Chapter 100 The Secret of the Spirit Sword (100,000 Words, This Book Can Kill

"Something weird—"

While Zong Shou was pondering, there were already bids below. Drive directly to the 230th grade beast crystal, and then climb up until the number 400, and then slow down.

This is already close to the normal price of this black wave sword, and there are only a few people who continue to follow the price, and they are all in a few boxes.

Zong Shou looked at the sword again, and only when there were no more bids, he made a gesture of the word 'nine' towards Yin Yang.

When Yin Yang saw this, although he was a little surprised, he didn't intend to disobey Zong Shou's intention. But I haven't had time to speak yet. Chuxue had already excitedly ran to the window and said: "My young master said, nine hundred and third-order beast crystals!"

In an instant, countless inquisitive gazes all looked around from the teahouse. There wasn't much surprise, but each had strange looks in their eyes.

There are many Tier 3 spirit beasts in the world. However, it takes decades of accumulation to condense qualified third-order beast crystals. Often at the time of condensing, these spirit beasts have already reached the peak of the third order.

Therefore, although there are quite a few secret martial arts masters who specialize in hunting and killing beasts for a living, even if they spend their entire lives, the number is at most five or six hundred.

Nine hundred third-order beast crystals are already nearly twice as much as this Black Wave Sword. It is enough to buy a well-refined first-order spirit sword.

And most of the sights that looked over were contemptuous. The same is true for Zong Ling not far away. His eyes stared over, with a look like 'you are really stupid'.

Zong Shou ignored it and quietly waited for the result. After a few interest, no one has quoted. Just when the old man was ready to give up and wait.

Another deep voice came from downstairs: "One thousand third-order beast crystals!"

Zong Shou looked around, and saw that the person who spoke was the middle-aged man in black sitting alone in the corner.

But at this moment, everyone in the teahouse already showed surprise on their faces. Strange to say, Zong Shou quoted a price of 900, and everyone regarded him as an idiot. But when the middle-aged man in black raised the price to one thousand, no one dared to underestimate it. Instead, he looked at the sword carefully again, trying to find its uniqueness.

Shaking his head secretly, Zong Shou didn't hesitate much, and stretched out five fingers again towards Chuxue.

Chuxue immediately understood, and shouted out of the window again: "Five thousand third-order beast crystals!"

This time, most of the wealthy gentry here could not breathe. Many people here have saved less than one-tenth of this price in their lifetime savings.

Five thousand beast crystals are more than enough to buy the lives of three or five innate martial artists.

I don't know who is in that box. Just for this mediocre sword, this frightening figure was reported.

The middle-aged man in black remained unmoved, he pondered for a few breaths, and then spoke again: "Five thousand one!"

Zong Shou grinned, and only waved his index finger towards Chuxue.

But this time, it wasn't just Yin Yang who frowned. Even Chuxue was a little hesitant. Being stared at by Zong Shou, Cai reluctantly opened his mouth out of breath: "10,000 third-order beast crystals!"

As soon as the words fell, Zong Ling in the box over there couldn't help yelling: "Zong Shou, I think you are crazy! We have seven million clansmen and three thousand secret martial artists in Tianshan Mountain, and we only hunt to two One hundred thousand third-level beasts, together with the donations from Zhucheng, the total is only the annual income of one hundred thousand third-level beast crystals. You spent 10,000 third-level beast crystals today just for a broken sword? Fa? What is the mystery of that sword? I don't believe it, you, a person who hasn't even opened the chakras, can see it!"

The old god Zong Shou was there and didn't care. In my previous life, I was used to being poor, and I spent every day planning carefully. With good luck in this life, he became the heir of the demon king, a son of a rich family, with hundreds of millions of wealth, so naturally he can't be petty.

This feeling of oppressing people with money and not taking beast crystals seriously is extremely refreshing.

As for that Zong Ling, he didn't bother to talk to him at all. I use mine, what does that have to do with you? If these beast crystals are not used up, are they still waiting for the spiritual tide to depreciate?

Now a Tier 3 beast crystal is worth a thousand taels of gold. But after two years, one hundred taels of gold would be too high.

The middle-aged man in black downstairs looked over again. There was no anger in his eyes. He smiled contemptuously, "You really are an idiot!"

Everyone around was startled, and after a short while, they understood. The person in the corner bid was probably just to tease the person in the upstairs box, and he immediately smiled at him,

The old man who presided over the auction was also smiling for a while, but also a little worried.

No one would have thought that an ordinary Black Wave Sword could be sold for a sky-high price of tens of thousands. This sword only mortgaged a hundred Tier 3 beast crystals, but it earned a full ninety-nine times!

It's just such a high price, how can the bidder pay it? It wasn't until another person who looked like a shopkeeper whispered a few words in his ear that the old man's face was full of joy. With a wave of his hand, he asked someone to send the sword to Zongshou's box immediately. By the way, he also found the court witness of Sanlu Bank and wrote down the evidence, as if he was afraid that Zongshou would go back on his word.

After waiting, these people left satisfied. Zong Shoucai picked up the Black Wave Sword and put it in his hand to examine it.

What is being auctioned at this moment are all the pills and talismans of some martial arts masters, and there are also antiques and some house title deeds.

Zong Shou was not interested, and only concentrated on studying the sword in his hand.

Just listening to Zong Ling, who was still cursing in the box over there, seemed a little tired, and his tone turned to ridicule: "The king is a hero, why did you give birth to your idiot son? If there is a spirit under the spring, who knows what he is today? Life savings, being squandered by you like this, but I don’t know if you will spit blood in anger? With a body with two veins, it’s nothing more than not being able to practice martial arts, but how stupid is your head? Which one of the people in Yunxia Mountain doesn’t always take treachery? If you ask the price He's too tall, just let him go, who can do anything to get him? You're so stupid—"

Zong Ling was chattering endlessly, and there was a cold gaze on the other side, looking this way, it was Zi Lei Gun Zong Yuan.

Zong Shou pretended that he hadn't seen or heard, while Chuxue was angry, but at this moment he was also weak. Can't find words to refute.

Only Yin Yang remained expressionless, looking at the Black Wave Sword with the same serious expression, as if he wanted to help Zongshou find out the value of this sword.

"Sure enough, it's a bit weird!"

Zong Shou looked at it for a moment, then flicked the blade with his fingers, and made a 'ding' sound, which lasted for a long time.

After listening for a while, Zong Shou focused his gaze on the hilt of the sword.

Although the body of the sword is black, but the hilt is inlaid with ten pearls, and there are dozens of strange talismans painted on it.

Zong Shou tried it, took off all the pearls, and fiddled with them for a while. Then Yin Yang and Chuxue only heard a soft 'click'.

In the next moment, countless tightly sealed energy seemed to find a vent, and rushed around. Numerous small transparent holes were pierced through the four wall planks.

Then there was another sharp and sharp force that rushed up suddenly, forcing the entire roof of Zong Shou's box away.

In Zong Shou's hand, there was also a small sword, about two feet long, with a cold light shining.

At this time, the entire teahouse and everyone's eyes were looking at it again. This time, it wasn't just surprises.

"It's a third-tier spiritual soldier—"