Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 87 Auction Treasure
"Yaoguang, what's the matter with Rong Hao?" Fang Yan asked when he saw Ji Yaoguang coming out of the hall and was unhappy all the time.

"If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be where I am today. Forget about mentioning him. Dialect, this is a mental method. You can take it."

"Spirit?"

"Don't hesitate, this is what you deserve, and no one in the entire Mo Lingzong deserves it more than you."

Dialect took it in a little puzzled, and poked in with his spiritual sense, 'Qingyunjue': "Yuuuuuuuuu?"

"This is the mental method that Mo Lingzong traded you for back then. Take it, intermediate mental method. If it weren't for it, I wouldn't have succeeded in building the foundation so quickly. It's just that I have returned to my original form now."

"There will always be a day of recovery, Fluctlight, don't worry."

"Understood, I still need you to teach me. Dialect is a flying weapon. You practice it and then leave Mo Lingzong. I guess you don't want to hide with me all the time."

Seeing Ji Yaoguang handing over a magic weapon, which was the same as that of Han Qin and his envoys when they came, Feiyunzhou, Fang Yan shook his head: "Yaoguang, I don't need this thing anymore, in fact, my cultivation base has also increased a bit, Now you can fly with the sword."

"What?" Both Ji Yaoguang and Yue Linglong looked in disbelief. Fang Yan's ability to escape from the Golden Core cultivator had already surprised them a lot, and now they said that he could fly with a sword, at least at the ninth level of Qi Refining Realm, it has only been less than three years, even in Mo Lingzong, he is considered a genius.

Fang Yan put away the breath-holding formula for a while, Ji Yaoguang had a problem with his spiritual consciousness, and felt that the dialect's cultivation base had increased sharply, and Yue Linglong, who was beside him, clearly discovered that the dialect's cultivation base had reached the eleventh level of Qi refining, and it was already in the middle stage .

"Since this is the case, there is really no need. The eleventh level of Qi refining can be regarded as self-defense. How about your magic weapon? Would you like me to give you two top-grade magic weapons?"

"Not to mention I forgot, Yaoguang, Junior Sister Yue, please see if there is a suitable magic weapon."

With a bang, Fang Yan poured out seven or eight treasures from his universe pot, and also poured out several universe bags.

"This is? Treasures? Are they all treasures?" Ji Yaoguang and Yue Linglong were a little dumbfounded. The dialect they were kicked out of the sect actually had more money than the two of them. Not to mention those Qiankun bags, they just threw them away. The things that came out were all treasures, and a few of them were obviously middle-grade treasures.

"That's right, take a look, pick out the ones that are suitable, and I can only deal with the rest."

Hearing the words in dialect, Ji Yao Guangyue Linglong immediately lay down on the ground and looked through the pair of things one by one. After a while, both of them chose their favorite magic weapon.

Dialect saw that the two men took one in each hand, picked up two from the ground, and stuffed another in each of the two hands: "Take it, maybe you will use it someday, if you really can't, blow them up." But it is equivalent to the attack of a foundation-building Dzogchen monk, and it is even stronger."

"What, you blew yourself up with a treasure? Prodigal." I don't know, but when I heard the dialect, I blew myself up with a treasure. Ji Yaoguang, who has always had a big hand, didn't know what to say. These are all treasures, even if they are inferior There are tens of thousands of spirit stones, and they blew themselves up. Judging by the appearance of dialect, more than one piece has been blew up. Both women have the urge to tear dialect into pieces. You have to know how many foundation-building monks want one. Treasures are not available, and how many people can be extravagant to the point of self-destruction.

The two of them were not polite anymore, they threw the magic weapon that dialect handed over to the ground, and each picked two more. Since taking dialect is self-destruction, they might as well choose the right one for themselves, but they also know that dialect is no better than themselves. Zongmen Blessing did not pick out the top magic weapon, but it was not enough for the two of them to use.

"Yaoguang, I'll go out for a while. You have been unable to move recently. Let Junior Sister Yue go to Tianguixu to get the pill next month, and I won't come here again."

The two women were still in the excitement of getting the four treasures. Even Yue Linglong, who was always indifferent, kept looking at the magic treasures in her hands, touching this one, then looking at that one. Where did she hear the dialect? words.

"Hello." Seeing this, Fang Yan yelled helplessly: "I'm leaving first, Junior Sister Yue remembers, next month, I will come to Tianlai Inn in Tianguixu to find me."

"Well, okay, I see."

It wasn't until the dialect had been away for a long time that the two realized it.

"Senior sister, Brother Fang is gone?"

"Gone? He's gone?"

"It seems that he wants me to go to an inn in Tianguixu to find him, and get some medicine or something."

"Ellite?" Ji Yaoguang reached out and took out the jade bottle that Fang Yan had just given to him, opened it and smelled it: "This is the third-grade Yangshen pill? Where did Dialect get so many third-grade elixir? It is extremely difficult for even Dad to refine it , the dialect will not let you get the Yangshen Pill."

