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"This black sword doesn't look big, so why is it so heavy?"
"The auctioneer said it before, it's a hundred and eighty thousand catties. You thought it was a joke."
"Just standing still can make a body-refining monk lose his limbs. If this nameless black sword can be used against the enemy, its power will definitely be extraordinary."
"You still want to fight against the enemy? I'm afraid this black sword will crush you into a pulp before you even lift it up. You still want to use it against the enemy. How naive."
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¡°Looking at the muscle body cultivator on the stage who broke his arm due to excessive force, several body cultivators in the audience who were about to move immediately calmed down and sat quietly in their seats.
The entire body cultivation circle is so big, even if there are masks to cover up the aura, everyone can guess who is who just by looking at their body shape.
The broken muscle body cultivator on the stage at this time, whose original name was Burdock, is on the path of body cultivation that stimulates blood vessels.
But since he killed the fifth-level Qing Guniu with one punch, others called him Qing Guniu.
Although this nickname is a bit weird, the fifth-level Qinggun Niu is equivalent to an intermediate-level foundation-building monk, so Niu Geng is still very satisfied with his nickname. He is also somewhat famous in the entire Deacon Fengfang City.
But he, the so-called giant monster in the eyes of others, could not even move the nameless black sword. This made the remaining body cultivators feel awe-inspiring and they immediately did not dare to go on stage to show their shame.
"Haha, the so-called Qing Guniu is just a false name. I can't even move this black sword. Let me show you what real physical cultivation is."
Just when several physical cultivators were retreating, a sneer rang out at the auction. The young Marquis who was sitting behind Zhao Dabao stood up and walked towards the auction stage.
After seeing the young marquis come on stage, many monks who were originally silent became lively again.
"It is said that this little prince is half human blood and half demon ape blood. When he was just born, he was able to withstand a giant object weighing 500 kilograms."
"No, I heard that he once had a conflict with a high-level foundation-building monk and broke the opponent's high-level magic weapon with one punch. It was really scary."
"What you know is nothing. Let me tell you, the young Marquis was so powerful that he once carried a fifty-ton Lingxiang elephant and flew away with his bare hands. How powerful can a person be? To that extent.¡±
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Listening to the discussions among the monks around him, Zhao Dabao took a second look at the so-called Little Marquis. Twenty tons is 40,000 kilograms. He could carry twenty tons of things with his bare hands. With all his strength, he lifted Wuming. It should be possible to barely lift the black sword, but if you insist on ten breaths, it may be a little difficult.
At this time, the young Marquis had already arrived on the auction stage. He roared angrily, and his originally lean body suddenly swelled, and even long black hair grew out, as if he was experiencing an atavism.
However, this state was also a huge load for the young Marquis. He clenched his teeth and walked step by step to the side of the black sword. Immediately, as if he was holding up Mount Tai, he stretched out his hands and put the frame on the platform. The black sword on his head was slowly raised.
"Okay, well done, little Marquis."
"Being able to lift the nameless black sword, the young prince is considered the number one body refiner in my Qianling Sect."
"Today I have opened my eyes. The young Marquis is so powerful, I'm afraid it's possible to form a pill."
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Looking at the young marquis on the stage raising the nameless black sword, loud cheers sounded from below the auction table, and some monks even stood up excitedly.
Zhao Dabao's face was calm. His consciousness was sharp and he could detect that in just two breaths, the little Marquis had reached the limit and was now just struggling to hold on.
Three breaths!
Four breaths!
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At the fifth breath, the young Marquis's face had turned purple. Even though he was atavistic and his strength doubled, the one hundred thousand kilograms of things were still too heavy. The click could be heard in the auction house. There was a scratching sound.
This is the movement that occurred when the little Marquis¡¯ muscles were torn and the bones cracked.
"Hey haboom!"
At the sixth breath, the young Marquis finally couldn't hold on any longer. He slammed the nameless black sword in his hand onto the stand, and immediately the black hair on his body began to dissipate rapidly.
This atavistic state is the power to stimulate the blood in the body, but the conditions for use are very strict, and there will be some symptoms after useWith his arm, he grabbed the nameless black sword.
"Haha, is this guy really trying to make me laugh to death? Is he so arrogant that he lifts his sword with one hand?"
"I'm afraid that my cultivation has gone too far and my brain has been burned out. I'm afraid I'm not a fool if I dare to lift the sword with one hand."
"If you dare to play this trick at the auction, when he steps down, you will understand why the flowers are so red."
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Seeing Zhao Dabao holding the sword with one hand, the sound of laughter rang out again from the auction stage. Some monks were already betting on how Zhao Dabao would be retaliated by the auction house.
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At this moment, a slight voice rang out, and the monks in the audience widened their eyes at the same time.
The nameless black sword, which was originally as heavy as a ton, showed signs of being lifted in Zhao Dabao's hands.
"No way, am I dreaming if I can lift the nameless black sword with one hand?"
The chubby monk pinched his thigh hard, wailing in severe pain, but soon, his mouth opened wide, but no sound came out.
Not only him, the originally noisy auction also suddenly became quiet at this time.
I saw on the stage that the nameless black sword weighing one hundred and eight thousand kilograms was being slowly lifted by Zhao Dabao to the top of his head! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com