Sealed Divine Throne

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Long Haochen flatly refused without hesitation: "It's not necessary."

Ye Weiyang was stunned for a moment. She rarely met people who could reject her. Her ability to become the chief auctioneer of the Holy Alliance Auction House was definitely not due to luck. She is a professional with dual attributes of spirit and light. In terms of talent, she asked herself that there would be no problem even if she became a demon hunter. And she has full confidence in her own charm.

"Sorry, you can start now." Ye Weiyang whispered, taking a step back.

Long Haochen slowly opened the wooden box, and his eyes fell on the heavy sword. Both hands reached into the box at the same time.

Seeing his action, Ye Weiyang looked visibly relaxed. Long Haochen's actions seemed simple, but they were a sign of respect for a weapon. The respect that only a divine soldier can get.

The four fingers of his left hand are placed under the tip of the sword, and his thumb pinches the bead on the tip of the sword. If it were an ordinary epee, his action should be to pinch the entire tip of the sword so that the sharp edge will not be exposed. . The right hand is resting on the hilt of the sword, not the hilt.

This detail seems simple, but it is exclusive to knights. Only true knights know how to respect a magic weapon like this. Therefore, when Ye Weiyang saw Long Haochen do this, she also had some expectations in her heart.

Could it be that this person can really make the Divine Sword shine again? If that's the case...

Thinking of this, Ye Weiyang couldn't help but recall what her grandfather once said.

The person who obtains the divine sword may not necessarily be the top expert, but more likely it will be the destined person who belongs to the divine sword. Could it be that he is the destined person? I don't know why, but Ye Weiyang's heart is beating hard at this time, because she has vaguely felt that possibility.

Feng Ling'er, who was holding the wooden box, raised the wooden box a little higher when Long Haochen put his hands into it. She was also very curious to look at the person in front of her who looked to be of age, both in terms of voice and figure. Not a big young man.

However, there was only curiosity in her eyes. Compared with her calm and elegant appearance, as pure as a little white flower, she actually has a fiery heart. Long Haochen, a young man who was 1.8 meters tall and looked very ordinary, did not arouse much interest in her, and he was not her type.

On the contrary, Ye Weiyang, who looks charming and mature, is actually a very conservative girl at heart. This is what is called a person’s appearance.

Regarding Ye Weiyang and Feng Ling'er's observations, Long Haochen seemed to have never felt them before. His gaze fell directly on the divine sword in front of him.

The moment Long Haochen felt the aura emanating from the wooden box when he opened it, his mind was completely attracted to this magical weapon. His feelings were much stronger than others, and he could even feel many changes in the divine sword.

This divine sword is not just sealed, in a sense, it is already dead.

How can a weapon die? When a truly divine weapon loses its soul, it dies.

Long Haochen was absolutely certain that the divine sword in front of him once had its own sword spirit.

The sword spirit is a type of weapon spirit. What does it mean to have a weapon spirit? This means that this weapon and equipment is at least as powerful as the epic level or above.

In other words, the divine sword in front of Long Haochen was at least an epic piece of equipment a long time ago!

At this time, it had lost its soul, but because of this, Long Haochen respected it even more.

He could guess that when the owner of this divine sword passed away, the sword spirit sealed the sword body, and then it abandoned its body, leaving only this body in the world, and the sword spirit itself followed its owner And go.

To be able to bury the sword spirit, one can imagine what kind of existence its owner was back then. How could such a person and such a sword spirit not be respected?

Long Haochen's heart was not at peace at this time. He moved very slowly, for fear of desecrating this divine sword. He came out not to obtain this divine sword, but to help it lift the seal. Just as Ye Weiyang said, the Divine Sword should not be covered in dust, it should shine again!

This dark heavy sword slowly left the wooden box under the support of Long Haochen's hands. Long Haochen's eyes were always fixed on the sword. He did not inject spiritual power into it, but just watched quietly. His eyes were peaceful and sad. Even with the mask blocking it, Ye Weiyang could feel the emotions radiating from Long Haochen's body. His clear golden eyes were unstoppable by the mask.

Looking at the look in his eyes, Ye Weiyang even felt that his emotions seemed to match the desolation exuded by the divine sword.

