"Lin Feng!"
Many people were surprised when they saw the silhouette behind them.
Lin Feng was ranked fifth on the Hidden Dragon Ranking. It was said that he had fought against the third ranked cultivator and that his ranking had risen again.
Besides, he was from the Sword Lake Palace and had a noble status.
"Something happened on the way so I came late. Sorry for disturbing you!" Lin Feng said to the old men from the Ten Thousand Treasures Tower.
The few of them nodded slightly in tacit agreement.
The Sword Lake Palace was one of the top powers in the Xia Country and Lin Feng was the leader of the younger generation.
Even though the Ten Thousand Treasures Tower was powerful, they didn't want to offend the Sword Lake Palace.
Lin Feng and the others were invited into a private room and the crowd looked back at the auction stage.
The old man in the white robe cleared his throat and said in a clear voice: "The Autumn Scar Sword starts at two hundred thousand. The auction starts now!"
Lin Xuan took a deep breath. At that moment, he had the urge to rush up to Lin Feng.
Luckily, he controlled himself.
He wanted to go back to the Sword Lake Palace and defeat Lin Feng in front of everyone.
He wanted to restore his reputation!
After calming himself down, Lin Xuan returned to the auction.
At that moment, the price had already risen to two hundred and fifty thousand and it was still rising.
After all, it was a Medium Xuan level treasure which could increase one's attack power by sixty percent. Everyone wanted it.
"Three hundred thousand!"
Lin Feng's private room called out the price.
But Lin Xuan knew that it wasn't Lin Feng's voice. It was probably the voice of someone next to him.
In the fifth private room, Lin Feng was sitting comfortably on a chair. Next to him was a young man with a sword mark on his forehead.
"What? Are you interested in that sword?" Lin Feng asked indifferently.
"I just want to collect it." The young man with the sword mark smiled.
"Three hundred and ten thousand."
At this moment, a lazy voice rang out, clearly echoing in the hall.
The crowd was stunned. They hadn't thought that someone would dare to compete with Lin Feng.
Also, the crowd realized that the owner of the voice was the one who had won the bid.
When Cang Bao heard that voice, his body started to tremble. That voice had made him lose his opportunity.
In the fifth private room, the young man with the sword mark groaned coldly: "So there are people who aren't afraid of death!"
He was about to fight back, but at that moment, another bid sounded in the hall.
"Three hundred and twenty thousand!"
His voice was very steady, and his tone was firm.
Everyone was in an uproar. They all turned their heads to look for the person who had spoken.
Lin Xuan was in the hall and didn't try to hide himself. Soon, someone noticed him.
Countless gazes gathered on him. Many people were puzzled.
"Who is this black-robed man?"
"I don't know. He surprisingly dared steal from Lin Feng's people. He's definitely going to die!"
Whispered those people. In their opinion, the person in the third private room had dared to speak because he had a high social status. He didn't fear Lin Feng at all.
On the other hand, Zhang Xuan was unable to see through the cultivation of the black-robed man, and given that he was seated in the main hall, it was likely that the other party had an ordinary background.
However, he actually dared to participate in the bidding. This made everyone unable to see through him.
"I've seen him before. He has a silver medallion in his hand." Someone who had seen Lin Xuan at the entrance spoke up.
Many people shook their heads and sneered. Although the silver token was precious, it was much less valuable than the person in the private room.
Lin Xuan saw everyone's reaction, but he did not say anything. He had to get his hands on this sword.
In the fifth private room, the young man's face became very ugly.
It was fine if the people in the other private rooms competed with him. After all, they were all people of the same status.
However, a cultivator sitting in the hall dared to participate in this matter. This made him feel humiliated.
"You're courting death!"
The young man's voice was cold. His eyes were like lightning. Through the layers of barriers, he locked onto Lin Xuan.
Hmph!
Lin Xuan felt the gaze of the people on the second floor. He turned his head slightly. There was a trace of Sword Intent in his eyes. He cut off the gaze that was looking at him.
There was a small fluctuation in the air. Some of the stronger people noticed that something was wrong.
Quite a few people revealed looks of surprise.
The young man was stunned. Then, his face became gloomy. He didn't expect that he would be at a disadvantage.
Just now, there was a trace of Sword Intent in his eyes. He originally wanted to teach the black-robed man a lesson.
However, he didn't expect that the other party's Qi was even fiercer than his. He directly attacked him.
"Hey, I seem to feel a trace of Sword Intent." Lin Feng frowned and looked at the black-robed man below.
At the same time, there was a soft sound of surprise in the third private room.
Lin Xuan felt that a Soul Power flowed out of the third private room and probed him.
Lin Xuan's eyes flashed. He also mobilized his Soul Power and covered his body to prevent anyone from probing.
In the third private room, a handsome young man was lying lazily. His whole body sank into a soft reclining chair.
Suddenly, his face changed slightly. There was a trace of surprise in his eyes.
Just now, his Soul Perception was blocked.
Obviously, the other party was also a master of Soul Power.
"His Soul is outstanding. There was a trace of Sword Intent just now. Who is this person?"
The handsome young man touched his chin and was lost in thought.
The black-robed man's performance was beyond everyone's expectations. For a moment, his identity became very mysterious.
"350,000!" The young man said coldly.
"360,000." The handsome young man in the third private room said lazily.
"380,000." Lin Xuan said in a deep voice.
The price rose rapidly. Soon, it reached 400,000.
Lin Xuan frowned. He had earned 260,000 spirit stones from auctioning off the long saber, and over 200,000 spirit herbs. Including the spirit stones he had obtained from the others, he had about 500,000 spirit stones.
The current price made him feel a little depressed.
However, fortunately, the owner of the third private room withdrew from the competition.
Now, only Lin Xuan and the young man were left.
"420,000." The young man said coldly.
"450,000!" Lin Xuan's voice did not change at all.
"Hmph!"
In the fifth private room, the young man snorted coldly.
"This price has exceeded the value of the long sword. Don't compete anymore." Lin Feng said indifferently.
"Don't worry. I won't bid anymore. But there are many ways to get that sword!"
The young man looked at Lin Xuan with an extremely cold gaze.
"450,000. Is there anyone else?"
On the auction stage, the old man in the white robe asked loudly. He was overjoyed.
No one answered. This price was already high enough. Even the people in the private rooms withdrew from the competition.
In the end, the Autumn Scar Sword was won by Lin Xuan.
"The next item is very special. It is a piece of information about a Spiritual Weapon." The old man in the white robe said in a deep voice.
Originally, Lin Xuan wanted to leave. He wanted to go backstage and trade.
However, the information in front of him made him stop.
Not only him, but the entire hall was boiling.
A Spiritual Weapon was a top weapon in the eyes of the world. Usually, only the top sects and clans had one.
But now, a new Spiritual Weapon had appeared. How could these people not be excited?
However, how could a piece of information be auctioned?
Everyone looked at the auction stage.
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