Immemorial Sword Venerable

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It's crazy, and it's crazy.

People only bid for two million, and Fang Chen's frantic increase directly to five million, which is simply an astronomical figure. Even the white-haired old man in the VIP room, his face is gradually gloomy, he can't say a word.

Only his disciple, the red-haired man, could clearly see that his old palm was shaking.

This shows that the price of five million yuan has made the Master suffer a lot.

"are you crazy?"

After a long time, the white-haired old man among VIPs said such a sentence.

It ’s not just him. At this moment, everyone thinks that Fang Chen is crazy, and it ’s too arrogant to bid in this way. Is n’t this a matter of primary sacred weapons?

Or does he think he is the swallowing demon patriarch and has endless resources for spiritual practice?

"Master, what should I do?"

The red-haired man asked in a deep voice, originally thought that the master's shot, the supreme phalanx is bound to be obtained, but now there are so many twists and turns, which makes the red-haired man very angry.

At the same time, it is also speculating that the owner of the VIP room on the 9th is sacred, and dare to challenge them.

"I don't believe he can come up with five million primary holy weapons." The red-haired man shook his head, his face covered with murderous intentions.

The old man with white hair saw the scene in the auction house through the window, sighed slightly, and finally gave up the auction.

The other party directly bids five million yuan, which shows that he has so much wealth that they can't even imagine that even if he continues to increase the price, the other party will not hesitate to raise the price.

In short, as long as the other party does not voluntarily give up, he simply cannot get it.

Thinking of this, the white-haired old man felt bleak for a while. Was he old?

The most powerful refining master in the source world, the only refining master capable of refining an excellent holy weapon, actually lost to others in the competition of holy weapons.

Ugh!

The moment when the white-haired old man gave up, everyone's heart was shocked, and their ears echoed the sigh from the VIP room.

In this sigh, there is helplessness and desolation.

"Have VIP Room 1 given up?"

Everyone was amazed. The two VIP rooms that had just been played were not expected. In the blink of an eye, VIP Room 1 had already given up.

However, after calming down, everyone can understand that after all, the bid has reached the level of five million elementary holy weapons, and the average person can't stand it.

Therefore, it is also expected that the VIP Room No. 1 will give up.

The most unexpected, naturally, is the VIP Room No. 9.

When the beautiful women on the stage dropped the auction hammer and announced that the last finale auction was successful, everyone's heart shook.

The auction was over. The elders of the second elder had a complicated heart and a sense of panic. He remembered that he had resentment because he was dissatisfied with the Lord Xuanlong Pavilion and gave him to the deacon. The owner.

Thinking about it now, he was terrified.

A strong man who can take out five million primary holy weapons at a time and look at the entire source world is the most dazzling existence. If he resented his heart and retaliated against him, then it would be over.

"I hope he has a large number of adults, don't worry about me." The second elder prayed inwardly.

The elders and the owner of the Xuanlong Pavilion, ca n’t wait to see the owner of VIP Room No. 9, who is sacred. When the auction is over, they immediately send someone to secretly invite Fang Chen to come to the top floor pavilion.

Xuanlong Pavilion's identity is highly confidential for everyone who participates in the auction, especially Fang Chen who has photographed many treasures one after another.

In fact, in the VIP room on the 9th, Fang Chen performed the technique of transfiguration, changed his face, and put on a hat to prevent people from peeping.

"Okay, this auction is over, thank you for your kind participation." The beautiful host on the stage said with a smile.

In this auction, the transaction price of a single product has created a historical record, and she is very happy to get a lot of commission.

"Humph."

The strong men in the VIP room walked out, they walked through the VIP channel, others could not see at all, nor could they guess their identity, and the people in the auction hall did not leave.

"Ok?"

The scholar in the corner suddenly fluttered his eyebrows, and news of the helmet weather came from Yu Pei.

"Reached?"

The helmet weather has arrived, he left the auction directly, and joined the helmet weather, ready to find Fang Chen.

The fire family Wang Teng entered the back of the venue silently. He closed his eyes and was using the natal flame in his body to sense the fire pattern that had previously covered the VIP room.

Before the thief came, he glanced at the direction of VIP room No. 9 and sneered, "I never missed anything I value."

Xuanlong Pavilion, top floor pavilion.

Xuanlong Pavilion Master sits in the top position, below which stand three elders and Deacon Bai.

"The patriarch, this son, is the owner of VIP Room No. 9." Deacon Bai took Fang Chen to the top floor pavilion and introduced it to Xuanlong Pavilion.

"Dare to ask Xiongtai, respect the name." Xuanlong Pavilion Master asked with a fist.

He wanted to check Fang Chen's identity, but found that Dou Li covered everything, and the consciousness could not be approached.

Fang Chen was silent and didn't want to answer this question, he just came back to retrieve his own things.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was abrupt." Master Xuanlong smiled embarrassedly, waved his hand hurriedly, and took out a few things that Fang Chen photographed.

Pay in one hand and deliver in one hand.

Fang Chen did not hesitate, took out a sufficient amount of holy-level weapons directly from the space ring.

"I don't have many primary saint-level weapons, but I can use other saint-level weapons of equal value." Fang Chen said.

Everyone, including the Master of Xuanlong Pavilion, was completely stunned when they saw the holy class of weapons in front of them.

"This ... a tyrannical breath."

Xuanlong Pavilion exclaimed that although most of the Saint-class weapons are incomplete, their ranks are very high, ranging from medium to advanced, and even superior.

"Is it possible?" Fang Chen asked.

"Yes, of course." Xuanlong Pavilion Master hurriedly replied. At this moment, he looked at Fang Chen's eyes with awe.

Even the dilapidated medium and advanced holy weapons are far more valuable than the primary holy weapons.

Compared to the millions of primary saint-level weapons spent before Fang Chen, the pile of broken saint-level weapons in front of him is far more than its value. Master Xuanlong Pavilion and others are very excited.

The Master Xuanlong Pavilion personally came to estimate the price of these broken holy weapons. The more he estimates, the more excited he is, because some of these broken weapons actually contain the incomplete heritage of the strong.

Simply put, these weapons are of immense value.

He couldn't imagine how the sacred man in front of him wearing the hat was able to take out so many holy weapons at once.