Chen Jinyuan sighed that he had made a lot of money. Although the soft armor looked dirty, it would be better if he took it out and washed it. Chen Jinyuan did not hesitate and walked out with the soft armor in his hand.
Huiming had been waiting outside the door for a long time. When he saw Chen Jinyuan coming out, he asked, "Have you chosen?"
"The choice is made!"
Huiming saw the dirty clothes on Chen Jinyuan's hands and looked at Chen Jinyuan with a strange look in his eyes, as if to say, you have been looking for such a dirty thing for so long.
"You've made your choice, just wait here!" Huiming said.
Chen Jinyuan smiled and stood aside.
Soon Xue Qingshan and the other two came out one after another. Xue Qingshan was holding a black stick in his hand. Chen Jinyuan was averse to the cold. This brother Xue really never forgot his old profession and carried a beggar stick wherever he went.
Chen Jinyuan grabbed it and shook it in his hand. This stick probably weighed over a thousand kilograms, but it was suitable for Xue Qingshan's use.
Huang Xiao was holding a bloody Ganoderma lucidum in his hand, which was about the size of two adult palms, and his whole body was exuding red blood. When Huiming saw what Huang Xiao was holding, a trace of surprise flashed across his face, and he obviously felt a trace of physical pain.
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Huang Xiao glanced at Chen Jinyuan and said, "One is a beggar and the other is a rag collector. You two really match each other."
Xue Qingshan went berserk when he heard this. Chen Jinyuan was not as knowledgeable as her. Although her treasure was not eye-catching, it was definitely hundreds of times better than the Ganoderma lucidum in her hand.
"Girl, don't speak so aggressively, otherwise no man will dare to want you in the future. Just prepare to become a nun!" Chen Jinyuan said with a smile, which sounded like a well-intentioned persuasion.
A hint of coldness flashed in Huang Xiao's eyes, but he immediately covered it up and stopped talking.
"Cough cough cough cough" came a cough from the side. He turned around and saw Huiming. Huiming's face looked a little unkind.
"Uh, Master, I'm not talking about you!" Chen Jinyuan sweated profusely and waved his hands in a hurry, fearing that Huiming might misunderstand that he had really scolded the bald donkey in front of the monk.
Huiming frowned and said, "Okay, let's go, everyone is still waiting!" After saying that, he locked the door of the treasure house, hid the key close to his body, and led the three of them to where they came from.
Many people wanted to laugh when they saw the ugly stick in Xue Qingshan's hand, but Xue Qingshan didn't notice it at all. Mr. Jin looked at it and nodded, "Yes, it's a good thing!"
"Come on, is a fire stick still a good thing?" Ye Bo was very annoyed when he saw what Xue Qingshan had in his hand. The great opportunity was wasted by this kid. After searching for so long, he actually got a fire stick.
The stick comes out.
"Haha, although this stick is not as good as the dog-beating stick of your Beggar Clan, it is still a treasure." Jin Lao smiled and took the stick from Xue Qingshan's hand. The stick weighing a thousand kilograms was light in his hand.
If there was nothing, no one would dare to underestimate this octogenarian.
Old Jin held the stick in his hand and poured his inner strength into it.
"Buzz!" With a buzzing sound, the stick glowed brightly. Jin Lao waved his hand towards the empty space beside the stands, and a ten-foot-long shadow instantly appeared. From a distance, it looked like he was holding a huge stick.
Holding one end of the stick, the other end is huge.
"Peng!"
The phantom hit the ground, making an ear-splitting roar, as if it was hit by a real object. The phantom dissipated, leaving a deep ravine where it was hit.
Bystanders were shocked when they saw it. They didn't expect that this stick looked inconspicuous, but its power was amazing. The saying "you can't judge a book by its appearance" seems to be very suitable for this thing.
A trace of surprise flashed across Chen Jinyuan's face. This stick was the same type as Wang Xiaoer's cattle whip, and it was a good magic weapon.
Mr. Jin took back the long stick, smiled, and handed it to Xue Qingshan, "Actually, this thing is really a fire stick. It was originally owned by a fire worker Tutuo of Shaolin Temple in the late Yuan Dynasty. It changed hands several times. It became a thing of Emei, but unexpectedly it was placed in a treasure house, but some of its pearls were covered with dust." Mr. Jin shook his head as he spoke.
Everyone in Emei looked embarrassed. What Jin Lao said inevitably gave people the feeling that the Emei sect was ignorant of pearls and jade. In fact, the Emei sect knew about this thing, but it looked too ugly. The Emei sect was all female disciples. Who is willing to use this, so it has been stored in the treasure house.
On the other end, Huang Xiao also handed the bloody Ganoderma lucidum to Huang Biluo's hand. Huang Biluo's face was very satisfied, "Yes, the century-old Blood Ganoderma lucidum, this trip was not in vain."
As soon as Huang Biluo said these words, Miaozhen's face felt painful. Ordinary Ganoderma lucidum is not even a hundred years old. Ganoderma lucidum is a large fungus plant, and its fruiting bodies can generally survive for a few months in the wild. After a long time, It will slowly rot away, and the longer Ganoderma lucidum is, the better the effect will be. Older Ganoderma lucidum has become lignified, making it difficult to absorb its medicinal power.
But this Blood Ganoderma is different. It grows in a place with sufficient blood. What does sufficient blood mean? Yesterday morning’s Golden Summit can barely be called sufficient blood. This Blood Ganoderma is completely nourished and grown by blood, so it has a miraculous effect on nourishing vitality. , no wonder Huang Xiao chose it.
"Huh, so what about the hundred-year-old blood Ganoderma lucidum? Your daughter has spent most of her lifespan, how can you still expect to use it to make up for it?" Ye Bo couldn't get used to Huang Biluo's behavior, so he hit Huang Biluo's lungs. .
Huang Biluo laughed so heartily that Ye Bo blew his beard and stared.
Everyone looked at Chen Jinyuan, and Ye Bo said: "Boy, where is the treasure you are looking for?"
Chen Jinyuan smiled and waved the soft armor in his hand.
"You won't tell the old beggar that this is the treasure you are looking for, right? If you hadn't told me, I would have thought you had brought a tablecloth!" Ye Bo rubbed his eyes, thinking that Chen Jinyuan was joking with him.
Everyone on and off the stage laughed when they heard Ye Bo's words, but only one person didn't laugh, Mr. Jin.
Mr. Jin looked at the soft armor in Chen Jinyuan's hand carefully, and his expression became more and more strange. He suddenly stood up from the stool, walked quickly to Chen Jinyuan, and took the soft armor from Chen Jinyuan's hand with trembling hands. Came over.
"This is...soft hedgehog armor! It's really soft hedgehog armor!" Mr. Jin was so excited that the muscles on his face were shaking.
When Nun Miaozhen heard the name of Soft Hedgehog Armor, she was also shocked. She immediately stood up from the chair, took the Soft Hedgehog Armor from Mr. Jin's hand, looked at it carefully, her eyes became brighter and brighter. There was excitement in her eyes, Fascinated and reluctant to let go, Miaozhen finally looked up at Chen Jinyuan and sighed helplessly.
Others looked at it inexplicably and couldn't figure out why this piece of rag shocked them so much.
This soft hedgehog armor was the personal belonging of the founder of Emei Mountain. When worn on the body, it is extremely effective. It can not only defend, but also injure people. Its defensive power is very terrifying. It only needs a small amount of internal energy to withstand high altitudes. Experts from several realms of their own struck with all their strength. People in Emei thought that this soft hedgehog armor had been buried with their ancestors, but they did not expect that it was still in Emei's treasure house and was found by Chen Jinyuan.
