THE LIGHTNING EMPEROR

Mystery woman

"Five sheets of Magic Ling Spell Paper at once!"

"This is indeed a lot, Class 2 and 3 at the auction simultaneously."

The people present started to talk about the Ling Magic Spell Paper that Chang Wuo Xi was going to auction, of course, all of them started to be tempted and could not wait to find out the opening price immediately.

"Alright everyone, the opening price for this Ling Magic Spell Paper I opened is 5 Ziyuan!" chang Wuo Xi said.

"6 Ziyuan..!"

"7 Ziyuan, please,"

"8."

Now people began scrambling to raise the price of the Ling Magic Spell Paper, while Hun Lang and his Clans continued to monitor how much it would sell.

"15 Ziyuan."

"Hi, just succumb to our White Lion group, what does the flying Blade group want the Spell Paper for, you don't need Magic Spell Paper?" said one middle-aged man.

"Who said we don't need it? 16 Ziyuan."

Now the seats of the groups began to heat up as they were unwilling to release the Ling Magic Spell Paper that had already reached 16 Ziyuan.

The price went up further making Fang Xian and the others nod in satisfaction, moreover the number had already reached 20 Ziyuan.

"A real fool! It is possible that they continue to raise the price of such useless lowly Paper" Hun Lang grumbled.

Whether he was annoyed or envious, the obvious Five Paper Magic Spells Ling Class 2 and 3 should not be that expensive, either, for a piece of Magic Qi Spell Paper alone the price was the highest for a grade 3 only 2 Ziyuan, and a Grade 3 Magic Ling Spell Paper was the highest 4 Ziyuan, respectively, so for the 1st class for 2 Ziyuan and 3rd class Ziyuan.

If a Cla.s.s 2 Three-sheet meant 6 Ziyuan, plus two Cla.s.s 3 cost 8 Ziyuan, so a total of Five Ling Magic Spells should be 14 Ziyuan, and now it had already reached 20 Ziyuan, wasn't this Fang Xian would gain a profit of up to 6 Ziyuan, especially if it continued to rise.

"25 Ziyuan, how are you still willing to chase after me?" ask the White Lion group.

The Flying Knife group could only open their mouths without a single word uttered, this time he really could not catch up to the price released by the White Lion group.

"Will anyone else bid higher than the White Lion?" ask Chang Wuo Xi.

All of them only shook their heads, while the Flying Knife group allowed Chang Wuo Xi to announce that the White Lion was the one who got it.

"25 Ziyuan, this is really crazy!" Hun Lang unceasingly grumbled as he astonished the grip of his chair tightly, he looked at Fang Xian and his family who looked satisfied with the outcome of his last price.

"Just wait after this, my Magic Spell Paper will not lose its price to your paper!" said Hun Lang.

"Well next the third item, it still revolves around Paper as well, if that one was the Fang Clan's Magic Spell Paper, this time it belonged to the Hun Clan, too, here comes the Class 3 Ling Magic Spell Paper," Chang Wuo Xi said as well as taking out the seven Grade 3 Ling Magic Spell Paper.

Everyone looked back at the seven Papers in Chang Wuo Xi's hands, moreover there were seven sheets.

"This time we will open a price of 26 Ziyuan!" chang Wuo Xi said.

Actually the exact price of the whole was 28 Ziyuan, but since this was an auction whose price could rise in a short period of time, Chang Wuo Xi also started to play the price.

"27 Ziyuan's.'

"28 Ziyuan."

Just like before that Cla.s.s 3 Ling Magic Spell Paper also started to be contested again.

Fang Xian did not feel envious or hot ears at all, how high would Hun Lang's Spell Paper price, he thought it was natural, after all, because the Class 3 Magic Ling Spell Paper does have a fairly high price.

The price of the Hun Clan's Magic Spell Paper had now reached Ziyuan's 33 price and the bidding was still continuing.

"36 Ziyuan!"

Everyone immediately turned their heads towards one of the rooms that had been silent from the beginning, even Hun Lang had a big smile hearing a voice that bid a price quite high in the special guest room.

"Finally the representatives of the Ghost Valley Group bid as well!" muttered Hun Lang.

Not a single person dared to make a sound after the voice from the representative room of the Ghost Valley Group raised the price, all of them knew no one was willing to compete with a large group like them.

"Is anyone else willing to bid again? Otherwise this Cla.s.s 3 Ling Magic Spell Paper would have fallen into the hands of the Ghost Valley Group!" chang Wuo Xi said.

"Haha.. Thank you so much for buying our stuff Mr Xi Zian!" hun Lang said as he glanced at Fang Xian with a slight sneer.

