Inverse Sword God

"Appeared!" In private room No. 5, Lin Feng narrowed his eyes.

"Don't worry, Young Master Feng, this thing must be ours!" said the sword-patterned boy clenching his fists.

Outside, everyone was talking, and the words were full of excitement.

On the auction stage, the white-robed old man pressed his hand, making the entire venue quiet.

"Everyone, this news comes from a map. Whoever takes this map will get the news."

"Another thing to tell you, this map is a residual map."

The white-robed old man said in a deep voice, "Actually, he doesn't have much confidence in his heart. After all, a residual picture may not necessarily be able to infer anything."

Sure enough, after hearing the residual picture, many people booed, and half of the heat in their hearts was extinguished.

The ordinary warriors in the hall chatted with each other, and the voices were noisy.

"An ancient map with a reserve price of 300,000 spirit stones, the auction is now on!"

These warriors booed, and in their opinion no one would buy this kind of thing.

Lin Xuan shook his head, stood up, and prepared to leave.

"Three hundred and fifty thousand!"

A voice sounded, like thunder, ringing in the ears of everyone.

"What? There's a real bid!"

Those warriors froze in place. Could it be that there is really a record on that map?

Lin Xuan also turned his head suddenly and looked at the private room No. 5 on the second floor.

He could hear that it was Lin Feng's voice.

"Could it be that he came specifically for this map?" Lin Xuan wondered.

"Three hundred and sixty thousand." The lazy voice sounded again.

Everyone is boiling, although they can't afford it, but they can watch the fun!

Sure enough, after these two shots, some people made bids.

These people are all distinguished guests of the private room on the second floor. For them, they would rather buy the wrong one than let it go!

Lin Xuan shook his head, he turned and left.

These prices have long been beyond his ability, and even if he can get the treasure map, he may not be able to keep it.

After all, the temptation of spiritual-level treasures is too great, big enough to drive anyone crazy.

Lin Xuan's departure attracted the attention of many people.

A mysterious intermediate-level treasure can also make people's heart skip a beat!

In the No. 5 private room, the sword-printed boy stared at Lin Xuan's figure, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What you can't escape, what I like, no one can take away!"

Lin Xuan sensed all those obscure gazes.

He sneered in his heart and quickly walked towards the backstage.

His current strength is capable of fighting against the warriors in the late stage of the third stage of Linghai.

In addition, he also has bronze handguards and yellowed talismans, these two things are enough to kill the warriors of Linghai Fifth Layer.

However, he will not use it indiscriminately until it is absolutely necessary.

This kind of thing is damaged by one use, and the bronze gauntlet has cracks, which makes his heart hurt.

When he came to the backstage, Lin Xuan handed over the spirit stone and got the Qiuhen sword.

Hey, get that black scabbard! The wine master said.

Lin Xuan glanced at the black scabbard on the jade plate. It was very ordinary, nothing special.

But what can make the wine master's heart, he naturally will not let go.

Can you give me this scabbard? Lin Xuan asked casually.

Can. The Wanbaolou martial artist who was in charge of the management didn't care about a scabbard and gave it to Lin Xuan on the spot.

Putting away the scabbard, Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Nodding, Lin Xuan was ready to leave.

"Little friend stay!" An old voice sounded, very strong.

Lin Xuan stopped, with a little more caution in his eyes.

He said solemnly: "Why, Wanbaolou is not even willing to give away a scabbard?"

"Don't get me wrong, little friend, I want to talk to you." The red-robed old man appeared with a smile on his face.

"Don't worry, the old man didn't come to ask for a scabbard, just wanted to talk to you!"

"Okay, what to talk about?" Lin Xuan's heart moved.

He needs a powerful force to deter the mysterious blue-haired people. If he can get closer to Wanbaolou, it would be better.

"Little friend, this way please." Hong Pao smiled.

Lin Xuan followed behind him and walked into an antique room.

"I wonder if the little friend can take off the black robe?" the red-robed old man said, "On behalf of Wanbaolou, I have something to discuss with the little friend. There is absolutely no malicious intent."

"Okay!" Lin Xuan said solemnly, with a wave of his palm, he put the black robe into the storage ring.

The red-robed old man looked at Lin Xuan with a look of shock in his eyes.

He knew that Lin Xuan was young, but he didn't expect him to be so young.

This is clearly a boy!

"I don't know why senior is looking for the boy?" Lin Xuan asked politely.

"Hehe, a hero is a boy!" The red-robed old man said with a beard, "I want to ask if the little friend is an inscription master?"

After all, he looked at Lin Xuan expectantly.

"Yeah." Lin Xuan nodded, the old man's eyes made him feel a little hairy.

"Then do you know the inscription tower?"

Lin Xuan shook his head: "I have been practicing in the mountains with my master, and I have only recently come out to walk around the rivers and lakes."

For his own safety, he pulled out that nihilistic master again.

"Oh? I don't know who the other teacher is?" The red-robed old man asked subconsciously.

"My master is very low-key." Lin Xuan lied.

"I don't know what the senior is looking for me?" He quickly changed the subject.

The red-robed old man didn't think much about it, after all, many experts like to live in seclusion.

Immediately, he said slowly: "If possible, I would like to invite you to participate in a game in the name of Wanbaolou."

"The inscription tower is said to be left by the inscription master and is located on the border of the Xia Kingdom and the Shadow Kingdom."

"There are some unique inscriptions in it and the master's insights. It is a holy place for inscription masters."

"But because of its geographical location, it cannot be occupied by any country alone."

"So every three years, the Xia Kingdom and the Shadow Kingdom will decide which side will enter by means of a competition."

"Our Xia Kingdom has lost twice in a row, and this time we can't lose again!"

There was a hint of anger and helplessness on the face of the red-robed old man.

"If it's a competition, shouldn't you be looking for me?" Lin Xuan wondered, "Aren't the experts on the Qianlong list better!"

"Little friend doesn't know. Although it is a competition, it is required that the participants must be inscribers."

"Although there are many geniuses on the Qianlong list, there are not many inscribers."

"And the little friend's soul power is the strongest one I've ever seen, far exceeding his peers."

Lin Xuan knew in his heart that his soul power was indeed much stronger than that of an ordinary first-grade inscription master, not to mention his peers.

"Don't worry, as long as you take action, the benefits will come from you!" The red-robed old man said hurriedly when he saw that Lin Xuan was silent.

In the body, the wine master said: "Xiao Xuanzi, if the inscription tower is real, you can go in and have a look."

Lin Xuan's heart moved, he pondered for a moment, and said slowly: "I don't know when this competition will start? I don't want to miss the grand meeting of Xue Zong."

"Don't worry, little friend, this test is after the Xue Zong Conference."

"If I win the game, I wonder if I can get a place to enter the Inscription Tower?" Lin Xuan asked in a deep voice.

The red-robed old man was stunned for a moment, and his face suddenly sank.

A strong breath slowly overflowed, and the whole room became very depressed.

Lin Xuan's body vibrated with the sea of ​​spirit, making a roaring sound. At the same time, his soul force spread out to resist the pressure.

His expression did not change, he slowly stretched out his hand and stroked in the air.

A quaint inscription appeared in mid-air, emitting a peculiar light.

"This is?" The red-robed old man's pupils shrank slightly, with a shocked expression on his face.

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