Leng Qihei, the leader of Daxian Tianzong, rubbed his chin and thought about it. He didn't wear the beast mask, so he just put it aside.

This thing is to maintain a sense of mystery and solemnity for the representatives of the forces who have just arrived. The experienced people can even recognize the familiar representatives of the major forces in the major boxes just by their tone of voice.

Even the modified voice of the beast mask can be easily broken by them.

The beast face thing is just a decoration!

Leng Qihei was a strong man with a ferocious scar on his face, which was caused by fighting in his early years.

He stared at Box 172, who dared to scold him, for a long time. Then he looked back at the great elder on one side and asked coldly: "Are they also Taixu?"

The Great Elder Ding Kui is an old man and the military advisor of the Daxian Chamber of Commerce in the early days.

Even though his cultivation level has reached too low at this time, a military advisor is a military advisor. He knows that he does not have the aura of natural hegemony, and his cultivation level has reached the upper limit.

Ding Kui has no thoughts about the position of the leader of Daxian Tian Sect.

His first recommendation is always Leng Qihei, who led everyone in the early days and reached his current position in just a few decades, and who still has the possibility of wireless in the future.

"Of course you can't tell if you just listen to it this way."

Ding Kui stroked his beard and smiled: "Afterwards, I will ask the Night Owl person, and they will know their identity. If you can fight, then fight. If you can't, then that's it. It doesn't matter."

Early night cats were not as capable as they are today.

Everyone was working in the royal city to make ends meet, and there were several times when the night owl was about to run out, but it was the Daxian Chamber of Commerce who came to help.

At that time, young people like Yuan Haisheng were just ants.

Based on the friendship between the two parties in the early years, as long as Daxian Tianzong opened his mouth, Night Owl would definitely know everything.

Leaking secrets is indeed difficult for intelligence organizations.

But if it falls on him, Ding Kui... this is no big deal!

"You can take the Void Order as long as you can, but forget it. The Holy Temple is still watching, so there's no need to fight for it."

Ding Kui looked at his sect master and saw his cold expression. He smiled and said, "As for the gossip in the opposite compartment, Brother Leng, you shouldn't be angry, right?"

"Ha!" Leng Qihei squinted his eyes. He was indeed unhappy with the tone of the other person, but if he wanted to use the price of "five billion" to suppress himself like this...

impossible!

Just as he was about to raise his sign again, he heard another sound coming from another box No. 7.

"Fifty-one billion."

With a calm voice, the whole place became noisy.

Everyone looked back and didn't expect that another contender would jump out at this time.

In Box 172, Xu Xiaoshou immediately felt at ease.

He didn't expect that the little junior sister's words could not anger Box 13, but instead woke up the people in Box 7.

"Snatch it, grab it, I don't want this thing..."

While Xu Xiaoshou was thinking, he covered his little junior sister who subconsciously wanted to bid again, and pinned this girl to the sofa.

In the box No. 13, Leng Qihei immediately turned his head, and when he saw the familiar No. 7, he smiled angrily.

"Guiyin Pavilion?"

Ding Kui also enjoyed watching it.

This Guiyin Pavilion is the overlord of the southern part of the royal city and also has Taixu Town Road.

However, in the initial discussion and allocation, the Void Order clue was not owned by Guiyin Pavilion.

At present, Guiyin Pavilion's move is clearly to take advantage of the fact that Daxian Tianzong was suppressed by a sudden arrival of Box 172, and come out to blatantly take a piece of the pie.

"Sure enough, none of these old guys are good!"

Leng Qihei opened the corner of his mouth, sarcastically said, and raised his card in silence.

The next second, an unmistakable voice spread throughout the entire venue.

"Six billion!"

"We have a lot of spiritual crystals. If anyone wants to increase the price, just come and I will accompany you until the end!"

The invisible smoke of the money war instantly spread across the entire venue.

Everyone was stunned into silence.

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked by these price increases. He saw Xin Gugu and Xiao Wanfeng holding their heads on one side and sighing, while he forcibly restrained his own hands that also wanted to do the same.

"Nima, these people are really rich!"

I thought that by using elixirs to get rich, the wealth on the first floor of the sky could outweigh the many forces in the royal city with my own efforts.

This is obviously not false.

But this time when he came to the trade fair, Xu Xiaoshou also understood that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world.

He is really better than those veteran and super powerful people who have accumulated savings. He, Xu Xiaoshou, is on the first floor in the sky, and he is still very young!

There was a lot of discussion in the venue, but no one made a bid at this moment.

Box 13 is too confident.

This is clearly a rhythm of fighting with whoever wants to raise the price. Naturally, no one dares to speak out at this moment.

The black-robed beast-faced man on the high platform was actually happy.

The Order of the Void is not worth the price, there is no doubt about it.

After all, "Shengdaoji" is just a legend. Whether it is true or not needs to be verified urgently.

Six billion, with this slim hope, I can only say that these people are extremely rich.

This is not to mention that the Holy Temple is watching eagerly from one side, taking pictures of the Void Order, and you have to bear the risk of being called to drink tea and talk.

"Six billion, once!"

The black-robed beast-faced man banged the hammer, but when no one responded, he kept his rhythm and continued shouting.

"Six billion, twice!"

"Six billion, three times...deal!"

"Let us congratulate Box 13 for successfully obtaining the key to the Holy Secret Land - the Void Order for a price of sixty spiritual palaces. Congratulations!"

There was sparse applause in the field.

A waiter wearing an animal mask came forward, took the treasure down, and went to the private room for trading.

The black-robed beast-faced man calmly took out another treasure from the ring and placed it on the high platform.

This is a long wooden box, and it can be seen from its appearance that it is a weapon.

As soon as the box was opened, precious light shone out.

The beast-faced man in black robe held up the sword and said calmly: "A first-grade spiritual sword, the name of the sword is 'Taijun', Yemao is sincere, and the base price is 100 million. The value of this sword is also decided by you."

As soon as he said this, the whole place fell into silence.

Spirit swords, available on the market, are capped at level three.

The third-grade spiritual sword is already the peak level of the throne.

This kind of treasure is full of spirituality. As long as it is nurtured by time and blood, it can basically channel spirits, like arms and fingers.

The longer you keep your sword, the greater its reputation will be.

Theoretically speaking, a third-grade spiritual sword can be raised to the level of a famous sword by matching the reputation of the sword holder and using the power of heaven.

But this is too mysterious. It requires tens of thousands of years of uninterrupted gestation, and each generation of sword holders is famous enough to use the way of heaven to cultivate the sword.

From a practical point of view, the third grade is the third grade, and it does not contain the power of disaster.

All treasures that contain the power of disaster are classified as second grade.

As for the first-grade spiritual swords, they are born with the power of Taixu. Some of them have already been nurtured by the heavenly swords of famous sword cultivators in the past generations and have become the supreme holy swords.

This kind of treasure has a price but no market.

But at this moment, this city is on the scene of the trade fair.

The man in black robe raised his hammer and struck it.

"The second transaction begins!"

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Chapter completed!