"Maybe, I don't know how the dialect has been in the past few years. This is a hundred times better than ours in the sect." Yue Linglong pointed to a few treasures in her hand, and then pointed to the jade bottle in Ji Yaoguang's hand.

"By the way, there are still a few jade boxes." Originally, Ji Yaoguang didn't think much of what the dialect gave him, and only regarded it as a gift from the dialect. Underestimate the few jade boxes given to me by dialect.

"Fourth grade spiritual grass? Why does it contain more spiritual energy than fifth grade? How many years will it take to grow like this?"

Ji Yaoguang was once again stunned by the handwriting of the dialect.

Rong Canghai, who was in the secret room, also noticed the dialect's departure: "Huh? He left so soon? The speed is not slow. Could it be that he has hidden his cultivation? It's not right to leave Mo Lingzong at this moment, so let him escape for a few days Go find him again."

Dialect, who left Mo Lingzong, no longer hesitated, and flew towards the ghost market at almost full speed, but occasionally felt as if a divine consciousness flashed over him, but after careful inspection, it disappeared. Overthinking.

The current dialect speed is extremely fast. In less than a day, he has already stopped at the entrance of Tianguixu. At this moment, he has transformed into an inconspicuous appearance again. look.

The only purpose of Fang Yan's visit to Tiangui Market was to refine some spiritual pills for Ji Yaoguang. After arriving there, he realized that he didn't have many spirit stones on him. He could earn spirit stones by buying some materials to refine Lingyuan Pills. Not wanting to waste any more time, I went directly to the first floor of the sky.

"Fellow Daoist, the auction will be held in three days, but there is nothing to see today."

As soon as Fang Yan entered the first floor of the sky, a man who looked like a buddy stopped him.

"Oh, I'm not here to see something, but I have something to entrust to your building for auction."

"Sorry, fellow daoist, we don't accept low-level items, fellow daoist, let's find a place to sell them at a stall."

"Huh?" Fang Yan realized that the guy in front of him looked down on him: "Dogs look down on people, so ask your masters to come out. You can't be the master of this thing. It's best for the foundation-building monks to come out."

The buddy looked at the dialect in disbelief, no wonder the buddy was distracted, no matter how you look at it, the dialect only has the seventh level of Qi refining, and it would be nice to have a third-grade high-grade spiritual grass in your hand. Really do not charge.

After staring at the dialect for a while, he didn't find any flaws in the dialect, so the man said, "If you dare to make trouble, hum", even so, the man didn't believe that the dialect would have any good things, so he went back inside and called out a master.

Seeing that the master's job is only at the twelfth level of Qi refining, Fang Yan shook his head: "You can't be the master either, so I'd better ask you to be in charge."

The manager was furious, but he knew that people should not be judged by appearances when they opened the door for business, so he said slowly: "My fellow Taoist, why don't you take out the things first, and if I am sure that I can't be the master, then please let us take care of things before it's too late."

"Alright, but if it's not here, let me take out the things."

"this way please."

The principal led Fang Yan into a secret room on the second floor. Every secret room here has a formation to isolate the outside world. When he arrived here, Fang Yan felt relieved. He reached out and took out a diamond-shaped magic weapon and handed it to the principal: "Look, this Whether or not the piece will be taken over by Baoguilou, how will it be filmed."

The chief didn't take the things that dialect took out to heart, and only waited to identify the things and then ridiculed dialect, but he didn't expect that after looking at the things in his hand several times, his eyes opened wider and wider: "Fellow daoist, this is Treasure?"

"That's right, why, your building won't accept it?"

"No, no, I really can't make the decision on this matter. Fellow Daoist, wait a moment. I'll ask the steward to discuss it with you." After finishing speaking, he returned the magic weapon in his hand to Dialect.

No matter how high the dialect is, being able to auction treasures is a symbol of strength, and the manager doesn't want his reasons to affect the business of Tianyilou.

Soon, the master brought in a middle-aged monk from the outside. Looking at it in dialect, it was a coincidence that he was the Thai monk he had seen when he participated in the auction last time.

"Friends from Thailand."

The Thai party who came in looked at the dialect, but after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure out which dialect it was.

"Fellow Daoist from Thailand, I met fellow Daoist once when I participated in the auction of your building. Let's take a look at this thing." He said and gave the magic weapon in his hand to the Thai side.

"What's the name of this fellow Taoist?" Tai Fang asked in dialect, looking at the magic weapon in his hand.

"My surname is Yan."

"Friend Daoist Yan, this is a low-grade treasure. If it is auctioned in our auction, the reserve price is [-] spirit stones, and the transaction price should be [-] to [-] spirit stones. What do you think?"

"Yes, but I have a request, I need to borrow some spirit stones first."

"As long as it is within the reserve price, there is no problem." The Thai side replied very simply.

"Okay, fellow daoist from Thailand, just as you said, I will get the remaining spirit stones after the auction, and one more point, fellow daoist from Thailand, if there are high-level alchemy recipes in this auction, please help me pay attention. Willing to buy at a high price."

(End of this chapter)