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Chapter 3749 Luban Pavilion

Chen Ping looked carefully with his Tianming eyes and found that this fan was indeed a bit strange, because the flowing light on it was not caused by the array pattern, but the light of the fan itself!

Moreover, the refining structure of this fan is also very strange, and Chen Ping can't even understand it!

Lao Yang listened to everyone's discussion and said that the fan was not good, but he was not angry. Instead, he smiled coldly and said: "Everyone, have you ever heard of the legend of Luban Pavilion?"

"Of course I have. I heard that this Luban Pavilion is an immortal pavilion and has a great status in the heaven. Moreover, this Luban Pavilion is good at refining weapons."

"What Luban Pavilion refines are all weird things. I heard that the palm-sized wooden boat refined by Luban Pavilion can change instantly and can hold ten thousand people!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I also heard that Luban Pavilion can turn decay into a magical weapon. It's so powerful!"

When many monks heard about Luban Pavilion, they all started talking!

"Luban Ge, why do I seem to have some impression?"

At this time, Demon Lord Chiyun spoke!

When Chen Ping heard this, he knew that Luban Pavilion was not simple. Demon Lord Chiyun felt that it was a sect from the heaven!

"Everyone, I believe many people know about Luban Pavilion, but they will not believe that the fan in my hand was made by Luban Pavilion. Today I will demonstrate it in public to let you know whether it is true or false!"

As Old Yang said, a trace of breath penetrated into the folding fan, and the stream of light on the folding fan became stronger, and then began to grow in size, and finally became as big as one foot, directly covering Old Yang!

"This folding fan looks as thin as a cicada's wing, but it is extremely strong and has strong defensive capabilities. This is a defensive folding fan."

"Even if you are a peak master in the Tribulation Realm, it is simply impossible to break this folding fan."

"Now I'll give it a try to everyone!"

After the master said that, he put the folding fan in front of him, then circulated his breath, the peak of the Tribulation Realm burst out, and then blasted out with a palm!

boom!

With a loud noise, the whole room shook, but the folding fan in front of me was intact!

Seeing this scene, all the monks were tempted!

If there is such a defensive magic weapon, wouldn't it be possible to have a chance of survival when encountering masters at the peak of the Tribulation Realm?

Chen Ping was a little excited when he saw this.

Although Chen Ping now has an indestructible golden body, the strength of this indestructible golden body can only increase with Chen Ping's strength!

Chen Ping also has a dragon-patterned bell. The dragon-patterned bell is so strong that it can withstand a blow from the peak of the Tribulation Realm!

But if you want to lock yourself inside the Dragon Pattern Bell, isn't this the same as catching a turtle in a urn? If you are really in danger, there will be no chance to escape!

But this folding fan is different. It can be used casually. If there is such a defensive magic weapon, Chen Ping will not have to be afraid of the strongest people in the Tribulation Realm. At worst, he can just run away and he will not be hurt!

"Lao Yang, the starting price for this folding fan must be quite high, right?"

A monk asked loudly!

"Of course, the starting price is 20 million spiritual coins, the one with the highest price will win!"

Lao Yang said!

"I will pay 20 million..."

Someone immediately shouted out!

"I will pay 40 million..."

"I will pay 60 million..."

As soon as this started, someone shouted 60 million. It seemed like everyone really liked it!

"I'll give you 100 million!"

At this time, a thin monk stood up and said one hundred million!

This shocked many people. Although this thing is a good thing, the price is not something that everyone can afford!

When the monk saw that no one spoke, he had a smile on his face. It seemed that he was bound to win!

"One hundred and ten million..."

Just when the monk felt confident, Chen Ping suddenly spoke!


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