Chapter 1190 The Black Black Sword Controversy

"Twenty-one thousand dollars!"

This time the asking price still came from Tiansan box, but the voice became a woman's voice.

"is her!"

Upon hearing this voice, many people guessed the origin of this woman. The master of the sixth prince's house once chased a middle-stage fit who assassinated the sixth prince.

"Twenty-five thousand dollars!"

But the sound of bidding came from the Tianer box immediately after. It seems that the owner of this box is also bound to win the Mo Hei Sword.

"fifty thousand!"

At this moment, a faint voice came from the Dijiu box!

"Oh my God, fifty thousand top-quality spirit crystals, I'm afraid I won't be able to earn so many top-quality spirit crystals in my entire life!" A distracted mid-term sighed.

"You probably won't earn enough in one life, two lifetimes!" The old friend sitting beside him said with a smile: "I don't know who is so sacred in the nine boxes here, who dares to compete with the fit master for the sword, and is so rich!"

The figure of 50,000 made both Tiansan and Tianer's boxes silent.

But Cheng Bufan, who is an auctioneer, was extremely excited. In his opinion, it would be considered pretty good for this ink black sword to fetch 20,000 top-quality spirit crystals. Now, it has sold for a sky-high price of 50,000.

So, he said with a trembling voice: "The distinguished guests in the Dijiu box bid 50,000 top-quality spirit crystals, and the guests in the Tian2 and Tian3 boxes will continue to bid?"

Tian Er and Tian San remained silent.

Fifty thousand top-grade spirit crystals is not a small sum for any force.

"Fifty thousand top-grade spirit crystals once!"

"Fifty thousand top-grade spirit crystals twice!"

"Fifty-one thousand!"

Finally, the mysterious guest in the Tianer box opened his mouth to continue bidding, and just as Song Yan was about to continue bidding, the voice from the Tianer box continued: "Little friend, I am the old man Tianjian. You give this sword to the old man, and the old man owes it to you." A favor!"

"Old man Tianjian?"

hum!

The crowd exploded again, and then looked at the Tianer box with awe.

The old man Tianjian, also known as the real Tianjian, now occupies the ninth position on the list of male immortals. He is also a sword cultivator, and his swordsmanship is extremely superb. Two dead and one wounded.

At the same time, the old man Tianjian once challenged the Black and White Sword Immortal back then. Although he lost, he still supported ten moves in the hands of the Black and White Sword Immortal.

Thinking of this, everyone looked enviously at Dijiu Box. The favor of the old man Tianjian is worth at least 10,000 top-grade spirit crystals.

Just when everyone was curious about whether the owner of the Nine Boxes would give Tianjian old man a face and withdraw from the competition, or continue to compete, Song Yan's voice sounded: "Sorry senior, this junior also practiced swordsmanship, so this sword Can't let it go, please forgive me, senior!"

He actually refused?

Everyone was shocked when they heard Song Yan's words.

"Why did he refuse?" In the first box, the woman called Senior Sister suddenly looked confused and worried.

In Tiansan's box, Li Sixuan showed a gloating smile: "Haha, that kid really doesn't know how to live or die, and he doesn't even give old man Tianjian face!"

Even if his father, Li Tianxing, is a master in the late stage of fusion, he still has to be friends with his peers. What's more, this old man Tianjian is not an ordinary late stage of fusion.

"Since that's the case, let's do it according to our ability!" Elder Tianjian responded.

"Then thank you senior, I will offer fifty-five thousand yuan!" Song Yan said.

In the next room, the woman's face became more and more worried, and she muttered to herself: "No, I have to persuade him!"

With that said, she got up and walked out of the box.

"Senior sister, where are you going?" Lu Qi asked.

"Stay well in the box, I'll come back as soon as I go!" The woman said lightly, then pushed open the door of the box and walked out.

Inside the Dijiu box.

Zhong Yi also looked at Song Yan gloatingly, and said: "Boy, you are so stupid, even if you buy this sword, so what, if the old man Tianjian wants to take it away, it's just a bag."

"Don't think others are as nasty as you!" Song Yan pouted, if he were an ordinary fit master, he would really try to snatch it, but Old Man Tianjian is a celebrity, so he really wants to snatch something from a junior like him. If it spreads, it will definitely lose face.

Tuk Tuk!

There was a knock on the door.

"Xiao Yu go and open the door!"

The door of the box opened, and a woman walked in from the outside.

Seeing this woman, Li Xiang'er couldn't help showing surprise on her face, and immediately stood up to meet her: "Sister Tianluo, how do you know that Xiang'er is here?"

Yes, this woman is Li Tianluo.

Seeing Li Xiang'er with a surprised face, Li Tianluo was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "Yes, I heard that you are here, so come and have a look!"

While speaking, she sent a sound transmission to Song Yan, telling him to give up fighting for the Mohei Sword.

Sensing the concern and worry in Li Tianluo's words, Song Yan couldn't help feeling warm in his heart. However, he was still not ready to give up. It was not his style to bully the weak and fear the strong.

"Fifty-five thousand five hundred!"

At this moment, the old man Tianjian bid again, and the bid was only increased by 500 yuan, which showed that this had reached his limit.

"Fifty-six thousand!"

Song Yan only added five hundred yuan.

"Why are you still bidding?" Li Tianluo sent another voice transmission.

Song Yan smiled at her, signaling her not to worry.

The old man Tianjian was silent.

Then, after three inquiries, Cheng Bufan announced that Song Yan had obtained the Mohei sword.

Soon, a waiter delivered the Mohei Sword to the Dijiu box, and Song Yan paid the spirit crystal, and this eighth-grade spiritual weapon truly belonged to him.

"Chimo!"

Song Yan pulled out the ink black sword, the blade was pitch black, seemingly without a front, and even had some rust on it.

"The Mo Hei Sword looks like this, why does it feel like an ordinary iron sword!" Qin Xiaoyu said.

"Excalibur is just self-defiled!"

Song Yan smiled, and poured a stream of true energy into the sword, and there was a buzzing sound, and at the same time, a cold sword intent emerged from the sword, covering the entire box.

For a moment, Zhong Yi and Tie Mo's expression changed, and they felt that their whole bodies were in a state of stiffness.

"Good sword!"

Song Yan couldn't help praising, and then withdrew his true energy. This sword really suits his wishes. If he uses this sword to activate the Potian Sword Art, at least half of his true energy can be saved, and the power will be doubled.

Li Tianluo left, but before leaving, he told Song Yan the name of a teahouse via sound transmission.

The next few lots were extraordinary, but Song Yan was not interested.

An hour later.

After the auction ended, Song Yan left Zilan Pavilion with Qin Xiaoyutianlao and others.

"You all go back first, I still have something to do!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Yan directly cast the technique of great teleportation and disappeared in place.

The two distracted guards quickly released their consciousness in the later stage, but found that there was no trace of Song Yan at all.

In a certain alley, Song Yan, who had changed his appearance and changed his attire, walked out, and then came to a relatively quiet small tea room.

The small tea room was very quiet, without a single customer, only the shopkeeper was dozing off on the counter.

"Sorry son, we are closed today!"

"I'm invited!" Song Yan said.

The eyes of the middle-aged shopkeeper flashed brightly, and then said: "Young master, follow the younger ones!"

Under the leadership of the shopkeeper, Song Yan came to the backyard and found that Li Tianluo was standing in front of a pool with his back turned to him.

The shopkeeper had already retreated quietly, and Song Yan came to Li Tianluo's back with a sway, reached out and hugged her from behind, and said softly: "Miss me?"