The figure named Xi Zian just flicked his hand in response to Hun Lang's remark then he leaned back while staring at the seven newly purchased Magic Spell Paper.

Xi Zian was one of the leaders of the Ghost Valley group who had higher abilities than Lao Xie, only he was just the same Representative chairman as Lao Xie.

"Well for the next item, this is the last Magic Spell Paper that we will be auctioning, after which the auction item will be changed to an item that will be much more interesting," chang Wuo Xi said.

Hun Lang frowned hearing Chang Wuo Xi saying that there was still a Magic Spell Paper to be auctioned, and that Magic Spell Paper was the last one.

"Who else's Magic Spell Paper? Couldn't this belong to the Fang Clan? There was no way the Fang Clan even Fang Xian was able to create a Magic Spell Paper higher than a Cla.s.s 3 Ling Magic Spell Paper!" muttered Hun Lang.

"Girls, prepare your bids for the 1st class Zhi Magic Spell Paper of the Fang Clan!" chang Wuo Xi said as he took out a piece of paper from within his Earth storage ring.

Hun Lang immediately jumped up from his seat in shock upon learning that the latter Magic Spell Paper really belonged to the Fang Clan, unmitigated even it was a grade-1 Zhi Magic Spell Paper.

Xi Zian's eyes also glared at the paper which had a thin red aura enveloping the Spell Paper.

Each Spell Paper did have an aura, just like the Magic Qi Spell Paper which emitted a green-colored aura, the Ling Magic Spell Paper emitted a blue aura, and the Zhi Magic Spell Paper emitted a red aura, the Magic Dao Spell Paper is unknown as no one has ever had it.

The aura of Paper will be thicker along with its class, therefore any Paper that has a higher level will be hunted by Cultivators throughout the Continent.

"The opening price of the 1st class Zhi Magic Spell Kerta opened with the Price of 10 Ziyuan!" chang Wuo Xi said.

"15 Ziyuan."

"17 Ziyuan."

"20 Ziyuan."

"25 Ziyuan."

Within a short period of time the bidding that was being pursued had already risen drastically, this time the special guest room had also started scrambling except for the Hun Clan and the representatives of the Peach Tree Mountain Sect, this time around, the two of them just quietly grasped the handle of their respective chairs.

On the other hand Fang Xian was similarly shocked, he had not expected that the newly created Magic Spell Paper he had actually managed to create would actually have such a high price at the auction, either, especially now that the price had started to reach 37 Ziyuan.

"41 Ziyuan," Mu Yuan's voice sounded from the guest room.

"45 Ziyuan," the Qin Clan also did not want to lose.

"50 Ziyuan."

Xi Zian's voice again sounded making Hun Lang's face become fickle hearing him and his ears became red.

Everyone stared at the room of the Ghost Valley group, while the small Factions could only stare at the sound of each other's voices in the special room of the main guest.

No one dared to join the fight against the offers of the great Clans, all of whom could only be spectators and listeners.

The situation was silent for a while after the Ghost Valley group pegged the price of 50 Ziyuan.

Everyone thought it must be the Ghost Valley that would obtain it, and just as Chang Wuo Xi wanted to make a sound, suddenly a delicate and gentle female voice was heard raising the price.

"60 Ziyuan! Sorry if junior has dared to raise the price, junior reckon junior needs this Zhi Magic Spell Paper!" said the figure of the woman sitting in the back seat of the ordinary.

Xi Zian turned his head towards the figure of the mysterious woman wearing clean white clothes, long black hair, and from the figure of her body it was seen if the woman was around 30 years old, he said, it was just that there was a white aura emanated by the woman, and for her strength could not be felt except for Feng Huang who felt how much power the woman had, it was just that she was silent.

"Sorry lady, if you may know who this lady is, and why did Miss snatch the item from the hands of our Ghost Valley?" ask Xi Zian.

"Junior is just an ordinary guest, and junior also doesn't dare to offend the Ghost Valley if it really doesn't need this Spell Paper!" answer the mysterious woman.

"Sorry Miss, our Ghost Valley cannot let go, this Magic Spell Paper must belong to our Ghost Valley! 65 Ziyuan," said Xi Zian.

Hun Lang really wanted to vomit blood hearing the price raised by Xi Zian, he could only clench his teeth and refrain from cursing at Fang Xian.

"Haihi.. Alright, then 70 Ziyuan!" said the woman.

All could only look at the two figures in turn, the increasingly high price fight and the heat began to make everyone tense and wait for who would be the winner.

Fang An himself also stared at Xi Zian and the mysterious woman in turn, and occasionally held Fang Xian's cloth as the room trembled slightly.