He uses a sword, not a saber; moreover, he wouldn't take a second glance at a saber of this level.
"Ninety low-grade Spirit Stones."
"Damn it, one hundred and fifty low-grade Spirit Stones, I'd like to see who dares to outbid me!"
After the last burly man with a face full of meat bid one hundred and fifty low-grade Spirit Stones, no one else made an offer.
Thus, the saber was won by the burly man.
Lin Feng watched and shook his head secretly, sighing at how much money an auction could make.
A level two middle-grade weapon, even if it were the very best of level two middle-grade weapons, would be worth at most one hundred low-grade Spirit Stones, not one hundred and fifty.
Next, the auction continued.
The second auction item was brought up, which was a sheepskin parchment the size of a palm.
