Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1969: 813, betting all possessions, White Tiger Battle Saber_3

Chapter 1969: 813, betting all possessions, White Tiger Battle Saber_3

“Hehe, actually, the item inside this object may very well be worth this price, but alas, time wears everything down, who can resist it?” Guo Jintang shook his head and heaved a sigh.

As a blacksmith, seeing a treasure from ancient times would indeed be a fortunate occasion.

However, this item is doomed to collapse the moment it’s appraised.

Without much value.

The other masters some remained silent, some spoke up, but the general sentiment was that Lu Zixu was going to lose his entire investment this time.

Not a single master was optimistic.

“This guy, he can’t still be on a lucky streak, right?” Sun Meng frowned and muttered to himself.

“This time it’s different from before, this situation is hopeless,” the Black Robe senior brother shook his head.

Hopeless.

In the other pavilions, various speculations arose, but in the end, no one offered a price over eight billion.

Only a madman would gamble like that.

“This youth, it seems he’s really not a good match,” said the upright young man in the Shangguan Family pavilion in a low voice.

Shangguan Yuqin turned her head.

At this moment, after Han Muye whispered a few words to Lu Zixu’s ear, Lu Zixu already walked down from the pavilion with a nervous expression.

Ariving on the stage, he bowed to the group of masters, then bowed again to Lu Dongju.

The eight billion were paid out.

That was almost all the origin coins Lu Zixu had left.

To buy other treasures from now on, he would have to exchange other treasures for it.

Lu Dongju gave Lu Zixu a smile, then raised his hand, signaling Lu Zixu to come forward and appraise the treasure.

Lu Zixu walked to the front of the stage, circling the broad-bladed sword-looking item a few times.

“Burned by the Infinite Sky Fire yet in the form of a broad-bladed sword, such conflicts were not common in ancient times,” Lu Zixu murmured to himself as he placed his hand on the sword.

His words made the surrounding masters and many in the pavilions reveal a spiritual light in their eyes.

This Lu Zixu fellow, it appears he is not the erratic gambler type?

At least he knows of the Infinite Sky Fire and the ancient battles.

“The Heavenly Transformation Fire of the Infinite Universe, a pity that it was lost in ancient times, otherwise, it would certainly shine brightly in this era,” expressed Feng Chang, a core elder of the Armament Alliance, with a look of regret.

Such premier divine flames, if they had an inheritance, indeed represented precious a.s.sets for blacksmiths.

“That battle caused the collapse of dozens of worlds, our Galaxy Universe lost several Universe-level Great Venerables, one of whom wielded a long saber,” Lu Zixu’s palm pressed on the handle of the saber-like item, “the White Tiger Battle Saber, a Universe-level divine weapon.”

Universe-level soldiers!

One worth several hundred billion origin coins.

But such Universe-level soldiers cannot possibly be traded for with origin coins.

Yet everyone knew that Universe-level soldiers, in terms of value, far exceeds the price that Lu Zixu offered by ten times, twenty times even.

“He’s gambling that this treasure is the White Tiger Battle Saber.”

“So crazy, if he offered a lower price, no one else would’ve bid against him anyway.”

“A low offer, if it truly is such a treasure, would be an insult to the treasure.”

Various voices intermingled around him, Lu Zixu took hold of the handle but did not proceed to appraise the treasure; instead, he looked up towards the balcony of the Shangguan Family.

“Miss Yuqin, would you lend me some spiritual materials? After I open this treasure, I’ll repay you double,” he said.

Borrow spiritual materials?

What did he mean?

Shangguan Yuqin’s face was cold as she asked in a deep voice, “How much do you want?”

Lu Zixu laughed lightly, “I’ll need spiritual materials worth thirty billion, the higher the grade the better.”

Thirty billion.

Shangguan Yuqin looked extremely displeased.

“Give it to him.”

At this moment, the usually silent Shangguan Hong suddenly spoke up.

In the Shangguan Family pavilion, everyone was stunned.

Shangguan Yuqin hesitated for a moment, then lifted a jade box and threw it directly over.

Catching the jade box, Lu Zixu laughed heartily, “Miss Yuqin, rest a.s.sured, if I lose the gamble, I’ll give you my underwear to repay the debt.”

He waved his hand and spiritual materials worth at least fifty billion flew out, then they were compressed within an illusory s.p.a.ce.

Together with Shangguan Yuqin’s thirty billion in spiritual materials, they were all invested into it.

Then Lu Zixu raised his hand and threw the broad-bladed sword item into the mix.

This was a lavish bet nearing a hundred billion!

If he lost, Lu Zixu would truly have to give up his underwear to repay the debt.

“Boom”

As the broad-bladed sword fell into the illusory s.p.a.ce, a thunderous sound echoed, and then countless spiritual materials shattered, their energy enshrouding it.

At this moment, all the masters on the stage stood up.

Everyone in the pavilions watched the illusory s.p.a.ce without blinking an eye.

Within the illusory s.p.a.ce, a white tiger phantom slowly emerged.