Text Chapter 159 Wanbao Tower’s Request

"Appeared!" Lin Feng narrowed his eyes in Private Room No. 5. ..

"Don't worry, Mr. Feng, this thing must belong to us!" The sword-marked boy clenched his fist and said.

Outside, everyone was talking a lot, and their words were full of excitement.

On the auction stage, the old man in white robe pressed his hands to silence the entire venue.

"Everyone, this news comes from a map. Whoever takes a picture of this map can get this news."

"Another thing I want to tell you is that this map is a broken map."

The old man in white robe said in a deep voice: "Actually, he doesn't have much confidence in his heart. After all, nothing can be inferred from a broken picture."

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

Ordinary warriors in the hall were talking to each other in a noisy manner.

"An ancient map with a base price of 300,000 spirit stones. The auction begins now!"

These warriors booed. In their opinion, no one would buy such a thing.

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

"Three hundred and fifty thousand!"

A voice sounded, like thunder, in everyone's ears.

"What? Someone really bids!"

Those warriors were stunned in place. Could it be that there was really a record on that map?

Lin Xuan also turned around suddenly and looked at Private Room No. 5 on the second floor.

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

"Did he come here specifically for this map?" Lin Xuan was confused.

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

Everyone was excited. Although they couldn't afford it, they could watch the fun!

Sure enough, after these two people took action, some more people made bids.

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

Lin Xuan shook his head, 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 a spiritual treasure is too great, enough to make anyone crazy.

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

A Xuan-level intermediate treasure can also make people's hearts flutter!

In the private room No. 5, the sword-marked boy stared at Lin Xuan's figure with an evil smile on his lips.

"You can't run away. No one can take away what I like!"

Lin Xuan felt all those hidden glances.

He sneered in his heart and walked quickly backstage.

His current strength can compete with the warriors at the third level of the spiritual sea. If he has the Autumn Mark Sword, he can still fight against the warriors at the fourth level of the spiritual sea.

In addition, he also has bronze gauntlets and yellowed talismans, both of which are enough to kill warriors from the fifth level of the spiritual sea.

However, he would not use it unless absolutely necessary.

This kind of thing was damaged after just one use. There were already cracks on the bronze gauntlet, which made him heartbroken.

Arriving backstage, Lin Xuan handed over the spirit stone and got the Autumn Mark Sword.

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

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

However, he will naturally not let go of anything that can make the wine master's heart flutter.

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

Can. The Wanbaolou warrior in charge 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.

Lin Xuan nodded and prepared to leave.

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

Lin Xuan stopped, his eyes a little more cautious.

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 old man in red robe appeared with a smile on his face.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to ask for a scabbard, I just want to have a talk with you!"

"Okay, what are we talking about?" Lin Xuan's heart moved.

He needed a powerful force to intimidate the mysterious green-haired man, and it would undoubtedly be great if he could get closer to Wanbao Tower.

"My friend, please come this way." Hongpao said with a smile.

Lin Xuan followed him and walked into an antique room.

"I wonder if I can take off my black robe, little friend?" the old man in red robe said, "I represent Wanbao Tower and I have something to discuss with you. I have absolutely no ill intentions."

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

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

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

This is clearly a young man!

"I wonder why senior is looking for this boy?" Lin Xuan asked politely.

"Haha, heroes come from young!" the old man in red robe said, wiping his beard, "I would like to ask if my little friend is an inscription master?"

After saying that, he looked at Lin Xuan expectantly.

"Yes." Lin Xuan nodded, and the old man's gaze made him feel a little scared.

"Then do you know about the Inscription Tower?"

Lin Xuan shook his head: "I have been practicing in the mountains with my master, and I only recently came out to travel around the world."

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

"Oh? Don't you know who the other master is?" the old man in red robe asked subconsciously.

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

"I wonder what senior wants to see me for?" 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.

At that moment, he slowly said: "If possible, I would like to invite you to participate in a competition in the name of Wanbao Tower."

"The Inscription Tower is said to have been left by Master Inscription, and is located on the border between the Xia Kingdom and the Shadow Kingdom."

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

"But due to its geographical location, it cannot be occupied by any one country alone."

"So every three years, the Xia Kingdom and the Shadow Kingdom will compete to determine which side will enter."

"Our Xia Kingdom has been defeated twice in a row. We cannot lose again this time!"

There was a trace of anger and helplessness on the face of the old man in red robe.

"If it's a competition, you shouldn't ask me, right?" Lin Xuan wondered, "Aren't the masters on the Hidden Dragon List better!"

"My little friend, I don't know. Although it is a competition, the participants must be inscription masters."

"Although there are many geniuses on the Hidden Dragon List, there are not many inscription masters."

"And my little friend's soul power is the strongest I have ever seen, far exceeding that of his peers."

Lin Xuan knew in his heart that his soul power was indeed much stronger than that of ordinary first-grade inscription masters, let alone his peers.

"Don't worry, as long as you take action, the benefits will be yours!" The old man in red robe said hurriedly when he saw Lin Xuan was silent.

Inside the body, the wine master said: "Xiao Xuanzi, if that 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 wonder when this competition will start? I don't want to miss the grand event of Asking the Snow Sect."

"Don't worry, little friend, this competition will take place after the Snow Asking Sect Conference."

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

The old man in red robe was stunned, and his face suddenly darkened.

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

The spiritual sea in Lin Xuan's body vibrated, making a roaring sound, and at the same time, his soul power spread out to resist the pressure.

His expression remained unchanged, and he slowly stretched out his hand and moved it in mid-air.

A simple inscription appeared in mid-air, emitting a strange light.

"This is this?" The old man in red robe had his pupils narrowed and looked shocked.