Chapter 312 Bidding

With the appearance of the wind sword charm, the whole auction house was in a boiling at this time. The hot eyes stared at the wind sword charm closely. Although Hu Xia did not make it too clear, it was obvious that if the treasure that appeared in the wind sea was really the treasure of King Wu, then maybe this wind sword Symbol will be the key thing among them.

Get this wind sword charm, does it mean that it will increase the chance of winning the treasure of King Wu?

Many people's eyes are hot, and their eyes are full of greed. If they can get the treasure of King Wu, they will certainly let their cultivation reach the sky from then on. If they can get the inheritance of the Wind Sword King, they only need a short time to rise to the sky in this Fengzhou!

"Ha ha, this Feng sword charm is definitely related to the king of the wind sword, but as for the real function, we are not particularly clear about this, and we can only let the buyer study it." At the auction house, Hu Xia said with a smile.

"Now we will start auctioning this item, with a starting price of 100,000 Wangpin Xuanjing."

Hu Xia waved his hand, and the wind sword charm in his hand was slightly raised. The light swept away, as if it had enveloped the whole auction house. The looming pressure made the air in the auction house have some signs of solidification.

When Qin Yanwu heard the starting price, his pupils suddenly shrank. The wind sword charm was actually so expensive, the same as the starting price of the Zhenxuan Qiling elixir that day, but it is not surprising to think about it. After all, there may be Wuwang inheritance. In the eyes of some people, this price is nothing. I'm afraid the final price is higher.

"110,000."

The Lie Cheng, dressed in blue, was the first to speak out, showing their determination to get this thing.

"120,000."

However, this time, Weifeng City was obviously not so easy to get. Just as soon as Lie Cheng's voice fell, the middle-aged man with cold and sharp eyes like a blade followed.

When the Lie Cheng heard the words, he immediately cast a vicious look, but the middle-aged man ignored his eyes. His eyes only stared at the wind sword charm. Although the wind city was also powerful, their barbarian martial arts hall was not afraid of them.

"130,000." And when Lie Cheng's eyes were fierce, the blue-robed old man of Xuanhai League also cracked the corners of his mouth, revealing his ugly teeth and smiling.

In the auction house, when everyone saw the battle of these three forces, they immediately sighed disappointedly. They understood that they obviously did not have the strength to compete with the three rich forces.

Huo Wei also seemed to be curious by the wind sword charm, and even planned to bid, but was stopped by Qin Yanwu.

"What are you doing? If we get the wind sword charm, we may be able to get the treasure of King Wu. Huo Wei pouted her little mouth and said.

"That thing is a hot potato now, and I can't hold it." Qin Yanwu shook his head slightly and said.

I don't know how many people have stared at the wind sword charm now. If they are auctioned in this public, I'm afraid that as soon as they get out of this auction, they will be followed by countless times. At that time, not to mention looking for treasure, as soon as they leave the city, trouble will continue to come, and with their five-person lineup, there is obviously no way to deal with it. Fu, even if Huo Wan has the strength of the fourth-order martial arts master, he has no ability to stop the ground snake in the windy sea. After all, there are more people here who are stronger than Huo Wan.

"Well, Qin Yanwu is right." Huo Wan also nodded gently, stared at Huo Wei, who pouted her little mouth, and said, "Don't mess around, or I won't take you out to do the task next time."

After being intimidated by Huo Wan, Huo Wei shrank her head and dared not talk more.

"What do you think now?" Huo Wan looked at Qin Yanwu and asked with a smile. She could see that although Qin Yanwu was about the same age as Huo Wei, he was extremely sophisticated and did not go out to practice at all.

"Let's wait and see what happens. If this wind sword charm is really related to the treasure of this birth, there will inevitably be a fierce competition. We are weak and can only secretly look for opportunities. Once we become the target of public criticism, we are afraid that we can only give up the task immediately, otherwise, the loss will be extremely heavy." Qin Yanwu pondered.

Huo Wan looked at the three major forces that began to compete for the wind sword charm, smiled faintly and said, "Now, let's watch a good play first."

