Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 418 Exchanging Real Fire
Dialect doesn't know what other people think, but he really wants this extreme ice flame. If he can get it and refine it successfully, he doesn't need to add any materials. Only this extreme ice flame can improve the quality of peach miasma poison a lot , the ice-type real fire is the real fire that should be activated by the condensing technique.

I haven't seen clearly the grade of the flame in my Qiankun Pot so far, but it is definitely higher than the real fire in my body, and it will definitely not be worse than the extremely ice flame. It is very cost-effective to exchange this drop of extreme ice flame with a wisp.

It's just that this flame is housed in the pot of heaven and earth, and is not controlled by the dialect. I have only refined a few strands after refining it for many years, and I can't do it even if I want to take out a few strands. Items come out.

After a while, Fang Yan fully realized his shallowness. None of the monks here produced simple items, such as heavenly materials and earthly treasures, strange magic weapons, and rare materials.

There are a few things that the person who took them out couldn't tell why, but just by the Taoist aura emanating from them, everyone present knows that these few things are not ordinary things.

Several things are what dialect wants, no matter which one can let dialect improve his own strength, or his own cultivation, or spirit, or let his magic weapon be promoted.

It's just that the things these people put out are good, and none of the things they want are bad. There are many things that have only been heard in dialects and have never been seen before spit out from the mouths of these people. It needs to be an ice-type true fire similar to Ice Flame.

In the final analysis, these Nascent Soul cultivators did not come together to sell things, the most important thing was to buy what they needed, and the things they brought out would definitely not be the best things in them, but only for themselves. Nothing to use.

Even so, it also made Dialect aware of his many shortcomings, and his cultivation might be able to break through with the help of supreme aura, but this experience cannot be a coincidence anyway.

Among them, there are three things, and the dialect is the most concerned. In addition to the extremely ice flame that You Meng took out just now, there is also a jet-black arrow feather, which still exudes bursts of death in the midst of the blockade. The lethality must be astonishing. If the sharp weapon can be obtained, it must be a life-saving means at the bottom of the box. Even the late Nascent Soul monks need to concentrate on dealing with the bombardment of this magic weapon.

It is extremely rare to trade this kind of thing. It is certain that this monk must have the means to restrain this magic weapon, otherwise, he will never trade a magic weapon that may threaten him.

The other thing is a drop of blood, the blood of the flame beast. The flame beast was born in the land of extreme fire. That kind of place is the Nascent Soul cultivator, and it is difficult to reach it without special means, let alone hunting the flame beast in the land of extreme fire. Well, this drop of flame beast's blood, Dialect is not for himself, but for Chichan's sake. If Chichan can refine this drop of flame beast's blood, his cultivation will definitely improve a lot.

It's just that dialect wants these things, but none of them can be easily obtained by dialect. Except for Youmeng's real fire, there is still some hope for the things they proposed, and dialect doesn't have the things they want at all. Needless to say, the sixth-order monster larva, the vine of green dendrobium, the dragon baby pill, and the sixth-order monster larva, those three things have only been seen in the jade slips.

However, when Dialect took out a one-inch-long piece of blood vine body, everyone around also exclaimed. Although this kind of thing seemed a bit upstart, the body of blood vine in the transformation stage was the body of many Nascent Soul cultivators. , also had to take a deep breath.

"In the part of the body of the spirit of the grass and trees in the transformation period, I need an ice-type spirit, or a thunder-type spirit, or a magic weapon for flying away in the starry sky."

I don’t know how many Nascent Soul monks have been trapped in the current state for hundreds of years and cannot make progress. This is no longer what pure aura can make up for, but this cut of blood vines is very likely to allow them to break through the shackles in front of them. After the thing, everyone's expressions turned, as if they were thinking about something.

If it is purely measured by price, the value of the starry sky escape magic weapon proposed by the dialect is much higher than the blood vine in front of you, but no one here thinks that the dialect is too much. After all, the price of items is not measured by spirit stones here. Something of high value may also be a supreme spiritual thing to others. The star shuttle is of high value, but it cannot help monks improve their cultivation. This section of blood vines is very likely to do so.

