Luo Hong looked around and saw a group of low-level disciples from Huangfeng Valley oppressing a young disciple. The way was nothing more than quarrels and fights. This was the case in the entire world of immortal cultivation, nothing new.

"The trade fair is about to begin, put on the mask you gave you by your teacher."

Luo Hong was too lazy to care about the disputes between low-level monks. After giving orders, he raised his escape speed.

In a short while, the two of them arrived at the entrance of the giant pavilion. After stepping on more than ten white jade steps, a middle-aged man with a square face and a gentle temperament came up.

"Next, Dong Xuelong is the head of Huangfeng Valley. How dare you ask if you have an invitation?"

Head?

Luo Hong looked at the other party carefully and found that this person did carry the token of the head of Huangfeng Valley, but he was no longer the person he remembered.

"Luo has never heard of it, and he still needs invitations to attend the meeting."

Luo Hong said in an unhappy tone.

"Senior has misunderstood. Our Huangfeng Valley welcomes all the high-level monks from Tiannan. But if there is no invitation, you can only sit in the trading hall."

Because the monks at the Jindan stage have lived for hundreds of years and their own practices have become more and more strange in their tempers.

In order to prevent these people from having conflicts, the ancestor Linghu made an arrangement of suitable seats for these people.

"Pick me a quick and quiet place."

Luo Hong understood Dong Xuelong's meaning and expressed his own requirements.

"Okay senior, please come with this disciple."

Dong Xuelong bowed his hand. As soon as he finished speaking, a pretty female disciple walked out and gave Luo Hong a little blessing, with a very thoughtful manner.

"Um."

Luo Hong nodded slightly, and, led by the female disciple, came to a square table on the west side of the hall to sit down.

Looking around, the monks of the same level around were drinking and drinking, and no one was talking and laughing, and it was indeed very quiet.

Then, Luo Hong looked up at the private room on the second floor and saw only four lights that had illuminated the restricted light.

This shows that there are only four Nascent Soul monks participating in the trade fair this time.

This is not surprising. The chance of trading a treasure worth taking by a Nascent Soul cultivator is too coincidental. If it weren't for the time being, there wouldn't be any old Nascent Soul monster willing to come over and try his luck.

Of course, if there were such treasures, Master Linghu would have made great contributions before the trade fair, and there would have been more old Nascent Soul monsters coming at that time.

The event that Luo Hong participated in was an ordinary trade fair.

After retracting his gaze and waiting for another half an hour, the trade fair finally began.

What surprised Luo Hong was that the host was actually his old acquaintance. When he was still in the Foundation Establishment Period, he had participated in several trade fairs hosted by the other party.

Unexpectedly, he must have encountered a great opportunity to break through the Killing Pill!

After a simple opening remark, the other party took out the first traded item, perhaps to stir up the atmosphere, and the first traded item was very substantial.

A purple-red flying sword floated quietly on the jade plate. Its sword body was transparent and purple spiritual flames would ignite from time to time. The spiritual energy fluctuated out was amazing.

This is actually a magic weapon that has not yet been recognized!

Needless to say, the preciousness of the magic weapon is, and from the appearance of the sword, it is definitely a rare treasure among the magic weapon. Most of the monks in the Killing Dan stage in the hall were excited.

However, in Luo Hong's opinion, this flying sword is just average.

He could see at a glance that this flying sword was the kind of magic weapon that was straightforward and had no changes.

If this type of magic weapon cannot reach its peak in one aspect, such as the speed of escape that surpasses everything, or the sharpness of cutting off everything, its performance in the battle is far less powerful than ordinary people imagine.

In layman's terms, this flying sword is just a good look.

Just as Luo Hong made a comment in his heart, Fan Mengyi's voice sounded in his ears.

"Master, drink tea."

Luo Hong did not go to pick up the tea cup, but stared at Fan Mengyi's face for a breath, and then said softly:

"Don't think about it, it's not for you, it's not OK."

"Master, I don't have high requirements."

Fan Mengyi said pitifully.

"Your natal magic weapon has been planned for you as a master. You just need to focus on breaking through the Dan Killing Stage."

Luo Hong arranged the corresponding treasure refining plan after he had completed the baby, and he had prepared the spiritual materials.

"I understand, Master!"

Fan Mengyi just wanted to make sure that Luo Hong didn't forget what she had promised her, and she didn't really like the Fei Jian on the stage.

She herself knew very well that the magic weapon that suits her must be a complete set of flying swords.

This magic weapon flying sword called Ziyang Sword was eventually sold at a high price of more than 40,000 spirit stones.

The subsequent trading items were not so precious, but with the preparation of the Ziyang Sword, the selling price was generally higher than the market price.

During this period, Luo Hong took action three times and successfully bought three spiritual materials that he had never collected.

Because the grades of these three spiritual materials are not high, they are just relatively rare, and they only cost Luo Hong five thousand spirit stones.

Two hours later, the first half of the trade fair was announced to end, and the next step was the bartering process of the highlight.

The higher the cultivation level of an immortal cultivator, the less dependent he will have on low-level spirit stones. Therefore, at the level of pill formation, the barter transaction form will occupy the mainstream of transactions among immortal cultivators.

It can be said that most of the monks present in the Killing Dan stage came for the second half.

As soon as the announcement began, three figures rushed to the high platform, and finally, a figure wrapped in the breeze stood on top and turned into a thin old Taoist priest.

"Hehe, two fellow Taoists, I am Fuyunzi, I have given up."

Fu Yunzi bowed to the two figures who were rushing halfway through, and said proudly.

"snort!"

One of them snorted, the other said nothing, but they all sat back silently.

After all, this trade fair was personally led by the ancestor Linghu in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, so how could a mere monk in the Jiedan stage dare to cause trouble?

Seeing this, Fu Yunzi turned his palm and took out a wooden box full of bans. He lifted the talisman paper on the lid, and opened the lid by itself. A jade slip surrounded by red fire clouds floated out.

Luo Hong had never seen such a strange jade slip. She couldn't help but release her spiritual sense and wanted to investigate, but inadvertently found something wrong.

A hundred feet away from Luo Hong's seat, three Jiedan monks wearing flower-faced masks seemed to be too excited.

One of them also sent a message to the other two:

"That's on the dragon..."

"Shut up, don't forget where this is!"

Before this person could finish his words, he was interrupted by another person sternly.

All this happened when Fu Yunzi took out the jade slip, and everyone was attracted by it. Except for Luo Hong, no one noticed the strangeness of these three people.

Interestingly, is this jade slip hidden?
Chapter completed!