Yes, it was as he had expected. It was impossible for such a shady auction to be held in a grand and majestic hall.
Du Feng stood there, not in a hurry to find the entrance to the auction house. Instead, he waited for a while. Sure enough, there were people coming here one after another. Among them, there were some regular customers who walked directly into the ruins with admission tickets or VIP cards. When they walked to a certain location in the ruins, they would automatically disappear.
It seemed that there was a transportation array in the ruins, and those who were qualified to attend the auction would be automatically transported in. Those who were not qualified to attend the auction would walk around the rubbish heap, and there would be no change.
With a perturbed mood, Du Feng took his crumpled admission ticket and walked into the pile of ruins. This was because he did not know whether the admission ticket he had bought from the bookstore owner was real or fake. There was no elemental energy fluctuation on it, and it felt like an ordinary piece of paper with drawings and words printed on it. If he could not be transported in, then he would be a big joke today.
"Damn, it's fake!"
Before Du Feng could walk to the center of the ruins, he saw a person standing there and stomping his feet. In the end, he was not transported in. He was cursing, and it was obvious that he had bought a fake admission ticket.
Du Feng pretended to take a casual glance and found that this person's admission ticket was very similar to his. His heart quivered as he wondered if his admission ticket was fake as well. Fortunately, he had worn a fake face so that others would not recognize him, or else it would be too embarrassing. But in this case, it would delay the purchase of this month's boat ticket.
In any case, he could not back down halfway, so he still took the admission ticket and walked to the center of the ruins. As soon as he steadied himself, he felt the scenery in front of him become blurred. A light purple light flashed, and then he disappeared from the spot.
"Oh, it's actually real."
When Du Feng opened his eyes again, he was already in the hall of the underground auction house. He looked at the crowd around him and finally felt relieved. Fortunately, the bookstore owner did not cheat him too much. After all, he owned a store and had a certain credibility.
He guessed that the waiter outside must have bought the admission ticket from a peddler. That was why he was in such an awkward situation.
After composing himself, Du Feng went to his seat. His position was very far back and could be said to be very remote. Thinking about it, the owner of the small bookstore couldn't have gotten a good seat. The problem was that not only was the location very remote, there wasn't even a seat.
That's right, Du Feng and the others at the back could only stand. Moreover, there were quite a lot of people, and everyone was very close to each other.
Tsk, tsk, tsk … He had participated in so many auctions from the Lower Realm to the Upper Realm, but this was the first time he ended up in such a miserable state. Even if they didn't have a VIP room, they should at least get a chair.
Fortunately, Du Feng was not a picky person. His main purpose for coming today was to buy a ticket. There was still some time before the auction started, so he decided to go to the consignment office first. Since he had prepared so many goods, he had to go and see how much he could sell them for.
He entered through a small door at the side of the hall, walked through a long corridor, and arrived at the door of the consignment office. The design of the consignment office was quite special. Entering from the same door, but appearing in different rooms. In this way, people who wanted to sell their goods would not meet each other, and the awkwardness was avoided.
The person who received Du Feng was not a beautiful woman, but a thin man with pockmarks on his face. The male martial artist looked to be in his twenties. His skin was darker, and his face was tanned, so the pockmarks on his face could not be seen clearly without looking closely. However, if one looked closely, they would find that there were quite a lot of them, and they were densely packed.
This person was quite a character. Actually, with the skills of a martial artist, it was not difficult to remove the pockmarks on his face. Even if he did not remove them, he could disguise himself. However, everyone's personality was different. Perhaps he liked it this way, so Du Feng did not say much.
"Help me take a look, is this for sale?"
Du Feng first took out a sword and placed it on the table. He was not very confident. This was because a high-grade magic weapon was not very rare. It was fine for a martial artist in the Heaven Immortal Stage, but for a martial artist with a higher level of Cultivation, it was not worth much.
The pockmarked man picked up the sword from the table, and wanted to test the sharpness of the sword with his finger. Du Feng wanted to stop him, but it was too late. There was a flash of red light, and his finger was cut.
This sword had been soaked in the red gourd, so it was very murderous. There was no need to use force at all. As long as it touched someone, it would hurt. Moreover, it had the ability to rupture blood. Once the wound was ruptured, it would be very difficult to stop the bleeding. The pockmarked man saw that his hand was bleeding non-stop, so he had to retreat in a hurry. He took some medicine and applied it on his hand, and then came back to discuss the price with Du Feng.
Uh … Du Feng frowned, a little embarrassed. Before discussing the price, he had injured the other party's hand. Would he deliberately lower the price because of this?
"This is not bad. There should be more than one."
He did not expect the pockmarked man to be so professional. Not only was he not angry, but he was even more interested in this red sword. In terms of toughness and sharpness, this sword was originally only a high-grade magic weapon. But with the ability to rupture blood, it could barely be considered a top-grade magic weapon.
Among the magic weapons, martial artists at the peak of the Heaven Immortal Stage would like to buy them. And judging from the style, this kind of sword should not be a single one. This was because a sword that was used to kill enemies from afar would have a relatively small guard and hilt, which would make it easier to accelerate and turn during the flight.
"Yes, there's more!"
Du Feng could see that the other party was a person who knew his stuff. If he sold this sword as an ordinary sword, it would not be too expensive even if it was a top-grade magic weapon. After all, in the weapon shops outside, as long as one was willing to spend money, one could buy such a small top-grade magic weapon.
But if someone who was good at using flying swords wanted to buy a whole set, it would be a completely different matter. Because for a whole set of flying swords, each had to be similar in nature. It would be best if they were exactly the same. That way, it would be convenient to use and the most lethal.
Clatter …
Du Feng placed all 15 swords on the table, and the pockmarked man's eyes lit up. Great, he had imagined that there would be five to seven swords in a set. What he did not expect was that there would be a total of 15 swords.
For a martial artist who was good at using flying swords to kill enemies from afar, when 15 flying swords were used at the same time, the power would be extraordinary. Moreover, this kind of flying swords in a set could easily be sold at a high price. He estimated the price and asked Du Feng if he wanted to sell them directly or entrust them to participate in this auction.
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