This ancient sword is one of the highlights of this auction.

The sword is only three feet long, and it is also stained with rust, but you can feel the extraordinary quality of the sword through the light flowing from the blade.

"Everyone should know that in ancient times, our Western Territory was once famous in the world of spiritual practice, with great monks appearing frequently."

"It was only later that the wars continued and the spiritual energy was depleted too much, so our country in Xijiang fell from the holy land of cultivation to this point."

The shopkeeper of Yuntai Immortal Pavilion looked around, then pointed to the ancient sword in front of him: "This sword was found in a great monk's cave. After tens of thousands of years, this sword still shines brightly."

His words made many practitioners below tremble with excitement.

A sword that has not decayed for tens of thousands of years is a treasure!

The older ones just shook their heads slightly.

"The older the sword, the better. Especially the sword that has been stored for too long and has not been properly maintained. The spiritual material in it has lost its power." Shopkeeper He, who was sitting next to Bai Suzhen, said in a low voice.

Bai Suzhen nodded.

She had come into contact with such an ancient sword, and she really could only look at it.

"This thing is actually quite good as a collection." Master Sun Tu beside Han Muye said softly.

collect.

Only those who are not short of money can collect a sword with a price tag of 10,000 spirit stones.

When the price of the sword reached 10,000 spirit stones, most of the people below lost all intention of competing for it.

This is not something ordinary casual cultivators can afford, and for some family cultivators, they cannot spend spiritual stones on useless swords.

There were several token bids, but the final price died down when the price was 13,000 spirit stones.

In the attic, Cao E looked at the ancient sword and whispered: "The art of refining weapons passed down in ancient times is no worse than today. This sword can last for thousands of years, so there must be something magical about it."

The price of thirteen thousand spiritual stones was paid by her.

Seeing that no one raised the price, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The Cao family is in a difficult situation now, and every spiritual stone cannot be wasted.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from below: "Fourteen thousand spiritual stones."

Cao E was stunned and looked down at the bidding position.

"Senior Brother Han..."

At this time, there were still people bidding, and the venue was silent, and then looked back.

It's him!

Many people had lights flashing in their eyes.

Is there something special about this sword?

This is a strong man who can directly sell a hundred thousand spirit stones for a sword with five thousand spirit stones.

Could this sword that you are interested in have some big secret?

"Fellow Taoist, what's the difference with this sword?" The middle-aged man in his forties who was sitting in front of Han Muye turned his head and looked at him.

"Zuo Santao at Xiahe Lingdao Gate, please feel free to clarify my doubts, fellow Taoist."

As soon as Zuo Santao made a sound, many people looked over.

Ordinarily, at an auction venue, questions like this should not be asked when the dust is still fresh.

But at this time, many people were really curious and looked at Han Muye.

"What's special?"

"Maybe."

Han Muye stood up and walked to the high platform: "Swords like this, which have accumulated over time, don't look very charming when placed on the desk in a quiet room?"

Time has settled.

flavor.

Many people at the venue had strange looks in their eyes.

"Humph, he's just a rich second generation with some bad money." Someone whispered, with envy in his eyes.

It's better to have money.

"This guy is not old, but he has great taste." Some older people chuckled and nodded when they heard Han Muye speak.

It's better to have money.

Han Muye, who walked up to the high platform, came to the wooden frame and lowered his head to look at the sword.

If you get closer, you can see numerous cracks on the sword.

No wonder the shopkeeper of Yuntai Xiange didn't set a high base price. This sword really looks like it can only be regarded as a collection.

Han Muye stretched out his hand and grabbed the hilt of the long sword.

"I am willing to bid sixteen thousand spiritual stones." Someone suddenly said in the audience.

Han Muye paused with his hands and turned to look at the audience.

Fengyun Sword Sect, Changsunsu.

"Brother, I also like this sword. How about giving it to me?"

Chang Sunsu cupped his hands towards Han Muye and smiled softly.

Fengyun Sword Sect is not a small sect.

Sixteen thousand spiritual stones is not a small number.

Chang Sunsu looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face.

"No."

Changsunsu was stunned by Han Muye's words.

On the stage, Han Muye's palm had already grasped the hilt of the sword.

A faint sword energy poured into the sword body, and then a series of dark images flashed in Han Muye's mind.

Unfortunately, this sword is too old, and all those pictures have no image and are dim.

Han Muye was just about to lift the sword when he heard a click and the sword broke into countless pieces.

Broken.

In the audience, Changsun Su, who was a little angry, was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"Thank you, brother, for helping me save this spiritual stone."

After hearing his words, many other people in the audience also smiled.

This kind of ancient artifact is just like this, maybe it will fall into your hand if you touch it.

Han Muye shook his head, holding the hilt of the sword with only half left in his hand, and then said to the attendant standing beside him: "What are you doing standing still? Wrap it up for me, not even a single fragment should be missing."

After saying that, he placed a pile of spiritual stones in front of the stage, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked straight off the stage with a sullen face.

Many people on the field lowered their heads and chuckled.

Anyone who smashes fifteen or six thousand spiritual stones will feel unhappy.

At this time, no one noticed that Han Muye's hand holding the sword hilt had not relaxed at all, and there was still a faint sense of sword energy.

Returning to his seat, Han Muye sat silently.

"Senior Brother Han, it's not that big of a deal, it's just tens of thousands of spiritual stones." Bai Suzhen said with a smile.

"Just think of it as if you have spent a whole batch of elixirs."

It was rare to see Han Muye miss, and Bai Suzhen thought it was quite amusing.

As for the lost spiritual stones, as she said, they were only tens of thousands of pieces.

Han Muye shook his head and said calmly: "I don't have any useless elixirs."

After saying that, Bai Suzhen slowly closed her eyes without waiting for a reply.

To outsiders, he was angry because the sword was broken.

But no one knew that at this time, his mind had already sunk into the divine treasure.

"Thank you very much, little friend."

In Han Muye's sacred cave, an old man with white beard and white hair wearing a white robe bowed gently.

"Senior is he really a person from more than ten thousand years ago?"

Han Muye's voice rang out in Shenzang.

In the divine treasure trove, the white-bearded old man looked at the faint divine soul sword energy around him, slightly shrank his head and said: "Yes, Pindao Dayan, according to my friend, it is indeed thousands of years ago."

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