405: C405 Selling spirit weapon

C405 Selling spirit weapon

"How long before the auction?"1

Under the urging of the medicine, Long Bufan's voice became a bit louder, and it sounded even more like a middle-aged man's voice. Adding the fact that Long Bufan's body was tall and straight, it was impossible to tell that he was a young man.

"There are five hours left, which is to say two o'clock in the afternoon." waitress curiously sized up the mysterious Long Bufan, and asked again with a smile: "Esteemed customer, do you want to auction or sell items?"

"Selling items, then preparing for the afternoon auction." Long Bufan said indifferently.

"Alright, then please come this way." The woman nodded and walked out of the counter, leading the way.

As he leisurely walked behind him, Long Bufan's eyes started to become dishonest. Staring at the round arm of the female uniformed officer, he couldn't help but praise in his heart: "En, not bad.

Following that, with the waitress's guidance, Long Bufan entered the second room.

He looked up and saw a sign hanging on the door. It had the words "Treasure Appraisal Room" written in gold.

The so-called appraisal treasure was to determine whether or not the items being auctioned were genuine goods. The grade of the treasure could be used as the base price and the amount of profits one could draw from it.

Pushing the door open and entering, the furnishings inside the room did not seem to be much, it seemed to be a little spacious. Long Bufan only saw a middle-aged man with short hair sitting on a chair beside the table, looking at a rare metal ore, bored and bored.

He was an appraiser of the auction house and had a sharp eye. Anything fake could be identified with a single glance.

After hearing the door open, the middle-aged man let go of the work he was doing. Under the introduction of the waitress, he looked at Long Bufan who was wrapped in a black robe and did not hesitate at all.

However, he didn't understand why this person was so mysterious.

"Sir, may I know what item you wish to sell?" The middle-aged man asked with a smile.

Long Bufan didn't waste any time on words, and with a wave of his palm, a demonic purple brilliance suddenly blossomed from the center of his palm.

This was a Heavenly Ranked Spirit Treasure, a Purple Flame Blade Disk, that Long Bufan snatched from the Yin Yang Sect disciples in the secret realm.

Under the urging of his Origin Energy, the Purple Flame Blade Disk in Long Bufan's palm started to spin frantically. A circle of purple light started to spin faster and faster, and it started to emit extremely sharp and powerful Essence fluctuations.

"This is the Heaven Grade spirit artifact!"

The man's eyes immediately widened as he cried out in shock.

Under the guidance of Long Bufan's consciousness, the Purple Flame Blade Disk floated up from the palm of his hand and slowly floated to the front of the middle aged man.

The middle-aged man suppressed the agitation in his heart and carefully accepted it, carefully inspecting it. After a while, he raised his head in shock, looked at Long Bufan, and said in disbelief: "This is a Purple Flame Blade Disk!"

"Not bad, you have good eyes."

Long Bufan smiled and nodded. Although the Purple Flame Blade Disk was only as big as a palm, and it had been injured by his own Five-Colored Fire Phoenix Spear during the battle in the Secret Realm, it was still enough to stir up an uproar from this appraiser.

After all, Heaven Grade spirit artifact s were only second to Holy-ranked treasures, and were considered phoenix-kind in the Grade Three Sect's armory. Thus, most warriors would not be willing to sell such precious treasures, so it could be seen just how valuable they were.

However, this kind of priceless Heavenly Soul Treasure, in Long Bufan's eyes, was but a useless existence. He could not use it, and could only abandon it.

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