There are spiritual stones and heavenly materials and earthly treasures, so I have no choice but to sell the invitations."

When Xiao Wei walked out of the treasure pavilion filled with soft light and saw the shadows in front of him, he did not feel palpitations due to the slight coldness. He let out a deep breath and felt relieved.

The foundation-building monk who was patrolling the high-rise building noticed something unusual about the Qi practitioner. He frowned and said, "I didn't stop too much at other treasures along the way. I went straight to the magic weapon. There's something wrong!"

It’s better to use others than to use your own people.

Xiao Wei quickly opened the bag and checked it. He counted it twice carefully and found that it was indeed one hundred spiritual stones.

However, when the gap in cultivation was too big, there was no room for him to resist whether inside or outside the city.

The monk with thick eyebrows immediately shrank his pupils and said in shock: "He knows everything?"

"who!"

The foundation-building monk in the main hall of Baoge shouted sharply.

The magic power burst out violently, and the White Luan Treasure Fan in his hand stirred up a breeze. With this breeze, thirty-six beams of light rose up inside the formation, making holes in the originally intact formation.
Chapter completed!