Cultivator: Fighting God

Chapter 33
"Lianxiang, come in!"

Outside the door, Xiaojia Biyu's concubine came in and asked, "Master, what's the matter?"

"Help me fetch a piece of cloth!"

"Yes!"

Not long after, Lianxiang left and returned, Ye Yang took the cloth, wrapped the newly refined sword heavily, held it in his hand, greeted the housekeeper and went out.

……

Qinglei Auction House, one of the two largest auction houses in Liangcheng, was crowded with people, a group of rich children and strong men gathered together.

The things that Qinglei Auction House auctions are nothing more than -

woman.

weapons.

Chapter 9 Open Flame Sword
Qinglei Auction House is full of guests.

The nobles in brocade and jade clothes sat below and commented on the stage.

On the high platform, seven women in thin clothes stood in a row. Everyone's face was ashen, and there was no hope in their eyes. Some of them were pretty good looking.

The auctioneer appeared, rang the bell and nodded, "These seven Xiongnu women have a base price of 7 taels of silver each, and you can buy them back to be maids and concubines, and do whatever you want!"

There was a hint of threat on his face, which was self-evident.

All the people in the audience began to bid, and there were not a few of them who wanted to enjoy the charm of foreign women.

……

"rustle……"

Slight footsteps came from behind, and it was Ye Yang who was holding a new sword in his hand. He glanced at the women on the stage, frowned, but didn't make a sound. Although he couldn't see it, so what, In this day and age, this is the way of the world.

"Yo, you're the young master of the Ye family, what can you do?"

A fat man greeted him. This man was one of the five directors of Qinglei Auction House, and he held a lot of power in his hands.

Holding the long sword in his hands, Ye Yang said, "Where is the appraiser? I want to appraise and auction this weapon..."

"Oh? Master Ye Beichi has forged a weapon again?"

Ye Yang didn't answer, and the fat man wisely didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and called an appraiser, and shouted: "It's a good idea, I can't let the young master of the Ye family suffer!"

The appraiser carefully observed the sharpness of the iron sword, then pressed one hand and two fingers on the edge of the sword, let out a soft drink, and the Vulcan power contained in the iron sword immediately rebounded!

"puff!"

A trace of flame flew out of the blade, and the appraiser couldn't help laughing: "That's right, it's a good sword, and its quality is——Rank Nine!"

"Oh? A ninth-grade weapon?"

The fat supervisor laughed: "Not bad, this kind of weapon is already a sharp weapon for the generals to charge into the battle. Recently, the empire has been buying high-quality weapons. This weapon should also sell for a good price."

As he said that, the fat supervisor held the weapon and came to Ye Yang, and said with a smile: "Master Ye Yang, does this sword already have a name?"

Ye Yang was at a loss, shook his head and said, "Do you need a name?"

"Of course, every grade of weapon should have a unique name, this is your weapon, please name it!"

Ye Yang pondered and said, "Let's call it 'Minghuo'!"

(End of this chapter)