Chapter 81

"Superior Spirit Soldier, the Green Scale Fist Gloves, are primarily made from the scales of a second-stage top-tier demonic beast, the Green Scale Shark, and the soft hide of a second-stage late-stage demonic beast, the Fire Cloud Ox.

When true qi is channeled into them, the gloves can increase the killing power by three times, and at the fingertips, there are ten of the sharpest scales, making the killing power even more astonishing.

Originally, this was to be one of the final treasures, but, hehe, I am making an exception this time and presenting it earlier.

The starting price is five hundred low-grade essence stones, and each bid must not be less than twenty!"

Guan Canghai held up a pair of gloves that glinted with a cold green light and explained the origins of this treasure.

"Eight hundred!"

Suddenly, amidst the onlookers, a calm voice came from a private room on the second floor.

Everyone held their breath. Such a high amount and a decisive bid clearly indicated that the bidder was determined to win.

Moreover, it was the same private room that had previously won the Thunder Palm.

For a moment, everyone speculated about which force could be so wealthy and powerful.

Guan Canghai's smile froze, and his cheeks twitched.

Originally, he was confident that he could drive the price of the Green Scale Fist Gloves to around a thousand, but the other party directly bid such a high price, seemingly at a loss, but actually demonstrating their resolve and intimidating any potential competitors.

After looking around and waiting for a while, no one bid higher, clearly understanding that anyone who could bid was not to be trifled with. Why risk offending a potential enemy for a treasure they couldn't get?

"Ah!"

A sigh echoed, and the hooded figure who had previously bid on the Thunder Palm stood up and left the hall.

The somewhat desolate figure drew sighs from countless martial artists, reflecting the reality that without sufficient strength and wealth, it was impossible to compete with others.

In the end, the Green Scale Fist Gloves were sold to Li Chen's private room for eight hundred low-grade essence stones.

Immediately after, the servants of the Treasure Gathering Pavilion served tea and snacks, and after a fifteen-minute break, the auction continued with great enthusiasm.

During this time, many excellent treasures appeared, drawing bids from numerous martial artists, especially several Spirit Soldiers rumored to belong to the Thirteen Thieves of Tianyun, which sparked competition among the strong in the private rooms on the second and third floors.

For these forces, possessing a Spirit Soldier from the Thirteen Thieves was a great way to enhance their reputation.

Even three Essence-Breaking Pills appeared, which could help a Ninth Layer Inner Breath Realm martial artist break through to the True Qi Refinement Realm. Naturally, this drew many bids from martial artists.

Not all martial artists had the ability to convert inner breath into true qi on their own, and although breaking through with a pill would affect future cultivation, those who had not broken through for a long time naturally flocked to it.

Unfortunately, in the end, all were bid away by the major forces in the private rooms, as True Qi Refinement Realm martial artists were the backbone of their families.

"Next, we will auction the final highlight of this auction, the top-grade Spirit Soldier, the Lone Cloud Sword. This sword was the early sword of the sword enthusiast Liu Guoyun from two hundred years ago.

The sword is three feet and three inches long, one inch longer than a regular sword, and can emit a sword beam on its own. If used by a peak True Qi Refinement Realm expert, it can generate a sword beam over ten feet long, increasing its power by more than ten times.

If used by a sword expert, it can even make the sword qi leave the body, possessing the power of a Foundation Essence Realm expert.

Most importantly, Liu Guoyun used this sword to comprehend sword momentum, imbuing it with a trace of his sword essence. The value of this sword does not need to be detailed by me.

The starting price is two thousand low-grade essence stones, and each bid must not be less than one hundred low-grade essence stones!"

Guan Canghai held a green-sheathed long sword without drawing it, but everyone in the hall could already feel a sharp aura emanating from it.

Although very faint, it was undeniable that if the sword were drawn, it would have a stunning effect.

In the end, as midnight approached, the auction finally reached its final stage. On the auction platform, Guan Canghai announced one of the treasures everyone had been eagerly awaiting.

Wow!

A regular top-grade Spirit Soldier would cost only one thousand five hundred, but this sword's price was directly set at two thousand.

Everyone was沸腾了，都贪婪地盯着那柄长剑，即使不是专精剑法的武者，也都动了心思。

虽然不是所有人都明白剑势是什么东西，但在场中自然有知道者，一传十，十传百，不多时所有人都知道了它的珍贵。

“四千！”

三楼包厢中，一身紫衣，面容儒雅淡定的罗行云，猛地坐直了身子，几乎是暴喝道。

在他身旁，几名气息凝然的中年护卫，也一个个不由自主地放出了自身气息，想要以此震慑对此剑有企图者。

大堂中再次哗然顿起，嗡嗡议论。

“四千二！”

略显生硬淡漠，面容冷峻如刀削，北野城少城主北野烈，冷冷一笑。

作为与罗行云同一阶段的天才，身份修为都丝毫不差对方，两族虽被城南北刀剑，但罗行云得了此剑，早他一步迈入固元境，甚至有希望步入丹旋境，就算这几率极为渺茫，但也足以让北野家的声望被压制。

所以，他决不允许此剑落入罗行云手中。

“四千五，北野烈你善用刀法，何以与我争夺孤云剑？”

