Villain: Who said I came here to break off the engagement?

"Oh, my Four-Elephant Qimen Knife!"

The strong man from Gan Yongcheng was angry and anxious. If the people around him hadn't stopped him, he would have rushed to the auction table to ask for an explanation.

The attention of the other cultivators at this moment was completely attracted by the Zixiao bracelet in Yan Bingqiao's hand.

"What a powerful force."

"The weapon that man threw just now should be an imperial weapon, which is extremely hard, but it was easily dissolved by this five-color divine light. It's incredible."

"Don't forget, this bracelet hasn't been infused with spirits yet."

All divine weapons have spirits. If the spirits are refined into magic weapons, the power of the magic weapons will be doubled. As for the strength of the increase, it depends on the strength and potential of the spirits.

If the spirits are powerful and have great potential, this magic weapon will become stronger and stronger.

On the contrary, if the spirits are average, even if the initial grade of this magic weapon is not low, it will not be much stronger in the future.

In fact, spirits are a kind of spirits living between heaven and earth. They can be captured, cultivated in advance, and then refined into magic weapons.

But the price of doing so is that the weapon spirit cannot be 100% compatible with the magic weapon and cannot exert its full power.

To achieve the ultimate, it is necessary to refine the magic weapon before the weapon spirit grows up, so that the two can progress and run in together, and the final degree of compatibility will be very, very high.

There will be telepathy between the magic weapon, the weapon spirit, and the master, and the power will be doubled.

There are countless magic weapons in the world, but because many people are too hasty and short-sighted, they just buy a weapon spirit and refine it, ruining these good treasures.

The purple bracelet in Yan Bingqiao's hand has not yet been refined into the weapon spirit, but it has such a moving power. If a weapon spirit of good quality is refined, the power can even be comparable to that of a fairy weapon.

Thinking of this, many cultivators' eyes turned red, and they clamored to start shooting quickly, their swords were already thirsty.

The five-colored divine light disappeared, and Yan Bingqiao put the Zixiao bracelet back on the tray, smiling and saying, "Then I won't keep you in suspense. This top-grade sacred artifact Zixiao bracelet has a starting price of 40 million spiritual stones, and each bid cannot be less than 1 million spiritual stones. Now start bidding."

"45 million spiritual stones."

The first bidder was Linghu Jingyun from the Inverted Hall. From the expression on her peerless face, it is not difficult to see that she is very interested in this Zixiao bracelet.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, someone from the neighboring Ganyong City shouted, "50 million spiritual stones."

Linghu Jingyun looked out the window and her eyes met Baili Xuan in mid-air.

She snorted coldly and continued to bid: "52 million spiritual stones."

"54 million."

This time, it was not Baili Xuan who bid, but a middle-aged man from the Yuanshi Zuting direction. He had a high nose and deep eyes, and his facial features were very deep, giving people a feeling of eagle-like eyes and wolf-like eyes.

"Sixty million!"

Ao Wuji made the bid, his tone was lazy and arrogant, as if these sixty million spirit stones were nothing to him.

However, this time, no one indulged him, and they kept raising the price.

"Sixty-two million!"

"Sixty-five million!"

"I'll bid sixty-seven million spirit stones!"

Everyone was arguing until their faces turned red and their necks became thick, and their voices were almost hoarse.

In just a cup of tea, the starting price of this Zixiao bracelet had been raised from 40 million spirit stones to 89 million spirit stones.

And it was Ao Wuji who shouted this price.

At this moment, he could no longer maintain a lazy and casual attitude. The financial resources of the various sects far exceeded his expectations. He thought that he could get it with a maximum of 70 million spirit stones, but he didn't expect so much more.

In the private room on the second floor, Ao Mingjian reminded him, "Third Prince, we don't have many spirit stones with us."

Ao Wuji was angry at the moment, and he shouted coldly, "Shut up, no one is allowed to speak without my permission, otherwise don't blame me for cutting off his tongue!"

The heart of the third prince of the ancient dragon clan was furious, and he felt that he was bumped by these ordinary people.

What right do they have to rob what he wants?

They should kneel in front of him like a dog, and then hand the purple sky bracelet to him with both hands.

But they ignored the hierarchy and blatantly competed with him.

Ao Wuji felt humiliated by the ant offending the power of heaven. He had only experienced this feeling from his two brothers since he was a child, and it was really uncomfortable.

The bidding below was obviously coming to an end. Even the top Taoist sects could not easily take out 89 million spirit stones.

Just when everyone thought that the purple bracelet would fall into Ao Wuji's hands and felt sorry, a low and hoarse voice came from the back.

"I offer 90 million spirit stones."

The cultivators looked in the direction of the voice, and their eyes were all focused on the man in the black robe at the back of the seat.

This man was not tall, looked very thin, and had a hunched back. From the appearance, he should be an old man.

This old man had never made a bid before, but this time he directly threw 90 million spirit stones, which made many people secretly guess his identity.

This man did not sit in the square formation of any Taoist sect, sect, or big family, but mixed with the group of casual cultivators, so he was very likely a casual cultivator.

It was really not simple for a casual cultivator to take out 90 million spirit stones.

With so many spirit stones, wouldn't it be better to open a sect? Better than being alone.

Of course, it is not ruled out that he is a big shot of a famous sect, and he did this completely to hide his identity so as not to be targeted by people with bad intentions.

Liao Yushu looked at He Chuan who was sitting quietly in the corner, and then looked at the hunched black-robed man, thinking that if the two stood together with their backs to her, it would be hard to recognize them.

In the private room on the second floor, Li Guanhai's eyes fell on the black-robed man who made the bid. A flash of red light flashed in his pupils, and he couldn't help but smile.

"It turned out to be that girl, who actually came here to join in the fun."

She was able to take out 90 million spiritual stones in one breath. It seems that in the past ten years, in addition to her great progress in cultivation, she has also accumulated a lot of wealth.

"I have to find a time to keep it for her, so that she won't spend it everywhere."

In another private room, Ao Wuji's face was gloomy.

Just now, Yan Bingqiao had already dropped the hammer for the second time, and it seemed that the third hammer was about to be finalized, but this old man intervened, which was really annoying!

Ao Wuji stared at the black-robed man and secretly vowed that after the auction, he would cut him into pieces to vent his hatred.

At this moment, he could only bid honestly.

"Ninety-one million spiritual stones."

Beiwu Jianyu mocked at the right time: "Oh, one million and one million bids, how long will it take to bid? If you don't have spiritual stones, don't bid. Why are you pretending to be a big shot? Give it to others as soon as possible, so as not to embarrass yourself here."

Ao Wuji was almost heartbroken when someone used his own words to mock him.

At this time, the black-robed man continued to bid: "Ninety-five million spiritual stones."

Ao Wuji was repeatedly stimulated, and his anger rose to his head. He slammed the table and shouted: "I'll offer 100 million!"

From the hoarse voice, it can be heard that this price is the limit he can offer.

The whole auction hall was quiet, and everyone raised their heads and looked at the box on the second floor, and then looked at the black-robed man behind them.

He just laughed twice, sat down and said: "It's yours."