It's just that unless it is a monk who urgently needs this thing to practice, no one will take out a magic weapon such as the Star Shuttle to exchange with Dialect. However, the ice-type spiritual objects and thunder-type spiritual objects proposed by Dialect have moved the hearts of all Nascent Soul cultivators. For low-level cultivators, things are as rare as stars in the sky, but which one of you here is not an old monster who has practiced for thousands of years, and whoever doesn't have a few rare things in his hands.

It’s just a general dialect, ice-type spirits, thunder-type spirits, it’s really not easy to find something comparable to that blood vine, especially if it’s higher-level than what others have produced. The monks who were interested in the blood vine were all moved.

After Fang Yan put out the items, several monks also put out their own items. Fang Yan's eyes lit up, and then he quickly put away his attention, but his eyes glanced around from time to time, secretly paying attention.

The dialect paid attention to the things that one of the masters who had sensed the breath of the three divine senses before, the skinny old man with wrinkles on his face and an ebony cane in his hand, took out something, one with edges and corners, one the size of an egg Things, like gold but not gold, like jade but not jade, between the gold and jade exudes a faint wood-type aura.

After the old monk with an ebony crutch took out this strange thing, he didn't explain what it was, nor did he say what he needed. He only said that anyone who was interested could come to him to discuss it.

Soon, more than [-] Nascent Soul cultivators placed items they wanted to trade in front of them, and everyone had their own plans. At this moment, the transaction officially began.

Naturally, not only one person will be interested in a good thing. For a while, the voice of bidding rings out from time to time. Some give in, and naturally there are also those who refuse to give in. Several blushing monks.

The people around are not surprised by this situation, but anything that can be seen in the eyes of these people is great, maybe it can save years of suffering in cultivation, even if the debate loses its grace, it is nothing. It's not surprising that it's not in a rally, even if it's hands-on.

The transaction process is very fast, as long as both parties feel suitable, the transaction can be concluded quickly, either satisfied or disappointed, and more than ten pieces have been sold in a short time, the blood of the flame beast that dialect likes, and the dark handle Arrow feathers were also traded away, and Dialect originally joined in. He wanted to wait for no one to bid, and discuss with the two masters by himself, but he had no chance.

When it was Fang Yan's turn to get the item, Fang Yan returned it and waited for others to bid. There were quite a few monks who took a fancy to the body of the blood vine, and four monks stood in front of Fang Yan.

There was no starry sky magic weapon that dialect wanted. Two of the four people took out ice-attribute spiritual objects, and two took out thunder-attribute spiritual objects. Dialect didn't think much about it. A deal was reached with one of them, and at the same time as the cut of the blood vine was handed over to the other party, Fang Yan got two extra lightning stones in his hands. After refining, it was enough to upgrade a small set of Dawu sword array to a higher level.

The reason why he didn't choose an ice-type spiritual object with a higher rank and that can enhance the poison of peach miasma was because Fang Yan saw that You Meng, who was in front of him, had not made a deal, and the extremely ice flame was still in front of him. .

After Fang Yan put away the Thunder Stone, he immediately walked towards You Meng, and after throwing out an isolation barrier, he said to You Meng, the owner of the room: "You Daoist, what do you think of this real fire?" A mung bean appeared in Fang Yan's hand Large and small flames exude a thick fire-type aura.

You Meng was a little surprised, the dialect that didn't come in the first round suddenly appeared at this moment, but after seeing the flame in the dialect's hand, his expression immediately changed: "This fellow Taoist, can you ask You to investigate .”

"Fellow Daoist, but it's okay to watch." Fang Yan shot the flame at You Meng with a wave of his hand. It's not that Dialect is pretending to be generous, but because he is here. As the convener of the trade fair, it is impossible for You Meng to have any situation , others may have a fake name, a fake appearance, or even a fake breath, but it is absolutely impossible for You Meng.

The dialect that shoots out the flames can't help but rejoice. Originally, the dialect had no way to separate so many flames from the fiery portal of the Qiankun pot. The melted one is not as big as the mung bean I just took out.