另一边，紧接着传来罗行云微怒的话语。

“本少喜欢，买来把玩不行吗？四千六！”

北野烈淡淡道，仅仅加了一百，摆明了不让他好受。

“你四千八！”

罗行云气急，再次加价。

原本有心想要竞价的几大势力，眼见罗行云势在必得，略作思趁下放弃了竞拍，这把剑的价格实在太贵，也就对真正的剑客有意义。

“五千！”

苍老声音顿起，赫然是大漠苍狼冯元图。

众人这才想起，冯元图也是一位用剑的高手，而且修为达到了煅真境巅峰，可惜在这一阶段停留了十数年一直未曾有突破。

若是此剑落在他手中，说不定可以突破多年桎梏，再进一步，自此可综合玄云郡。

“五千五！”

别人或许怕冯元图，但罗行云不怕，只是这价格也快到了他的承受极限。

北野烈这次没有再加价，因为他也怕出变故，莫看之前说的轻巧，真要到了他手中，恐怕损失就大了。

“五千六，罗师侄就不能退一步吗？”

包厢中的冯元图，目中精芒爆闪，甚至有血丝凝聚，呼吸都粗重了起来。

此举，无疑已经有了违规之嫌。

但大堂中的关沧海却没有阻止，只是静静的等候，因为孤云剑的价格，已经超出了他的估计。

“冯前辈，抱歉了，此剑在下势在必得！六千！”

罗行云几乎是喊出来的道，所有人都能听出他的紧张。

静！寂静！大堂中没有了呼吸，只剩下有力的心脏跳动。

许久，冯元图没有再出声，只不过那里却散出阵阵令人难受的压力。

在包厢中，冯元图身上的杀意蓦然敛去，只剩下目中的丝丝森冷：“此剑，不管是落在谁手中，老夫要定了！”

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Everyone was沸腾了，all staring greedily at the long sword, even those who were not specialized in sword techniques were tempted.

Although not everyone understood what sword momentum was, there were naturally those in the hall who knew, and the news spread quickly. Soon, everyone knew of its value.

"Four thousand!"

From a private room on the third floor, a figure in purple, with a refined and calm demeanor, Luo Xingyun, suddenly sat up straight and almost shouted.

Beside him, several middle-aged guards with condensed auras also involuntarily released their own auras, intending to intimidate anyone who might covet the sword.

The hall buzzed with excitement and murmurs.

"Four thousand two!"

A slightly stiff and cold voice came from Beiyehao Lie, the young lord of Beiyehao City, with a cold smile.

As a genius of the same stage as Luo Xingyun, with no difference in status or cultivation, the two families, though divided by the city's north and south, would see Luo Xingyun's reputation rise if he obtained this sword, potentially even reaching the Foundation Essence Realm, or even the Pill Rotation Realm, though the chances were slim, it was enough to suppress the Beiyehao family's prestige.

Therefore, he would not allow the sword to fall into Luo Xingyun's hands.

"Four thousand five, Beiyehao Lie, you specialize in sword techniques, why are you competing with me for the Lone Cloud Sword?"

From the other side, Luo Xingyun's voice, tinged with anger, followed.

"Can't I just like it and buy it for fun? Four thousand six!"

Beiyehao Lie said coolly, adding only one hundred, clearly making Luo Xingyun uncomfortable.

"You four thousand eight!"

Luo Xingyun, in a hurry, raised the bid again.

Several major forces that had intended to bid saw Luo Xingyun's determination and, after a moment's thought, gave up. The price of the sword was too high, and it was only truly valuable to genuine swordsmen.

"Five thousand!"

An elderly voice rang out, and it was Feng Yuantu, the Great Desert Wolf.

Only then did everyone remember that Feng Yuantu was also a sword expert, and his cultivation had reached the peak of the True Qi Refinement Realm, but he had been stuck at this stage for over a decade without breaking through.

If this sword fell into his hands, it might help him break through his long-standing bottleneck and advance further, thereby consolidating his position in the Xuan Yun Prefecture.

"Five thousand five!"

Others might fear Feng Yuantu, but Luo Xingyun did not. However, the price was approaching his limit.

Beiyehao Lie did not bid again, as he also feared unforeseen circumstances. Although he had spoken lightly before, the actual cost would be significant if he obtained the sword.

"Five thousand six, can't you step back, Cousin Luo?"

In the private room, Feng Yuantu's eyes flashed with intense light, even with bloodshot veins, and his breathing became heavy.

This move was undoubtedly a violation of the rules.

However, Guan Canghai in the hall did not stop him, only waiting quietly, as the price of the Lone Cloud Sword had already exceeded his expectations.

"Senior Feng, I apologize, but I must have this sword! Six thousand!"

Luo Xingyun almost shouted, and everyone could hear the tension in his voice.

Silence! The hall was silent, with only the strong heartbeat remaining.

After a long time, Feng Yuantu did not speak again, but a wave of oppressive pressure emanated from his location.

In the private room, the killing intent on Feng Yuantu's body suddenly dissipated, leaving only a cold glint in his eyes: "No matter who gets this sword, I will have it!"

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