Tianle Realm, Dancheng, millions of years ago, was originally the residence of the Immortal Alchemist Miller, but for the sake of the elixir battle, dozens of monks in the late Mahayana fight, and the war spread across several realms, and the casualties were unknown.

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Now this Dan City was rebuilt later. Although Miller is no longer, the name of the city is still Dan City. Even the former Immortal Alchemist is enough to make all the monks in the Tianle Realm feel awe and behave as

Hao.

Nowadays, Dancheng is larger than before, and has become a trading center for several nearby interfaces.

However, today is different from usual. The large-scale auction of Tongling Trading Company once every 100,000 years is held here today.

The scale of this auction is larger than the last time in the Nine Immortal Realm, because there are many large interfaces near Tianle Realm, and the spiritual power of Tianle Realm can also rank among the top in the entire spiritual world.

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This time there were no less than 80,000 Mahayana monks, and the auction had already begun.

"Hey, the auction level is getting lower and lower now. How can this psychic business take out all this garbage to charge the number? It's really worse than the other day!"

In the No. 9 box, there were two men and two women sitting, and the four of them were all dressed in white, but each was different.

The speaker looked like he was in his thirties, leaning casually on the recliner. A glass of spiritual wine had been drunk, but the wine glass was still flying between his five fingers, as a thing! [

The other three looked like they were in their twenties. The male cultivator was full of spiritual energy, and always had a sense of rebirth. Hearing this, he smiled bitterly, eighth-grade top treasure trove, ninth-grade top pills,

All kinds of rare spiritual materials, even fairy stones, are they garbage? Where can there be any treasures?

In addition, the woman who received the order was gentle and cold. Although her expressions were different, her eyes were filled with melancholy, so the auction below could not arouse their interest!

The auction continued, and more than 10,000 treasures were taken away by 99%, while the four monks in the No. 9 box took very few moves, only more than ten times.

"Everyone, here is the finale of this auction, the semi-immortal weapon-level innate spiritual treasure, the Ice Phoenix Flame Phoenix!"

The person who presided over the auction was still Mr. Meng. As soon as he said this, he immediately aroused heated discussion among the monks below!

"Half-immortal weapon, tsk, good thing, I just don't know which one can get this treasure."

"Hey, no matter how good the treasure, we can only watch the fun, but what is this ice phoenix flame phoenix? Is it related to the legendary phoenix? "

"Stop talking nonsense, the phoenix is ​​a two kinds of divine birds, and that is really just a legend. It is said that there is only one phoenix and one phoenix in this world. The Suzaku clan is now just the descendants of this pair of divine birds. Tsk tsk, really not

I know what kind of powerful existence this divine bird is!"

"What legend is it? This Ice Phoenix Yanfeng is a pair of swords. It is said that its power is poor, one ice and one fire. As long as two people who cooperate with each other and have the same attributes, their power will be doubled. This Ice Phoenix Yanfeng was the last one.

The master is said to be two perfect monks of the first level. With this pair of swords, they can compete with the second level of perfect monks. However, they fell under the heavenly tribulation for tens of millions of years, and the pair of swords disappeared.

I didn’t expect that I was found by the psychic business this time. I just don’t know if I will meet such a powerful master again this time!”

"Everyone, I believe many people have heard of the legend of the Ice Phoenix and the Flame Phoenix. Yes, this is the weapon used by the two seniors of Bingyun Lieyan tens of millions of years ago. This time, our company was lucky enough to search for it as this auction

The finale of the meeting is now on the auction, with the lowest price of 10 million, please bid!”

As soon as this statement was made, the monks below were all complaining, with a reserve price of 10 million. Ninety percent could not afford the reserve price. Even those who could afford the low price were not capable of having the strength and those above the building.

The monks in the private room compete!

There are more than 80,000 monks, and there are still only one hundred private rooms. If you can have one private room, it is a symbol of your identity and strength.

"One thousand one million!"

"Two million!"

"One Thousand Three Millions!"[

"Four million!"

"Five million!"

As the quotes were shouted out, only a few monks sitting below also stayed in, and half of the private rooms upstairs participated.

And in less than a quarter of an hour, after forty or fifty bids, it has exceeded 50 million!

At this time, most people had stopped, and only five were still bidding, namely the three, seven, nineteen, thirty and one hundred boxes.

"Sixty million!"

The No. 100 box was a cold woman's voice, obviously this spiritual sword was suitable for her.

"Sixty-one million!" An old man in the No. 7 box spoke.

"Sixteen million!" In the box No. 19 was a burly man with red hair and red face.

"Seventy million!" A gentle and elegant middle-aged man in the No. 30 box raised the price by seven million.

This time, after a moment of silence, just when everyone thought the dust had settled, the No. 3 box spoke: "Seventy-one million!"

"Seventy-two million!"

"Seventy-three million!"

"Seventy-four million!"

This time it became a war between two people. The middle-aged lady of No. 3 and the elegant male cultivator of No. 30 refused to give in to each other and kept raising the price by more than 90 million.

"Ninety-one million!"

This time the price was a gentle male cultivator in the box No. 30. At this time, his expression was no longer calm. The price was already the bottom line, and it was still at the discount of many spiritual objects, but as long as he could get this

Sword, it's worth losing something!

The monks at the scene were completely quiet at this time. What is heroic? Ninety-one million, not just accumulating for many tens of thousands of years.

"Ninety-one and five million!"

The sound of box No. 3 sounded again, but she was obviously at her limit!

"Uncle Master, aren't we going to take action yet?" In the box No. 9, the female cultivator with a soft face asked the lazy man.

"Wait a minute, there is another good thing here, I just don't know which one it is. Our spiritual consciousness just collided. This person's spiritual consciousness is above me, and he should be a guy with perfect spiritual consciousness.

Who is it? Nightmare? Old drunkard, still that guy!”

"Ninety-one and five million, are there any higher ones, 91.5 million, and the fellow Taoists in the No. 3 box offer 91.5 million, 91.5 million at a time."

Old Meng also had a happy look in his eyes. The price was already very satisfying to him. According to their estimates, the transaction price was only between 85 million. According to the current situation, this time, except for the original acquisition fee, he made a whole profit.

Half of it!

"I'm really calm, forget it, it's better if he is not interested!" Two young monks in their thirties sat facing the auction table, and at this time, one of them was wearing colorful robes.
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