Ye Weiyang's heartbeat accelerated. Before Long Haochen appeared, after everyone saw the divine sword, they almost couldn't wait to inject spiritual power into it, as if they wanted to conquer it, or forcefully open the seal. However, they all failed. But at this time, Long Haochen did not do this. He actually seemed to be communicating with the divine sword.

Feng Ling'er put away the wooden box and stood aside, the curiosity in her eyes becoming more intense. He peeked at Ye Weiyang and saw that she was looking at the man in front of her with a dull look in her eyes.

Time seemed to have stopped, and the bidders who had recovered their visual abilities also sat back in their seats and looked at Long Haochen quietly. They were all curious whether this person could unlock the seal of the divine sword. The light attribute release just now really scared many people. The more people understand the properties of light, the more horrified they are by the explosion just now.

"Yating." Long Haochen called softly.

A scene that shocked the whole audience appeared. In a flash of golden light, a golden figure suddenly appeared in front of Long Haochen. Although the six wings behind Yating were restrained at this time, her sudden appearance was accompanied by the radiant energy emanating from her whole body. The rich golden light and beauty had a flavor that shocked the entire audience. Even Ye Weiyang and Feng Linger were eclipsed by the soft and pure light element in her body.

Long Haochen handed the heavy sword in front of Yating with great care.

Yating could feel his thoughts and quickly reached out to take it, following Long Haochen's previous actions.

"This, this is..." Ye Weiyang suddenly covered her mouth. With her determination, she could not suppress the shock in her heart.

Yating was facing Long Haochen, that is, facing the audience. Therefore, the only ones who could see her back were Ye Weiyang and Feng Ling'er. They clearly saw the six wings shrinking behind Yating. You can feel the pure light element on her body most directly.

Is this the light element elf? Ye Weiyang was extremely shocked. She is extremely knowledgeable and understands the light element elves very well. However, in her knowledge, she has never heard that light element elves can evolve to look almost like real people!

Yating took over the heavy sword. The moment the heavy sword fell into her hand, the sword made a slight buzzing sound. The buzzing sound was not loud, but it was as clear as a dragon's roar, echoing throughout the entire auction hall.

Yating was also stunned, because she clearly felt that after holding the heavy sword, she actually felt friendly. The heavy sword even seemed to rely on her.

Long Haochen took a step back, made a fist with his right hand, knocked it on his chest, and performed a standard knightly salute to the epee in Yating's hand.

"Excalibur should not be covered in dust. I can feel your sadness and pain. However, the past has passed. If your master is still alive, then he will never want to see your sword spirit go with him. Later, your glory continued to be obscured."

"From the day you possess spirituality, you should be in the hands of a knight, use your edge to cut through thorns, eradicate evil, and fight for justice. Fight to protect all those who need protection."

"Your light will surely return to the world, and your sharp edge will definitely make the enemy tremble. Come back, the lost sword, let your glory shine on the earth again, and let the power of light sweep away all darkness. Maybe, I am not worthy of being you. Master, but I am willing to wake you up and let you find the master that is most suitable for you."

Long Haochen's words became more passionate and full of solemnity and pride. There was an iron-blooded clang in his young voice. The faint smell of blood and the strong pride are all displayed in these simple words.

Yating knelt down on one knee and held up the heavy sword in front of Long Haochen. This time, Long Haochen did not take it with both hands, but stretched out his right hand and firmly grasped the hilt of the heavy sword.

An indescribable temperament appeared on Long Haochen, and the heavy sword in his hand was suddenly raised above his head. Then, a dazzling incandescent color could be seen bursting out from his hand and instantly injected into the heavy sword.

The aura of light that was richer and purer than what he had emitted before suddenly erupted like a blowout. Feng Ling'er and Ye Weiyang, who were only a few feet away, could see that under the mask on Long Haochen's face, there was a thick glow on his forehead. Thick golden light shines, vaguely discernible, and it seems to be nine light patterns.

"Buzzing——" The dark heavy sword buzzed violently under the dazzling white light. Yating, who was right in front of Long Haochen, suddenly moved. While the six wings on her back instantly opened, her body shrank rapidly. In an instant, she was only more than a foot tall. She was suspended behind Long Haochen. She whispered a low spell. Singing softly, soft golden ripples fell on Long Haochen's body, making the dazzling incandescent color on his body become even more powerful.

"In the name of the goddess of light, break this dusty mark." Long Haochen's high-pitched voice sounded again.