Wild boar

Chapter 200 Vajra Pestle

Xingkong Dan was finally delivered with [-] spiritual stones.

In a stone pavilion.

The handsome young man in white, Shang Mingzhe, was also filled with astonishment.

Everyone knows that merchants traveling in the desert are poor, but it seems that this is all a rumor.

In Shang Mingzhe's opinion, if this elixir is only worth ten thousand spiritual stones at most in Yongzhou, it might be worth twenty thousand spiritual stones in a barren land like Chizhou that does not produce spiritual grass. However, he did not expect that it would be worth five times the premium. , really unexpected.

"Fellow Taoists, the items that our sand gang has auctioned on our behalf have been auctioned off. Now is the theme of today's auction, the cave treasure of the desert barbarian monk."

"Who are the desert barbarians? Wang will not go into details. This barbarian cave is actually at our feet. We discovered the barbarian cave here three years ago. At that time, the wind direction of the desert had changed, and the ancient city of Chisha It is about to be buried again, so I have no choice but to seal the cave again and leave with regrets..."

"Three years later, the wild sands of the desert rose again, the ancient Chisha City appeared again, and the Man Monk's Cave finally appeared again..."

"During the three years, 13 people and I discussed the treasure left behind by the barbarian monk many times, and finally decided to distribute it through an anonymous auction..."

"Fellow Taoists, the treasure left by the barbarian monk is no small matter. To be honest, our desert gang is just a group of casual cultivators gathered together. How could He De possess such an important treasure..."

"However, wandering cultivators also have the advantages of wandering. They are anonymous and will not attract anyone's attention. If they disperse into the sea of ​​people, high-level cultivators can only do nothing even if they have great magical powers..."

"Fellow Taoists, today you only need to buy treasures, and then leave quietly, hiding your name, practicing in silence, and when you reappear again, you will be a top powerhouse..." Wang Bohan said in a tone full of wisdom. .

"Fellow Taoists, seeing it is better than hearing it a hundred times. Now I will open the treasure left by the barbarian monk!" Wang Bohan first said with clasped fists.

"drink!"

With Wang Bohan's low shout.

The thick sand and dust gathered in his palms, and Wang Bohan thrust hard towards the ground.

Bang!
He opened a large hole in the bluestone floor beneath his feet. Sunlight streamed in through the hole, revealing that there was indeed a secret room under the ground.

in the secret room.

The furnishings are extremely simple.

There seem to be only three things…

A hooded corpse sitting cross-legged with a withered manuscript, a large iron awl stuck in the soil, and a painting hanging on the wall.

Wang Bohan waved his hand and performed the object-controlling technique in front of everyone. The soil on the ground trembled slightly, but the big iron awl embedded in the soil remained motionless.

As Wang Bohan continued to cast spells, the thick dust on the big iron cone began to fall off, and a golden magic weapon appeared in front of everyone.

The magic weapon Vajra is used to subjugate the demonic pestle.

Wang Bohan jumped into the pit, bent down and held the handle of the vajra with both hands.

"drink!"

Wang Bohan shouted loudly and his face turned red.

Wang Bohan pulled the vajra out of the soft soil inch by inch.

After pulling it out.

Clang.

Wang Bohan seemed to have exhausted all his strength and threw the vajra on the ground.

The clanking sound of a heavy object crushing the ground is enough for one to deduce the heaviness of the object.

Only then did everyone see the true face of this thing.

The handle is a statue of Buddha with angry faces on all sides, the handle is a glazed Vajra, and the end is a black awl made of black iron as black as ink.

The shape is crude, brutal and brutal, but also carries a mystery unique to the Buddhist country in the Western Regions.

Wang Bohan patted the storage bag and took out a stone box.The stone box grew in the wind, and soon reached the height of half a person.

Wang Bohan spent a lot of effort to put the Vajra into the wind stone box, activated the formation on the stone box, and finally he was able to lift the extremely heavy Vajra easily and freely.

"Fellow Taoists, this vajra is the natal magic weapon of the desert barbarian monk. The material for refining this vajra comes from the essence of hardware. The materials used are extremely precious. Taoists who are good at refining weapons can buy this thing. If you smelt this thing, you will be able to create an earth-shattering magical weapon..."

"This vajra is extremely heavy and cannot be refined. It may be inconvenient for you to carry it. During the past three years, the master of the tool-finding and refining process used the desert wind rose stone as the material to create this stone box specifically for storing this object. It is just The cost of making the stone box magic weapon is as high as three thousand spirit stones..."

"The desert barbarian monk's natal magic weapon, plus the stone box containing the magic weapon. The base price is five thousand spiritual stones. The bidding starts now!" Wang Bohan said loudly.

However, what responded to him was deathly silence.

The natal magic weapon cannot be refined again and can only be remade. This is an iron law in the world of immortality.

Therefore, the natal magic weapon has never been worth much spiritual stones, let alone such a heavy iron lump.

"Fellow Taoists, excluding the stone box magic weapon, the natal magic weapon of the desert barbarian monk who has cultivated in the late Golden Core realm is only sold for two thousand spiritual stones. Are you still not tempted by this price?" Wang Bohan asked loudly.

No one bids for a long time.

Wang Bohan began to count down.

At this time, a hoarse female voice sounded.

"I want five thousand spiritual stones." Bai Yunting pinched her throat deliberately and said.

"Five thousand one hundred spirit stones." Shang Mingzhe said the price without any hesitation.

Bai Yunting raised her eyes and looked at Shiting from where the voice came.

The Desert Barbarian Monk's magic weapon, the Vajra, is worthless to casual cultivators. It is just a piece of iron. But to the family, it is of great value. If it is given to the family's weapon refining hall, a few high-grade flying sword magic weapons are It can be refined.

Bai Yunting's eyes closed slightly.

There was no doubt that the person he was fighting against was a family monk.

Combined with the time it takes to hang the bamboo curtain.

Bai Yunting already had a rough guess, so she directly revealed a psychological price.

"Seven thousand."

"Seven thousand one hundred spiritual stones." Shang Mingzhe said calmly and raised the price.

Bai Yunting stopped following the price. Seven thousand spirit stones were enough to buy two or three high-grade flying swords.

The desert barbarian monk's first relic was finally delivered at a low price of [-] spiritual stones.

Wang Bohan raised his hand.

A painting hanging on the wall in the pit flew into his hands.

"Fellow Taoists, please look at this painting." Wang Bohan showed the painting using the art of controlling objects. The painting circled in mid-air in front of everyone's grotto.

This is a half-destroyed painting...

The scroll of yellow sand on the painting seems to be a painting of the desert and yellow sand, but the upper part of the painting was burnt a little dark, and you can even faintly see the holes, but the fire did not directly burn through the canvas. No matter how you look at this They are all worthless paintings..."

"Fellow Taoists, this painting has been hanging in a secret room for 300 years. This secret room is at the bottom of a step well. The air in the secret room is humid. It is impossible for an ordinary painting to be hung for 300 years. The material of the canvas must be good... …”

"I can guarantee that this painting is definitely not a weapon, but the canvas made of good materials is not a weapon. We guess that this painting may be a very high-level magic weapon, but we don't know how to refine it... …”

"The second lot of the barbarian monk's treasure, a mysterious picture scroll that may be a magic weapon, has a base price of [-] spiritual stones. The bidding starts now!" Wang Bohan said loudly.

What responded to him was still deathly silence...

(End of this chapter)