Without releasing his soul power to investigate, he would naturally not be able to find Lin Xiaoyue's location, but she was definitely also bidding for spiritual objects.
It was not until more than an hour later that the fourth round finally took place, and exciting spiritual objects appeared one after another. There was even a half-step psychic magic weapon, which made the characters on the fifth floor compete to bid. He shouted out the sky-high price and completely ignited the atmosphere in the venue, which was extremely enthusiastic.
Han Feng didn't take action on any of them. It wasn't that he didn't have that kind of net worth, but the prices were too high. They were all over 100 million. If he made a move rashly, it would definitely draw the attention of others.
Of course, what's more important is that he didn't see anything that particularly moved his heart. Even if it was a copy of a heaven-level Xuan Gong magic method, Dong Ge's introduction failed to make him feel that it was useful.
He quietly watched their fight, and couldn't help but be filled with emotion. As expected, each of the monks had hidden their secrets, and their wealth was staggering. Especially the figures on the fifth level, who would often shout out prices of more than one billion. , unbelievable.
But it makes sense to think about it. The people who can stay on the fifth level are at least great monks who have perfected the alchemy. Even casual cultivators are heroes. They control a lot of power and can produce more than a billion spiritual stones. , is not a strange thing.
Unconsciously, more than half an hour has passed, and the auction has become more and more intense. It has reached a fever pitch. There are a dazzling array of treasures, which is dizzying. Unfortunately, among the thirty or forty spiritual objects, none of them can impress Han Feng. Heartwarming.
At this moment, someone on the high platform below presented another spiritual object. After Dongge opened the soul-shielding cloth covering it, a short sword was revealed. The treasure was shining and the sword was full of energy. It was obviously a rare item. Judging from the grade of the magic weapon I saw, it should be mid-grade or above.
"This knife is called Broken Blade, a medium-grade magic weapon. The starting price is 25 million low-grade spiritual stones. Each increase in price must not be less than 2 million!" Dongge pointed out the reserve price without any nonsense.
The monks on the second and third floors of the venue immediately started fighting for each other, competing for quotations, and they were very happy.
Han Feng originally had a broken sword for protection and had no need for magic weapons. But the moment the short sword appeared, the broken sword hidden in the storage ring suddenly started shaking wildly, as if he was extremely excited. If he hadn't suppressed it forcibly, Otherwise, I'm afraid it will break through the storage ring and fly out to swallow the short knife.
This made Han Feng extremely surprised. This was the first time he had seen Broken Sword in such a condition.
"Fifty million!" Han Feng listened to their quotation and suddenly increased it by ten million, catching many people off guard.
The monks who participated in the bidding couldn't help but fell silent for a moment, but soon there were monks from the third level who raised their bids, and they didn't seem to want to give up.
"Eighty million!" Han Feng looked domineering and raised the offer by 20 million again, causing many people to look at his private room.
As soon as this price came out, especially seeing Han Feng's situation, no one dared to take the next step. If he shouted a sky-high price, and then the other party suddenly refused to take it back, wouldn't it be a big deal in his own hands.
Not to mention 80 million, even 40 million far exceeded the value of this magic weapon, so no one made any more offers.
"Okay, this broken blade magic weapon with 80 million low-grade spiritual stones belongs to Room 37 on the third floor!" Dong Ge showed a happy smile and immediately agreed.
The middle-grade magic weapon was sold for a sky-high price of 80 million from his hands. His commission will be astonishing, which naturally makes him full of joy.
Han Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and found that Broken Sword was struggling even more fiercely. He still dared to linger. He immediately contacted the Yuxian Sect disciples outside the door and followed him to the secret room where the transaction was held.
"Oh, it's Fellow Daoist Zhang again. This time he made an extraordinary move. He bought a medium-grade magic weapon dagger for 80 million!" Chang Xin looked at Han Feng and smiled.
"I can't help it. It's said that a thousand dollars can't buy a good thing. It's a rare opportunity this time. Naturally, no matter how much it costs, I have to get it." Han Feng also responded with a smile. After a pause, he asked with a little embarrassment. : "However, I don't have enough spirit stones on me. According to the rules of this auction, it should be allowed to be deducted in kind, right?"
"No problem, but the things you want to exchange must be taken out for me to taste first. I will set a reasonable price for you." Chang Xin's expression remained unchanged, as if he had expected this. He explained slowly.
"Of course." Han Feng nodded and immediately took out a space storage bag, which contained the golden bamboo strips he had obtained from the Death Canyon earlier. Although not all of them, according to his estimation, they were worth five Sixty million spiritual stones.
Chang Xin was a veteran at appraising spiritual objects. After he took the bag of gold bamboo strips, he examined it carefully with his soul power. After a while, he raised his head and quoted a price to Han Feng, 53 million spiritual stones. .
Han Feng was satisfied and immediately agreed with his appraisal price. Then he took out some elements and even a low-grade magic weapon. He just collected 80 million spiritual stones and successfully completed the transaction.
He threw the short knife into the storage ring, placed it directly in the area where the broken sword was, and let it swallow it.
Then, Han Feng and Chang Xin clasped their hands, nodded in salute, turned and left, and quickly returned to their own private room. They immediately gathered some of their energy and immersed themselves in the storage ring. They saw the man named Broken Blade. The short sword shines brightly, trying desperately to resist the swallowing of the broken sword and prevent the loss of its origin.
Helpless, Broken Sword was bound to win this time. It erupted with a sharp sword light, as if it was going to penetrate the void and break through the seal of the storage ring. In just a few breaths, the defensive light of the short sword was defeated. With a sharp sound, Broken Sword was broken. The sword came over and stuck tightly to the dagger, wildly devouring its origin.
In just a short while, the short sword became dim and dull, and the whole body was full of cracks. White light continued to flow out, and merged into the broken sword. It grew stronger, causing its fracture to grow sprout-like things. , is growing in length at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its power is also further increasing.
"Hey, why do these lights in the dagger seem to come from the same source as the broken sword? Could it be that the materials used in their refining are the same?" Han Feng's sharp eyes quickly discovered this, and he couldn't help but suddenly realized, No wonder Broken Sword was so excited, it turned out that he had encountered the original thing.
Han Feng carefully identified it, but he couldn't tell what kind of materials were used in the dagger, so he could only give up temporarily. After all, he was not good at refining weapons, so it was normal for him not to be able to tell.
At this time, the field reached the final round, which was the round where the finale was staged.
After the first item was delivered, Dong Ge opened the soul-shielding cloth, and there was a burst of exclamation immediately.
