Qinghou Zhenjun's trade fair lives up to its name, starting with a rare Qingluan egg, and all kinds of rare things have come on the market. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

What is taken out and traded is a rare thing, and what is to be exchanged for will not be an ordinary thing, which is dazzling.

The heat of the atmosphere at the scene continued to rise, and Lin Qianlan felt like she was in the desert.

All of you here are high-ranking monks, and you don't have to roll up your sleeves to fight for something, but you can pull something that suits your heart into your arms, and there are cases where you will be red-faced.

Lin Qianlan couldn't help but be infected by the warm atmosphere of the scene, and when she saw that she could use it, she also joined the ranks of competition.

She bid, "A piece of purple-veined fine iron, a piece of dredging feather wood." ”

The feather wood she got was a whole plant, more than five meters long, divided into five sections, and together with the smelted ones, she used two of them for herself, and took out one of the remaining three for exchange.

The subject matter is a piece of falling silver spar ore, which is the best raw material for refining spirit swords unique to the Firmament Nine Continents, and she wants to exchange it for her master. Although the master is not a sword cultivator, his natal magic weapon is a set of dual swords, which will be used when refining and upgrading.

The value of the purple-veined refined iron is comparable to that of this falling silver spar ore, and with the addition of a piece of dredging feather wood that is also about the same value, Lin Qianlan is equal to double.

The one who took out the silver spar ore was a Yuanying monk with a wider body, and he said in advance that he wanted to exchange water attributes or metallic refining materials, purple refined iron was metallic, and Jun Yu wood had both wood and water attributes, which met his requirements.

In addition to Lin Qianlan, there were two monks who made a bid.

After weighing it, he chose to make a deal with Lin Qianlan.

The two sides exchanged two clearances on the spot.

Except for this silver spar ore, Lin Qianlan did not participate in the exchange, and only waited for Yang Sangmu to appear.

Not all the monks who came to the fair participated in the transaction, and the last five monks who came in did not open their bids from beginning to end, and they didn't know if they didn't look at anything, or if they had other plans.

The leader of the five was a gloomy Yuanying monk, middle-aged, with his eyes closed, and the excitement in the distance seemed to be non-existent.

Why don't you want to make a deal and come in, wouldn't it be better to come in after the transaction is over?

There are many monks with quirks, and the style of the gloomy-faced monk does not attract much attention, and the others come for the deal.

All of you here are powerful, and these five people are playing deep and finding the wrong place.

Yang Sangmu didn't come out for a long time, and Lin Qianlan had time to communicate with Shenchen again, "Shenchen, what do you say they are for?"

Styx sent back after a while, "I don't know. ”

"Then I'll ask them one more time. ”

"Hmm. ”

Chatting with the Styx carries a high risk of dying. The current situation did not allow her to pounce on the back of the dust and play a scoundrel, so Lin Qianlan had to focus on trading items.

Bloom beads......

A whole nest of golden-winged demon insects......

……

But when the trade fair ended, I didn't even see the shadow of Yang Sangmu.

Baoyuan Pavilion has been in business for tens of thousands of years, and her reputation has always been good, and she will not deceive her with fake news.

The change should be due to Qinghou Zhenjun.

After the end of the fair, the monks who participated in the trade left one after another, and some did not leave immediately, Lin Qianlan and Shenchen were two of them.

The wide hospitality area seemed to be even wider, as if someone had turned off the sound button, and the few people who had not left did not talk, and the room fell into a state of silence.

Qinghou Zhenjun turned, and the subtle sound of his robe swaying broke the unspoken silence in the room.

Seeing that the smile lines on Qinghou Zhenjun's face gradually disappeared, Lin Qianlan leaned on the back of the chair relaxed, and turned the Thunder Wand as a spear with both hands, and his eyes moved with the rotation of the Thunder Magic Stick, and when Qinghou Zhenjun stood still not far from her, he asked, "Qinghou Zhenjun, is there really a Yang Mulberry Tree, or is it an empty talk to attract me?"

Qinghou Zhenjun and their accomplices didn't take action against her immediately, not only because they wanted to kill her, but also because they wanted to get something from her. The most famous thing on her body is the Wand of Thunder, I wonder if they came for it.

They didn't do it immediately, they were absolutely sure that she wouldn't be able to escape.

Since they are so sure, it would be best if they could reap some benefits first.

I just don't know if this benefit exists.

"Yang Sangmu's matter is true, and Baoyuan Pavilion will not believe fake news. Qinghou Zhenjun said, and a brown trunk more than two feet long fell on the jade case used to place the traded items.

The trunk of the tree is thick and thin, and the outer skin is covered with mound-like protrusions, which looks like an ordinary piece of dead wood.

After a while, a light silver mist rose from the trunk of the tree, clinging to the trunk of the tree, flowing between the protrusions of the round mound, and not escaping outward.

Seeing the silver mist is a unique phenomenon of yang mulberry wood, and there is no duplicate one.

Lin Qianlan sighed, "It's good that there really is, it's not in vain that we have waited here for so long." ”

She was telling the truth, if it weren't for Yang Sangmu, why would she spend so much time here?

Whether Qinghou Zhenjun will ruin his reputation for hundreds of years and block her in public is really uncertain, it depends on Qinghou Zhenjun's choice.

More than 20 powerful monks, with Qinghou Zhenjun and his accomplices, could not completely wipe out.

No one is a great power, especially the scattered cultivation power who has fought all the way, and there is no one to mess with.

Lin Qianlan's reaction shocked Qinghou Zhenjun's heart, and she fell into the net, she can still be so calm, is she pretending, or is there anything to worry about?

What made Lin Qianlan fearless was the early Yuan Infant escort who came with her?

The six of them have two Yuan Babies and four Jindan monks.

Even if Lin Qianlan really had the strength to fight him, could this guard elder still stop the five of them?

Lin Qianlan's reaction alone could not surprise Qinghou Zhenjun, who had seen the wind and waves, and the reaction of the Styx Dust who was sitting next to Lin Qianlan - sitting steadily with his eyes half-lowered and without saying a word, he suspected that this Styx was settled.

Could it be that there was a mistake in his life and death, and he judged this person's cultivation wrongly?

Qinghou Zhenjun's divine sense swept his eyes again at a calligraphy and painting hanging on the inner wall. In the eyes of others, this calligraphy and painting is just an elegant thing to decorate the room, and only he can see that under the surface of the calligraphy and painting is an open book.

On one of the pages that he opened, it was written: "Stygian dust, born in the Hades family on Lingyunzhou Island, a monk in the early days of the Yuan Infant. The words "etc."

Dare to invite powerful monks to come to his cave mansion, how can they not rely on it? Life and death can be judged by life and death, and when he enters his main house, he will enter the life-breaking cage of life and death, and without his permission, he will not be able to turn into a god and an ancestor and not be able to get out.

The person who comes in, no matter what secret magic treasure is used to disguise or hide his cultivation, will show his original form under his life and death book.