Just when the dialect subconsciously glanced at the fiery portal of the Qiankun pot, it was Ziling who discovered the dialect's movements. Ziling, who had been paying attention to Danling Yubi, paid little attention to the dialect's movements recently, but the dialect was only for a while. After inquiring about the door many times, Zi Ling couldn't help not paying attention.

After Zi Ling asked about the dialect, he couldn't help sighing that his master didn't know people in the dialect. Put back most of the flame, leaving only the size of a mung bean and taking it out.

You Meng inspected the real flame in his hand, first he was satisfied, and then he showed a little embarrassment. While hesitating, Fang Yan sensed fluctuations in the restraining formation, and then You Meng returned the flame to Fang Yan, and at the same time Signal dialect to remove the ban.

As soon as the restriction was removed, Fang Yan felt a scent of fragrance coming from his nostrils, and at the same time, a burst of colorful light flickered in front of his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he saw a beautiful woman.

"You Daoist friend, I wonder what this little friend has brought out to make you behave like this. Is it higher-level than the firecrackers I gave you?" , seems to have disturbed her business?

Dialect noticed the unfriendly gazes around him, but he ignored them. This is where everyone is bidding. Since they are interested in Ji Bingyan at the same time, it is up to You Menglai to decide, but Mingyanhuo is also one of the famous real fires. , This flame of mine is higher than the underworld fireworks?The woman had already been here before, presumably because You Meng was a little dissatisfied with the fireworks, which gave dialect a chance.

Hearing the words of the beautiful woman in Caiyi, You Meng withdrew his consciousness from his hands, raised his head and said, "To tell the truth, Fairy Qi, the real fire that this fellow Taoist brought out is more suitable for You, Fairy Qi, please wait a little longer." Wait, let me discuss with this fellow Taoist."

After finishing speaking, You Meng threw out another breath-blocking array to cover the surroundings, and a divine sense came into the dialect's mind: "This fellow Taoist, the quality of your Taishangyan rank is good enough, but unfortunately the number is a little less Some, I don’t know if there is any extra in the hands of my friends.”

The dialect showed a slight embarrassment: "You Daoist, I still have a little bit in my body, and I have to refine it myself."

There is still a big piece of flame on Fang Yan. If You Meng hadn't said that just now, maybe Fang Yan would have come up with another one, but after hearing the Taishangyan mentioned by You Meng, how could Fang Yan dare to reveal that there is still a flame on him? There are many words, Tai Shangyan is higher level than Jinwu True Fire, and Ji Bingyan is also a high level True Fire, but compared with this Tai Shangyan, it is much worse.

If it is really the Taishangyan that Youmeng mentioned, this flame the size of a mung bean is worth more than the extremely ice flame that is more than a hundred times bigger in Youmeng's hands, but the dialect has already believed in Youmeng's judgment at this moment Seven or eight points, not to mention that You Meng is well-informed and won't talk nonsense, thinking about the difficulty of refining this real fire with Yuanying cultivation base, it should also be the real fire of this rank.

Hearing that Taishangyan was still in Fangyan's hand, Youmeng was overjoyed, and then said: "Fellow Daoist, it seems that you didn't get the ice-type spiritual item just now, if you give up the rest of Taishangyan, I will give this piece to you." Everything is for you."

You Meng turned his hand and took out a clean bottle, and there was an ice-blue silk thread swimming in a thin mist, like a water snake running through it, with indescribable agility.

Originally, when I heard You Meng mentioning the ice-type spirits, Fang Yan didn't care. If I got the icy flame in his hand, I would no longer need the ice-type spirits. When I saw this silk thread, my eyes moved : "You Daoist, could it be that this is Xuan Bingsi?"

"The friendliness of Taoism is indeed Xuan Bingsi. I don't know how the friendship will be." You Meng complimented a little, but there was a hint of anxiety in his eyes. No other, although the grade of Xuan Bingsi is high, but this ray is real. Too little, far inferior to Tai Shangyan in dialect's hands.

