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It is obvious that some people know that a large part of the reason for Ye Wangxi's final defeat by the Mo Burning Sword is thanks to Song Qiutong's whistleblowing.

Thinking of this section, Mo Ran couldn't help frowning, and his dislike for Song Qiutong was a little bit more - I was probably fascinated by ghosts back then, so I felt that this woman was actually similar to Shi Mo.

"The last item to be traded in this auction is an unowned martial arts." The second pavilion master said, interrupting Mo Ran's thoughts, "This martial arts is not owned by Gu Yueye, it is also on consignment .”

The finale treasure of each auction will reveal some rumors before the start of the meeting. Therefore, compared to the fierce reaction to the "sphenoid bone beauty seat" just now, although the monks below are also eager to try, they are much calmer.

The white jade lotus opened again, and a silver satin box with sun, moon, mountain and river patterns was slowly floating up on the stone platform.

The brocade box is long and narrow, and the embroidery on the surface is very delicate. A knowledgeable person can tell at a glance that the gold thread totem on it is from the most famous embroidery workshop in Gusu, Xianyun Pavilion. Leaving aside the divine power inside, this box alone is worth a hundred gold.

"This Shenwu was discovered in the Junshan Mass Burial Mound. Its previous owner has passed away. After being verified by Xuanyuan Pavilion, Shenwu has never recognized a new owner." The second pavilion master paused, and continued, "As we all know, Shenwu's There are inscriptions engraved on the body of the weapon. However, due to the death of the owner of the weapon for many years, the writing on the weapon has been worn out, and the only recognizable thing is the word "return."

Someone muttered: "Say so much, don't open the box first."

"Oh, forget it, just get used to it, isn't Xuanyuan Pavilion's consistent style like this. Let's talk nonsense first, and then show everyone the goods."

"makes sense."

Mo Ran thought it was funny, turned his head and wanted to say a few words to Chu Wanning, but when he turned around, he saw Chu Wanning frowned, his slender fingers like cold jade supported his forehead, and his face was as pale as frost. He was startled, and hurriedly asked: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Suddenly...felt uncomfortable."

"Why is it uncomfortable, did you catch a cold again?" Mo Ran leaned over and touched his forehead, "It's not hot either."

"..." Chu Wanning shook his head but didn't speak, his expression was weak.

Mo Ran didn't know what to do, so he had to say: "I'll pour you a cup of tea." He filled up a cup of hot tea, thought about it, and poured a little tapir fragrance into it.

The medicine made by this cold-scale master is famous all over the world. After Chu Wanning drank the tea mixed with tapir fragrance, he really got better, and his face was not so ugly. He raised his eyes and went to watch the bidding downstairs again. Mo Ran cleaned up the tea set and poured him a second cup.

"Xuanyuan Pavilion has no way of knowing the full name of this martial arts, but because of a coincidence, it returned to the world, and there is a word "return" in its inscription. Therefore, we temporarily drew up a name and called it "Return".

Finally, some impatient person couldn't stand it any longer, and shouted from below: "Pavilion Master, you have already whetted our appetites after talking so much. Quickly open the box and let us see how this martial arts looks like."

The second pavilion master of Xuanyuan Pavilion smiled slightly: "Immortal Lord, don't worry. According to the rules of the cultivation world, after the death of the original owner of Shenwu, the weapons should be owned by the descendants according to blood relationship. The 'return' was found in the mass grave. It is impossible to know the identity of its original owner. However, after the box is opened, you can release your spiritual power to perceive it. If there is someone who can match the martial arts, it is the blood relative of the original owner of this weapon. Then there is no need to bid, and the 'return' will belong to it. "

"Hahaha, how can there be such a coincidence in the world."

Most of the monks in the field laughed.

"Yeah, it's almost impossible."

"But if you don't try it, don't try it. It's not bad to try your luck."

The second pavilion master looked at the people in the audience with a smile, and said crisply: "Yes, it is always good to try your luck. Please pay attention, all the immortals, this will open the cover."

She snapped her fingers, and immediately two disciples of Gu Yue Ye came up from the left and right, both young girls of fifteen or sixteen years old. Each has a crystal exquisite key, which is carefully inserted into the lock hole on the box.

Only two "clicks" and "clicks" were heard, and the lock fell in response.

Mo Ran saw the situation of unlocking the lock, and inexplicably thought of the scene where he got the 'Damn' in Jin Chengchi. At that time, it was clearly said that "only those who love deeply in the world" can open Sauvignon Blanc, and I don't know why the brocade box was opened in Chu Wanning's hands in the end.

The people around were holding their breath, and countless pairs of eyes hidden under the hood were staring at the narrow box. The lid of the box embroidered with gold thread was slowly opened, and the tense atmosphere in the air was stretched to the extreme, like a fully stretched bowstring. Inside the pavilion where thousands of people gathered, it was so quiet that even the sound of hair falling to the ground could be heard.

Everyone was staring intently at the ancient edge exposed in the box. Or greed, or curiosity, or appreciation...

Only Mo Ran, the moment he saw the weapon in the box, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the blood color faded away in an instant.

He has lived two lifetimes, he has owned two martial arts in the past and this life, and he has fought with more than ten masters of martial arts. Regarding the things that Xuanyuan Pavilion put up for bidding this time, he thought that he would definitely have no troubles.

But he was wrong.

"Shenwu is back." The clear voice of the second pavilion master broke the silence, "Modao is in the form of a sword, four feet long and three inches wide. There is no sheath, and the whole body is dark, and there is no reflection in the daytime."

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