Peerless Conceited God

The girl raised her head to look at a box upstairs and said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong just now. This cultivation technique was priced at three thousand Spirit Stones."

Tang Xiaohu still shook his head and said: "The price is two thousand spirit stones."

The guards at the venue could no longer listen to him and all of them glared at Tang Xiaohu. As long as someone gave the order, they would immediately drag him out and teach him a lesson, letting him know how to conduct himself properly.

The lady removed the cloth and saw that on the table was not a sword, but rather a rectangular metal. It was around three feet long and was red as blood, which was similar to Tang Xiaohu's Blood Slaughter Art. However, it did not even have a sword sheath or hilt. This thing could also be considered a sword.

The girl held the sword in her hand and said, "Spirit Level weapon, it's real." With that, she grabbed the middle with one hand and one end with the other. Her movements were relaxed as she pulled outwards. A cold light shot out, making the people in front unable to open their eyes.

The person closest to him had the misconception that all the blood in his body was flowing towards the sword. He was so frightened that he hurriedly operated his martial arts to resist.

Everyone's eyes were filled with panic and desire.

The woman saw that the effect had been achieved, and with a "Cheng" sound, she put the long sword together, looking flawless.

"Drink the blood sword, kill people, drink the blood, leave no traces. Alright, the price is eight thousand Spirit Stones!"

"8500, I want it!"

"Eight thousand and eight thousand."

"Nine thousand."

In just a few breaths of time, the bid for the Blood Drinking Sword had increased to 9000. However, at this moment, no one was speaking in the private room upstairs.

Logically speaking, the power of the Blood Drinking Sword was astonishing, with the Blood Drinking Sword in hand, its power had increased tremendously. This was a true treasure that countless cultivators yearned for in their dreams, and it was definitely a treasure that all the major powers would fight over.

When Tang Xiaohu saw the people around him, he grinded his teeth and bared his claws like a mad dog. He felt that he had accidentally fallen into the path of beasts.

Although the Blood Drinking Sword was high-profile and seemed very powerful, it was only a Spirit Level weapon. Compared to the blood fiend in his hand, it was on a completely different level. The difference between heaven and earth.

If everyone knew what he was thinking, they would probably want to beat him to death.

The entire auction venue, the people from the various powers all went upstairs to watch the show, and among them noticed the listless Tang Xiaohu and Bao Er who was eating a spirit fruit.

The performance of the two really caused one to be unable to make heads or tails of it.

"Ten thousand spiritual stones!"

In a short period of time, this Spirit Level weapon had grown to 10,000 Blood Drinking Swords. To an ordinary rogue cultivator, this was already a number that they looked up to. Even in their entire lives, they might not be able to earn that many spirit stones.

The bidder was a middle-aged man. He was dressed in green clothes, which made him look like an ordinary person. He had an average appearance, which made him look like a man who couldn't be judged by his appearance.

At that moment, the several hundred people all quieted down. Some were disappointed, some despaired, some envied, and there were even some with bloodshot eyes and vicious gazes. They were all filled with hatred.

"10,000 spirit stones going once!"

"Ten thousand spiritual stones going twice!"

Just when everyone thought that the dust cloud had settled, the male's face also revealed the excitement of winning the bid. At this moment, a voice came from the room upstairs.

"Eleven thousand spiritual stones!"

"Twelve thousand."

"Twelve thousand five."

"Thirteen thousand."

"Fourteen thousand."

"16,000."

The competition between the rooms upstairs was very active. Just as the man was about to speak, he didn't even have time to speak. In just a few breaths time, he had already grown from 10,000 to 16,000. The man felt his throat dry up and was unable to speak. He sat back down.

In the end, Bao`er recognized the voice. It was very familiar.

"Big brother, quickly listen. It's Sister Xia's voice!"

Tang Xiaohu took a glance at the sky and said, "I never expected her to be such a rich woman."

"Rich lady?" Bao`er had a puzzled look on her face.

"It means very rich. It shouldn't mean that people have a lot of money." Tang Xiaohu explained in an indifferent tone, when suddenly, he sensed an angry spiritual sense locking onto him.

She was standing behind a curtain, and because of the curtain, no one could see her, but she could freely observe the situation of the auction house. At this time, while bidding, she was also sizing up Tang Xiaohu, and was wondering why he was wearing a human skin mask, and a poor quality one at that.

When she first heard Tang Xiaohu call her a rich lady, she felt that she was kind of complimenting him, but then after she explained, she became a fool who had a lot of money. The pampered her, when had she ever suffered such humiliation?

Tang Xiaohu caught hold of this point, and revealed an ugly smile towards the stairs in disdain. She was angered to the point that she clenched his teeth and muttered: "Bastard, just you wait, after we leave Immortal City, I'll show you."

Calling out 16,000, this was already the limit of what she could endure. Whether she could reach this sword or not, it was extremely important to her. At this moment, she was so nervous that she was frowning.

"16,000 times … 16,000 times …"

"Eighteen thousand!"

Suddenly, the price had risen by two thousand, and the scene became silent.

Everyone looked up to see that the one who called out such a sky-high price was someone from the Yunluo Villa.

Although the Blood Drinking Sword was precious, it was far from being worth the price. The Yunluo Villa had actually paid a huge price for a spiritual weapon.

Eighteen thousand, even Wan Family and Iron Sword Sect gave up.

"Twenty thousand!" Xia Xiaodie clenched her teeth and screamed.

Inside the room, an old man from Yunluo Villa was fuming with rage, the veins on her neck bulged and she almost went berserk.

"Twenty thousand going once."

"Twenty thousand twice."

"Twenty three times, congratulations on auctioning the Blood Devouring Sword!"

At this moment, the curtain was pulled back and a woman of unfathomable beauty floated down.

"Miss Xi, you walked into the wrong place."

Xia Xiaodie didn't walk forward to be the host. Instead, she directly landed in front of Tang Xiaohu and said a bit embarrassedly: "About that, can I borrow some spirit stones?"

Since it was the new year, everyone was probably not in the mood to sleep, so they woke up early. Mad God had come early to meet everyone. Was there anyone who wanted to read a book today? Thanks for all of you.

I wish everyone a good year and a happy day. All readers who read this book will make a fortune in 18 years, marry rich and handsome, marry rich and beautiful.

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