When he came, Xu Yi knew the trading rules in the exchange equipment in the secret room. In this high-end hall, there is no crystal screen equipment, and the transaction is only conducted among monks. The buyer needs to pay taxes of 100 incense beads for each single transaction.

"I have a spiritual soldier who only needs to be nourished with qi and blood and cultivated into the incense spirit, and then can be used for his own use. The minimum price is 3,000 incense beads, and he also accepts exchange for a treasure. Now bidding starts, and the price increase must not be less than one hundred incense beads each time."

Suddenly, a man climbed up to the platform, holding a long blue sword in his hand, his sword body was as cold as water.

While speaking, the young man with long eyebrows waved his hand and held a sword flower. The clear sword energy immediately pulled out black lines in the air, revealing his extraordinaryness.

As soon as the spirit soldiers appeared, the atmosphere between the scene suddenly became warm.

Then he heard the old man with a long face say, "This spiritual soldier is obviously repaired by secret techniques. I don't know how many years it has existed. His sharpness has been lost and his attack power is limited. It is not worth three thousand incense beads. You should just drop it."

The young man with long eyebrows snorted coldly, "If you want to buy, buy it. If you don't buy it, you will withdraw. If you dare to destroy it, do you really think that I have a good temper?"

The old man with long face snorted coldly, "I want to see who is willing to suffer this big loss."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone started bidding. The price rose by 3,500 in a flash. The old man with long face turned red and muttered, "There are so many fools these days." He retreated withdrew.

This cheapness is ultimately impossible.

"This man is right. The power of this spiritual weapon is far from equal to its price. However, in today's world, it is difficult to find a spiritual weapon, so it is not easy to have a spiritual weapon. Moreover, although this spiritual weapon is of poor quality, it is always useful for spiritual magic. It is a rare object. Scarcity is precious, so naturally some people are willing to donate generously."

Huang Mei lay on Xu Yi's chest and whispered.

This time, it is restricted and cannot convey ideas. The wild charm is in the starry sky ring and cannot see the movement outside. It slips out of the starry sky ring early and falls into Xu Yi's arms.

Xu Yi whispered, "I want this thing to do, it doesn't even count on the cake, so why bother burning money?"

As each person and a demon were talking, the auction came to an end. In the end, the green sword was sold for 4,500 yuan. Including the deed tax, the buyer had to pay 5,000 incense beads, which was indeed a sky-high price.

After the spirit soldiers were sold out, no one came on stage, so Xu Yi wandered in the hall.

It turns out that transactions between the markets are more free. If you have enough confidence in your treasures, you can go on stage to call a film. If you don’t have enough confidence, you can set up a stall or roam and sell it.

Because once it is on stage, if the transaction is completed, the tax will be paid at 10% of the transaction volume, and the maximum tax is 500 incense fire beads. If no one bids, one hundred incense fire beads must be paid.

If no one bids for his own treasures, it is better to be embarrassed than to be the second, and a hundred incense fire beads will be in vain. Therefore, most monks still choose to sell them by themselves.

After wandering around, I didn't see any treasure worth buying. It was not that the treasure here was not good, but that it was not targeted. For him, it was not very useful, but it cost a lot.

After wandering for a while, someone finally came on stage again, but the one for sale was a great golden elixir, which was a divine pill that heals and saves life. Whether it is a monk or a mortal, a pill will make its vitality rush. It is rumored that as long as you don’t die, you can regain your life with this pill.

The elixirs that replenish vitality have always been a valuable thing, and the Great Return of the Golden Elixir is naturally extremely expensive.

The bidding began with a white heat. Finally, after more than twenty rounds of bidding, the transaction was completed at a price that exceeded the starting price twice.

After walking around again, Xu Yi saw that there was really no treasure worth buying, so he became interested in leaving. At this moment, another person appeared.

The one who appeared was a cloaker. The dark and heavy cloak was tighter than Xu Yi. As soon as he came on stage, he didn't talk nonsense, and saw a giant sword appearing in his palm. The giant sword was about a foot long and more than a foot wide, and it was very sharp. The sword body was covered with vertical patterns. The giant sword was a fairy, and its strong power instantly suppressed the whole audience.

Then he saw the cloaked guest wave his sword, and the thunder rolled in the field, and the power of the thunder spirit surged.

"What thing? How can you have such a surging power of thunder spirit? What material is forged in this sword?"

"Not only the power of thunder spirit, but also the power of wood-type spirituality."

"What, is this, this is a wooden sword?"

“……………………”

Amid the exclamation, the cloaked guest on the stage spoke, "This sword is called Qianhuan Chongth Thunder Sword. It took the family master three hundred years to forge it. He used more than nine pieces of purple sky thunder strike bamboo and combined with the secret refining method to refine it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand and the Qianhuan Chongth Thunder Sword suddenly dispersed and turned into countless thin swords. The sword body turned like a set of precision equipment, and also like a sword rain storm ready to go. At the same time, the sword body opened, and the power of the thunder spirit in the entire space became more and more exciting.

"Is it because the name of the master is called Jingwu, but Wuchenzi of the famous tripod."

A person below the stage shouted in surprise.

The cape nodded slightly, and the discussions immediately became louder.

"Wuchenzi is a famous smelter. All the weapons from his hands are treasures."

"It is said that Wu Chenzi only made more than ten magic weapons for three hundred years, which obviously does not meet his identity as a famous weapon refiner. It turns out that all his energy is on this Thousand Illusion Heavy Thunder Sword. Three hundred years of time is indeed a treasure."

"It takes more than a thousand pieces of bamboo that hits the nine-section purple sky, and it takes countless times to cultivate this top-quality material. No wonder it takes three hundred years to become this sword."

"Why are you selling such a treasure? You must have a hidden secret from the Lord. Let's make it clear, so as not to cause trouble afterwards."

“…………”

As Xu Yi was talking, his blood was gradually boiling, and a ball of fire seemed to burn in his chest.

Such a treasure is so important that I am destined to be with me!

Not to mention anything else, this sword alone focuses on thunder attributes, which is very suitable for him. Moreover, the materials used in this sword are so precious that it is hard to find in the world.

Back then, he spent so much effort to overcome the thunder tribulation, but he only sought a six-section purple-sky thunder-strike bamboo. The Qianhuan Heavy Thunder Sword in front of him used more than a thousand nine-section purple-strike bamboos as raw materials.

The most important thing is that Huang Mei was praying like crazy in his arms, "If you take it, you must take it down. This level of magical weapons is already qualified to be a spiritual weapon. You can melt your soldiers spirit more than enough. Think about it, if a soldier spirit can be refined into every purple sky thunder strike bamboo, then the power of this Thousand Illusion Heavy Thunder Sword is probably not as powerful as a real spiritual weapon."

Huang Mei's words were undoubtedly poured another bucket of gasoline into Xu Yi's heart that was gradually burning. In an instant, the flames surged.
Chapter completed!