The mysterious ice silk is higher than the grade of the mysterious spirit liquid in the dialect Qiankun pot, and even higher than the grade of the original earth spirit liquid. For today's dialect, it can be called the best ice-type spiritual thing. If this strand of mysterious ice silk can be Refining and entering the Peach Miasma Armor, I am afraid that either the defense will be enhanced a little bit, or the defense of the Tao Miasma Armor will be greatly improved if it cannot be advanced to the top rank.

What makes the dialect even more exciting is that there are countless water-type auras in his water-blue portal, and now it is headed by the mysterious spirit liquid. If this strand of mysterious ice silk is placed in it, it will absorb a lot of power from it, which will not only It's just a little effect to improve Tao Miasma Armor.

After hearing You Meng's words, Fang Yan no longer hesitated, and immediately ordered Zi Ling to take out another Taishangyan, which was a little bigger than the previous one, and handed it to You Meng together with the previous one: "Friend You Daoist ,make a deal."

Even if Fangyan sees that his Taishangyan is very important to Youmeng, if he perseveres, he will probably gain more, but right now he can get Jibingyan and this unexpected strand of Xuanbing, Fangyan is already satisfied , there is a beautiful woman beside her watching her, it seems that the things in her hands are not bad, otherwise You Meng would not talk like that, if you lose the deal because of this, it will be called a loss.

When You Meng saw this, he naturally didn't hesitate at all. Although he felt sorry for Xuan Bingsi, he immediately disappeared after seeing the two Taishang flames handed over by dialect: "Fellow Daoist, be refreshing."

When You Meng removed the surrounding restrictions and showed the two people's satisfied expressions, the other people around didn't know that the two had reached a deal, and the rest just let it go, but the beautiful woman had a displeased expression on her face: "You Daoist, I don't know this What exactly did this little friend come up with, the transaction has been completed, can you let me see it."

You Meng was in a good mood. After hearing the beautiful woman's words, he immediately stretched out his palm, and two small flames appeared in his hand: "Fairy Qi, I will only be reconciled if I let you see it."

"Tai Shangyan?" After sweeping away her consciousness, the beautiful woman Qi Xianzi let out a low cry, and then her expression darkened: "Congratulations, Fellow Daoist You, for getting this real flame. I think it's just around the corner, Fellow Daoist, to break through the realm in front of me."

Then he backed away, but there was some other meaning in the eyes looking at the dialect.

It wasn't just the beautiful woman who exclaimed in surprise, there were several people around who saw the Taishangyan that You Meng took out at the same time. Was it speaking in dialect? At the same time, there were voices of suspicion, guessing what You Meng had brought out besides the extreme ice flame.

Satisfied with the dialect, he retreated back, naturally ignoring everyone's gazes, only he knows if it's worth it or not, with Jibingyan and Xuanbingsi, it's no problem to improve the defense of his peach miasma armor, as long as the peach miasma With the improvement of armor, he can try to cross the farther interstellar teleportation array, and he is one step closer to returning to the embedded blue star.

At this time, there were not many remaining monks whose turn it was to trade. After dialect came back, he glanced back and forth at the remaining items, but most of his attention was on the old man with the ebony cane.

If he could also get this item, it would be a surprise today, but this monk didn't say what he needed, and it was clearly up for grabs, and he didn't know what on his body could impress him.

Fang Yan didn't realize that his two slight pauses had already fallen into the eyes of those who cared, and finally it was the old man's turn. Before Fang Yan could move, a beautiful shadow had already appeared in front of the old man. Fairy Qi.

Fang Yan thought it was a pity in his heart. Just now, after looking at the eyes of everyone, no one seemed to recognize this thing. Even the great monk who took out this treasure in the late Yuanying period looked indifferent. Could it be that Fairy Qi also recognized it? ?
Dialect also just let out a sigh of pity, hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the realm of cultivation, and he recognized this thing with the help of Danling Jade, maybe others would not recognize it, not to mention that everyone present here is a person who has practiced for an unknown amount of time, this treasure is precious, But it wasn't helpful in a short period of time. I don't know how much work it would take to cultivate it into a useful person. Seeing the beautiful woman passing by, Fang Yan stopped his movements and continued to sit cross-legged.

(End of this chapter)