Qin Yanwu also smiled and looked forward. In just a few minutes, the price of the Feng sword charm had been carried to 150,000 Wang Pin Xuanjing by the young city owner of Fengfeng City. This price is not low.

" 200,000." When the price was raised to 150,000, the middle-aged man's eyes were a little gloomy. His eyes flashed slightly, and then he lowered his voice again, and the price soared by 50,000 in an instant.

Some people secretly smacked in the auction house. It seems that this barbarian martial arts hall is also prepared.

As soon as the price of 200,000 yuan came out, even the Weifeng City and Xuanhai League were quiet. Immediately, the young city owner of Weifeng City looked at the two old men next to him and sneered and said, "The three masters are really bold."

"I dare not compare with the rich city." The middle-aged man, known as the barbarian, smiled faintly and said.

"This sword charm, I, the Wind City, is bound to get it. If you compete with each other, I, the Wind City will accompany you to the end, will be the column with a sneer and waved his big hand: "250,000."

Hearing this price, the barbarian picture of the Beast Martial Arts Museum also frowned.

"Ha ha, since the Fufeng City is so confident, let's add another one." The old man in blue robe smiled and said, "300,000, if this price can be exceeded by you, we don't want this sword charm.

"300,000!"

The whole auction house burst into exclamations at this time. It is worthy of being the three most powerful forces within thousands of miles of the windy sea. Only they can shout out this price.

"Damn old Fan Zhong." Lie Cheng took a fierce look at the old man in blue robe and gritted his teeth. Although they had some background in Fengcheng, the price of 300,000 yuan was not low for them, but for the Fengfeng sword charm, they had to keep up. His father gave a death order. No matter what the cost, he must take the Fengfeng sword. Get the charm.

"350,000!"

Lie Cheng stood up and shouted. Suddenly, he took a breath of cold air all over the scene. Is it necessary for this Fengcheng to work so desperately? Spend 35 Wangpin Xuanjing to buy something that doesn't work yet.

350,000 Wangpin Xuanjing is enough to become a year's income of Fengcheng!

"I'm really willing to give up." Qin Yanwu squeaked his lips and was a little surprised by the price of this windy city flower.

In the auction house, with the sky-high price of 350,000 yuan, even the people of the barbarian martial arts museum and the Xuanhai League are dumb. This price has obviously reached their limit. The key is that they can feel the determination of Weifeng City, which makes them understand that there is nothing to fight to the limit. Make up.

On the auction table, Hu Xia looked at this scene with a smile. After waiting for a moment, he saw that no one raised the price increase, and then raised the auction hammer. After shouting three times, he fell again.

And when the auction mallet fell, everyone also knew that the wind sword rune finally fell into the hands of the wind city.

"Ha ha, the young city owner is really courageous. I hope the treasure this time is really the treasure of the King of Wu. Otherwise, you will really lose a lot." The barbarian figure of the beast martial arts school stood up, smiled at the two people, and then took the people straight away.

"Ha ha, Fufeng City seems to have made a hard time this time. I hope my Xuanhai League can also drink the soup. Say goodbye." The blue-robed old man of Xuanhai League also looked at Lie Cheng with a smile, waved his hand and took people away.

Li Cheng looked at their departing figures fiercely and gritted his teeth and said, "You have to show off. There will always be a time to make you cry."

"Let's go, too."

Huo Wanying got up and greeted Qin Yanwu and others, and went out of the field. Behind that, Lie Cheng looked at her fair figure, but felt a fire burning in her heart. I really don't know if this kind of gentle and calm person will lose color when she is pressed under her body?

And the evil eyes were exchanged for a sharp blade piercing spirit. In Dong Lei's cold eyes, they were like cold swords, straight into his chest.

Lie Cheng suddenly felt a chill behind his back, and his body subconsciously retreated. The thin old man beside him shook his body slightly, which shattered the pressure.

"Hmm!" Dong Lei snorted coldly, and his voice was full of murder.

"Don't pay attention to them. Let's go." Huo Wan whispered.

Dong Lei stopped. The Liecheng was so arrogant that he showed an evil expression. If it hadn't been for the two old men, he would have hit the latter.