Almighty Cultivator: Second Miss Waste Chai

Chapter 877 Why Can't We See It?
Throwing the magic potion in their hands back on the table again, these monks from the Southern Spirit Realm cast their dissatisfied eyes in the direction of Ouyang Zichen.

Treasure Pavilion is enough, let them come here all the way, just to let them see these ordinary things that can't be more ordinary?This is simply playing tricks on them!
Ouyang Zichen didn't seem to see the dissatisfied gazes of these monks, he casually pointed to a monk and said, "This fellow Taoist, please tell me, what did you see?"

The monk's eyes fell on the bottle of pill beside him, and he said with some disdain: "It's just an ordinary third-grade spirit gathering pill, why, Mr. Ouyang has other opinions?"

Ouyang Zichen nodded, did not answer his words, but pointed to another monk and asked: "This fellow Taoist, what do you see?"

As the second monk to be named, he has an umbrella-shaped magic weapon in his hand.

The cultivator glanced casually at the magic weapon, and said, "If I'm not mistaken, this is a middle-grade defensive artifact—the Biluo Umbrella. With a middle-grade spiritual weapon, it is still not a treasure."

The cultivator smiled: "Master Ouyang, this treasure appraising meeting is a bit of an understatement."

Ouyang Zichen also nodded: "This fellow Taoist is right, it is indeed the Biluo Umbrella."

As he spoke, he pointed at three or four people in a row, and asked them what they saw. These soul-refining cultivators still had this vision, and they all told them one by one, and no one made a mistake.

Ouyang Zichen just kept nodding, which made these monks in the Southern Spirit Realm very dissatisfied.

Someone said loudly: "Young Master Ouyang, isn't Zhenbao Pavilion joking with us?"

"That's right, among the magic treasures and elixirs in the room, which one can be called a treasure? It takes such a big battle to hold this treasure appraisal conference?"

"Zhenbao Pavilion is too much of a joke, or does Mr. Ouyang think it's fun to play us in the palm of his hand?"

There was a lot of noise at the scene, and hundreds of monks whose cultivation base was at least at the Soul Refining Realm started to commotion, and even the surrounding air seemed to become restless.

I'm so excited now, if I know the truth later, won't the emotions of these monks in the Southern Spirit World become more intense and uncontrollable?

Bei Liuguang and Qin Mingyue looked at each other with helplessness in their eyes. No matter how serious the consequences are, they still have to say what needs to be said. It's better than waiting until one day when there is no time for anything!
Ouyang Zichen lowered his hands: "Everyone, please be safe and don't be impatient. After I finish speaking, everyone will decide whether this trip is worth coming."

His voice was concentrated in spiritual power and spread far away. It was not very loud, but it was very clear. In such a noisy environment, it seemed to fall on everyone's ears.

The monks in the Southern Spirit Realm gradually calmed down and watched him one by one.

"Let's wait for Mr. Ouyang's explanation."

"I hope Mr. Ouyang's next answer will satisfy us."

"I just hope that Zhenbao Pavilion should have a reasonable reason for us."

Ouyang Zichen's eyes moved over them slowly, and then his expression became serious: "Dear friends, I ask again, what you just saw, are you sure there is nothing wrong?"

"What does Zhenbao Pavilion think of us, and even such a simple thing can be misunderstood?"

"It's just a third-grade elixir. I can tell the difference with my eyes closed, so I still need to confirm it?"

This is a rather conceited monk, and he answered like this when Ouyang Zichen had just finished speaking.

There are also those who are relatively conservative. Hearing what Ouyang Zichen said, he was afraid of making a mistake and causing a joke, so he hurriedly looked at the things at hand carefully, and finally confirmed: "I read it right."

"Yes, it's just an ordinary low-grade spiritual weapon, nothing special, nothing special."

Then, there were still doubts in their hearts, such as those Qishancheng monks who had heard what Ouyang Zichen said in advance, looked at the things at hand in surprise and kept silent.

Seeing that the crowd started to become noisy again, Ouyang Zichen did not let everyone make noise this time.

He spoke solemnly and solemnly: "Fellow daoists, if I tell you that what you hold in your hands, what you see in your eyes, and all the magical medicines on the scene are all fake, will you believe it?"

Ouyang Zichen's voice was obviously not loud, but it was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, like a huge wave suddenly breaking up on a calm sea, which stunned all the monks in the Southern Spirit Realm present.

The lively scene just now suddenly became strangely quiet. These monks stood there in a daze as if they had been struck by lightning, unable to digest this sentence at all.

They could understand every word Ouyang Zichen said, but it seemed difficult for them to understand these words together. No, they were not willing to believe the truth of this sentence at all.

These monks from the Southern Spirit Realm turned their gazes dully, looking at the magical medicine pills in their hands, and even their hands trembled a little.

These cultivators at the Soul Refining Realm and above never thought that one day their hands and feet would tremble because of a word, but now, Ouyang Zichen's words made their hands tremble uncontrollably .

After all, this incident was too unexpected. No one expected that such a grand treasure appraising meeting was held in Zhenbao Pavilion for everyone to come and see these fake magical medicine pills.

It was like a sudden explosion that was extremely suppressed. After the extreme silence, the scene immediately exploded.

These monks from the Southern Spirit Realm suddenly came to their senses, and checked the magical medicine pill at hand again and again, but they really didn't find anything wrong.

They kept asking the people around them: "Fellow Daoist, do you see anything?"

"Fellow Daoist, do you know how to look at this? Me, I don't see the problem."

"I can't tell from below, this, how can this be fake?"

"I don't believe it, hehehe, how could this be fake? Hehe..."

"That's right, even if it's fake, it's impossible for so many of them to be fake?"

"The sales method of this Zhenbao Pavilion is really clever. In this way, it will be difficult for everyone to remember this shop."

However, none of the monks who have cultivated to the Soul Refining Realm is a fool, and they themselves don't believe that Zhenbao Pavilion will make fun of such things.

No matter how hard they tried to convince themselves that Ouyang Zichen was joking, their voices became lower and lower in the end, and they couldn't even speak.

There was chaos at the scene for a while, and some people almost rushed to Ouyang Zichen.

"Master Ouyang, what's going on?"

"Young Master Ouyang, why are there so many fake magical medicines?"

"Young Master Ouyang, you said that these magical medicines are all fake. May I ask how you can tell they are fake? Why can't we see them?"

"Master Ouyang..."

"Master Ouyang..."

(End of this chapter)