Chapter 47 Songhe Sword

The price of the tiger sword is extremely fierce. If it weren't for some rich business officials who were hindering the power of the world, they would definitely continue to bid. But they dared not, because some people fought with him before, and then died inexplicably, and some officials had a bumpy career, and even been framed. There are endless means, so it is frightening.

Otherwise, Mo Wentian would not have killed him. If it hadn't been for General Mo's excellent reputation in the government and the opposition, the king would have valued it, and he would not have escaped the death penalty.

The price has reached 110,000 taels, which can be said to be a sky-high price. Even if it is the prince, it is difficult to accept. 110,000 taels is not a small amount, enough for ordinary people to eat for several lifetimes.

"Don't ask God, do you have to fight with me again and again? Don't think I dare not do anything to you, even if it's the bastard's adopted son, I'll kill you. The son of the world was angry and looked fierce, staring at Mo Wentian, as if he wanted to eat him.

It's not the first time that Mo Wentian has confronted him, and this is definitely not the last time.

"Wang Ba will also lose his temper, shout in the water, and how about the people on the shore?" Don't ask the sky to laugh and disdain. It implies that the son can only be arrogant under the protection of many guards, which is to provoke him to fight alone.

The son's eyes flashed and gritted his teeth, but he was not carried away by anger. Now he is just a strong four-fold cultivation, while Mo Wentian is a strong five-fold. If you really fight alone, I'm afraid that if you don't make a move in Mo Wentian's hand, you will be defeated.

"Do you think I will be afraid of you than financial resources? 130,000 taels. The son shouted fiercely and directly added 20,000 taels.

The host shouted loudly, and his eyes were about to turn red with excitement. In this auction house, weapons can be auctioned for more than 100,000 taels.

"This declining casting family is definitely going to rise."

"With this fierce bidding, his reputation will certainly spread at the top of the Qinlong Dynasty."

Nanggong Feng smiled, looked elegant, and quietly watched this scene. Completely as he expected, this fierce tiger sword is the top weapon in terms of power and quality, which is not bad at all compared with the famous works of those old casting masters.

The important thing is that Huang Feng used the two skills of "Meteor Falling Rain" and "Pan Snake Dragon Secret" to forge, which greatly removes the impurities, and the quenching agent is also an impurable mountain spring prepared according to the material of the sword itself. It is completely reasonable to be able to reach such a level.

"Do you think I will be afraid of you if I work hard for money?" Mo Wentian's eyes are brewing murderous, like a dormant cheetah, which will launch the most violent and deadly attack at any time. Anyone who sees such a keen look makes a cold heart. 150,000 taels, as long as you dare to bid, I will play with you.

The world's eyes were about to get angry, and he slapped the table and stood up angrily. Normally, if he continues to raise the price, Mo Wentian should not hesitate to keep up. But sometimes when the price rises to a certain extent, Mo Wentian suddenly gives up, which is to raise a stone and hit his own foot.

Mo Wentian has done this kind of thing more than once, and the son can't do anything about him. This time, the son of the world doesn't know whether Mo Wentian is aimless and can't be sure.

"Son, that's enough. The value of this sword may be expensive, but it is definitely not worth 150,000 taels. So let him take it. A servant whispered.

"Do I need you to teach me?" The son of the world became ashamed and angry and slapped the servant fiercely. Go away with your sleeves. The servant was dizzy by the fan, and the blood in his mouth stumbled out. This is simply a joke for many dignitaries.

"Is there a higher price than 150,000 taels?" The host's throat was about to be hoarse with excitement and wanted to incite the crowd to continue competition. However, some rich businessmen think the sky-high price of 150,000 taels is too expensive. He sat in his seat and shook his head and gave up.

"The first sword of the rise of the depressed family belongs to heaven!" The host roared.

"150,000 taels, that's enough." Nangong Feng smiled.

Huang Feng worked hard to practice castings in his mansion and had never heard of anything from the outside world, but the speed of castings was getting slower and slower. But the sound of the casting is getting more and more beautiful, sometimes like a storm, sometimes like a spring breeze...

All kinds of artistic situations impact people's souls, and the servants are intoxicated and can't extricate themselves from listening outside the door. They even spend the night directly outside the door and are unwilling to go back to their room to sleep.

Ten days later, Huang Feng finally cast a sword again and immersed himself in it almost day and night. His body is still precipitated with the medicinal power of the rebirth fairy liquid, and he is not afraid of being tired at all.

"Very good, that's how it goes on. Your understanding of "Meteor Falling Rain" is getting deeper and deeper, and you are more and more proficient in using "The Snake into a Dragon Secret". In the future, the speed of the casting will slowly decrease and strive for excellence. Panshe's eyes were hot and extremely appreciated.

Huang Feng is now in the five-fold state of strength, but his strength has broken through the power of 30 tigers and reached the power of three tigers, which is extremely horrible, almost close to the six-fold strength. I don't know how many times the role of Pannake to Dragon Secret is more powerful than some top skills in the secular world.

Huang Feng ignored what the snake said and looked at the newly cast sword. The sword body is thick to thin from the hilt of the sword, and the tip of the sword is extremely sharp. A strong pine tree is deliberately carved on the sword, as if it has not fallen for thousands of years, and the branches are strong and powerful. The hilt of the sword is a winged crane, spitting out the sword body, and the charm comes out of the dust, like a crane coming to the world, extraordinary.

This is almost the tradition of the Huang family casting weapons. The hilt of the sword is often some beasts and plants, rather than the traditional ones that are not novel.

Huang Feng stared at the sword for a long time and fell into memory. When I was young, I climbed the mountain with my father and saw an ancient pine growing in the wind on the cliff, and the crane hovered on it, which was a fairyland-like feeling. Huang Feng completely injected his yearning for Huang Yan into this weapon, so he had this ancient pine and the sword of the crane.

Compared with the previous tiger sword, this sword has fewer impurities and a higher charm.

The fierce tiger sword is mainly fierce, while this sword is mainly based on the artistic conception of drifting out of the dust, like a fairy soldier falling into the mortal world. It is difficult to divert people's eyes at a glance.

"This sword, named, Songhe Sword." Huang Feng pondered for a long time and finally opened his mouth.

"The level of the casting is gradually approaching the range of the magic weapon, but it is only one step away, but it is a difference between clouds and mud. This shackle is extremely difficult to break through. I don't know how long it will take for Huang Summit to really forge a magic soldier beyond the secular world. The snake is full of expectations, and its growth rate is shocking.