Fantasy: Get Hundreds Of Millions Of Times Cultivation Talent At The Start

Chapter 82 Heavenly Weapon!

Han Feng pointed out the things he didn’t use, and glanced at Chen Ling’er with a strange expression.

“Estimate the price of these things, see how much, if the price is reasonable, sell them all!”

Only heard Han Feng say something.

Chen Ling’er lightly touched a formation in the box, and saw a light flashing. When even a few attendants knocked on the door, they walked in.

When they saw the dazzling array of weapons in front of them, Medicine Pill, they were also taken aback, and even if they worked together to carry them.

“Help me exchange into Spirit Stones!”

Before leaving, Han Feng said to Chen Ling’er.

It took a full half an hour before an attendant, who had left before, walked into the box with a smile and said, “This son, he has exchanged a total of 80 top-grade Spirit Stones and one low-grade heavenly weapon. We don’t have one yet. Ways to give an accurate price!”

As he spoke, the attendant still had a look of wonder in his eyes.

Eighty top-quality Spirit Stones, comparable to 80 million silver taels!

“Zhongpin real estate, our Zijin firm has never sold it, so we can’t estimate the price, might as well put it directly at this auction, isn’t it wonderful? How does Young Master Han Feng want it?”

Chen Linger looked at Han Feng with a smile, and said gently.

“also!”

Han Feng naturally didn’t care about this, but just nodded faintly.

“Below, the auction item is a special auction item, which is consigned by a mysterious VIP in our firm, oh? Is it a sword or a heavenly weapon!”

Soon, the glamorous young woman who was an auctioneer received the notice, smiling and shaking, accompanied by an attendant bringing up a long sword, the whole audience was boiling!

Heavenly weapon!

Even the strong of the Heavenly Martial Realm might not be able to own one!

I saw on this celestial treasure sword, the sword was three feet long and returned to the sheath. The scabbard was made of a kind of precious black iron, showing a royal blue luster, and it was filled with a sharp and sharp atmosphere. The unprovoked heart palpitations, this is a heavenly weapon!

“Because this sword is a heavenly weapon and has a special price, it is only priced at the top-quality Spirit Stones!”

The glamorous young woman chuckled and said, “The starting price is three top-quality Spirit Stones.”

Three superb Spirit Stones, thirty million silver taels!

At this price, I don’t know how many people took a breath, but many people’s eyes were hot, because it was a heavenly weapon!

“It’s my weapon!”

At that moment, an angry voice echoed in a box. At this moment, there was a group of young girls in this box. One of them was dressed in brocade clothes with a gloomy expression.

This person is amazingly Danlong, and the heavenly weapon to be auctioned is his weapon. He was taken away by Han Feng with the Sumeru bag before!

“Senior Brother Dongxiao! That damn guy is here too!”

“Yes! That shameless young man, he pitted us miserably!”

“……”

Many young girls, filled with righteous indignation, said very angry.

Leng Dongxiao, headed by him, sat in a chair and was silent. Even he hated the boy in Tsing Yi!

“This thing! It must not fall into the hands of others, otherwise everyone in Wufu will definitely see our jokes!”

Shan Long said coldly from the side.

“Ten superb Spirit Stones!”

Finally, Leng Dongxiao spoke, and the overbearing and indifferent voice passed through the box and echoed throughout the auction venue through formation.

“Ten superb Spirit Stones! My God!”

“Who is this again?”

“Wealth and wealth!”

In the audience, everyone exclaimed, staring at the boxes where Leng Dongxiao and Shan Long were in shock, with chills in their eyes.

“It’s Leng Dongxiao? This seems to be his junior’s weapon? It’s interesting!”

At this moment, the people in the other two boxes were all playful and didn’t notice.

“Twenty superb Spirit Stones!”

And just when everyone was surprised that the price was so high, a light and lazy voice came, which immediately stunned everyone present.

who? Who would dare to quote twenty top-quality Spirit Stones? Which big rich man!

In the box, Chen Linger looked at Han Feng quite unexpectedly, with doubts in her heart.

“Young Master Han Feng, isn’t this what you want to auction? Why do you want to make a bid? Are you not afraid of losing the auction?”

Chen Ling’er asked, with waves in her beautiful eyes. She knew that the price of a low-grade heavenly weapon was not cheap, but it would definitely not exceed ten top-grade Spirit Stones.

“Haha… Don’t worry, someone naturally wants it.”

Unexpectedly, Han Feng just smiled faintly, as if he was holding everything in place, his manners were leisurely.

“Damn it!”

“This voice is that shameless bastard!”

“I am so angry!”

Shan Long and the others heard Han Feng’s voice, their blood was surging, their expressions were ugly, Leng Dongxiao’s eyes appeared as murderous, and he said lightly, “Twenty-five top-quality Spirit Stones.”

Helpless, no matter how much, he will take pictures!

Face, never lose it!

“Thirty superb Spirit Stones!”

“Thirty-five top-quality Spirit Stones!”

“Forty top-quality Spirit Stones!”

“…”

“Sixty Supreme Spirit Stones!”

After several rounds of competition, this low-grade heavenly weapon has reached a high price that ordinary people can’t imagine, and this is also a sign that Leng Dongxiao and others can bear.

“As expected to be the arrogant talent of the coming Martial Mansion, with strong financial resources, I admire it! I am willing to worship the wind!”

Just when everyone thought that Han Feng would increase the price, a joking voice came.

“Crack!”

Inside the box, a cracking sound rang, and I saw Leng Dongxiao still sitting on the spot, with the teacup in his hand shattered into powder, his expression was still calm, but there was hostility in his eyes, and an unconcealed murderous mansions!

“It’s okay! There are some things that will eventually be recovered!”

Leng Dongxiao said unhurriedly.

Hearing the sound, Shan Long and the others couldn’t help but shudder. After hearing this, they felt a murderous aura rushing toward their faces, like falling into an ice cave!

They knew that the boy in Tsing Yi was afraid that he would not be able to get out of this Zijin firm alive…

After a while, the Sumeru bag containing 80 top-quality Spirit Stones was sent to Han Feng’s box by the attendants of the Zijin firm.

Han Feng didn’t click, so he put it away.

“Young Master Han Feng, don’t you order it?”

Upon seeing this, Chen Linger smiled and said.

“What’s the order? Zijin merchants have a big business, is it possible that my Spirit Stones will not be blacked out yet?”

Han Feng smiled freely.

After a while, a few more auction items were auctioned off.

“The next item to be auctioned is the last item of this auction. We are not very clear about the value of this item. Is it possible that it is a treasure?”

The voice of the glamorous young woman became charming again. I have to say that she has the ability to mobilize the atmosphere of the audience. In a few words, she ushered in the attention of countless people!

Soon, I saw a black paint like ink, about the size of a human head, strangely shaped, like a stone, and it was moved directly to the auction stage!

This thing is not big, but there are four Practitioners in the Black Tortoise realm to stimulate Spirit Power, and then they work together to lift it, and the moment it is placed on the auction table, it causes the ground to shake three points, and it also stimulates the entire auction. The guardian formation of the station!

And on this thing, there is actually a broken blade with no end and no end, stuck on the stone!

“Okay! This is the last piece of the ultimate treasure! It was accidentally obtained by the treasure hunter of our firm. This stone, I don’t know what material it is, even the Heavenly Martial Realm Practitioner can’t get any damage! But this sword can smash into it. ….”

The glamorous young woman explained in that moving voice, but the words were hesitant and stopped, fascinating to reverie…