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Everyone talked for a while, and the venue gradually quieted down, Cheng Siqi sat in the back position, wanting to keep a low profile, but after the scene just now, he had no way to keep a low profile, because at this time, there were already a lot of monks around him, and these people naturally wanted to be close to Cheng Siqi, after all, the cultivation of Emperor Wu in the middle of the middle period was also considered a top master in the Xiyuan Continent, and some of them already knew Cheng Siqi's brilliant achievements in the Death Stream, so they naturally let go of this opportunity at this time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Everyone, since the head of Tian has arrived, then let's start, it's still the old rule, this fair, we can exchange happily, but there is one thing, please remember, no matter what earth-shattering treasures appear, we must trade fairly, and we must not force you to buy and sell, Lan once again implore you to give me a little thin noodles from Xuantian Commercial Bank!"

After the middle-aged man surnamed Lan finished speaking, he clasped his fists and saluted, obviously, as the organizer of this extremely high-standard trade fair, he must set up the rules first, so as to ensure the smooth holding of this trade fair.

However, Cheng Siqi, who was in the back position, had already set off a lot of waves in his heart at this time, and the more than 30 monks present were actually the heads of various sects, no wonder, when Tian Cheng brought himself, it seemed so mysterious.

Thinking of this, his gaze turned to the monks in the upper seat.

There are a total of eight people, judging from their costumes, they can be easily distinguished, except for the old man surnamed Lan, the other seven are all the bosses of the five first-class forces, and two of the two major forces have come, in addition to the Zhao family, there are also two monks from the Fengtian Sword Sect, and their cultivation is all at the level of the late stage of Emperor Wu.

As the middle-aged voice surnamed Lan fell, the venue fell into silence, and everyone looked at the eight people in the audience with expectant eyes, obviously, the heads of these small and medium-sized forces were all watching the actions of the five major forces, looking forward to the appearance of something that could attract them.

"Hehe, since everyone is reluctant to take out their own treasures, then my Fengtian Sword Sect will strike first, throwing bricks and leading jade, I hope you don't be stingy!"

After a moment of silence, among the two major monks of the Fengtian Sword Sect, the square-faced middle-aged man stood up and said with a smile, after speaking, he saw a big knife appear in his hand, and this big knife was extraordinary at a glance.

Cheng Siqi was stunned in his heart, he didn't expect that the first trading item that would appear in this trade was a low-grade spirit weapon, it seemed that the level of this trade fair was indeed not low, and before he could sigh, the voice of the square-faced monk sounded again.

"This is a spirit weapon-level broadsword, its strength does not need me to repeat, this time I am going to trade a Fan Dan, or a hundred thousand spirit stones!"

After speaking, the square-faced middle-aged man shook his hand casually, and the big knife in his hand flew directly to the table in the center of the hall, and almost instantly, it landed firmly on the table.

Looking at the middle-aged man with a square face, Cheng Siqi was secretly shocked in his heart, it seems that this monk of the Fengtian Sword Sect is not low in cultivation, the most important thing is that he should have refined this big sword, and it was this that surprised him. From the mouth of his master, the Great Elder Taishang, he knew why the monks in the Xiyuan Continent rarely used spiritual weapons, precisely because most of the monks' divine thoughts were too weak to refine spiritual weapons, of course, this was not a problem for Cheng Siqi, who had divine sense, although his divine consciousness was very weak, but it was much stronger than divine thoughts, although he would only use his divine sense to probe at this time, as for other uses, he knew nothing, let alone use divine consciousness in depth.

Sure enough, the monks in the hall saw the square-faced man's easy move, and many of them showed a look of shock. Even Tian Cheng's eyes showed imperceptible confusion.

It's just that what Cheng Siqi didn't expect was that as the big knife landed steadily on the table, the venue fell into silence again, but there was a trace of greed in the eyes of many people. However, soon Cheng Siqi thought of the reason, it seems that most of the monks know the difficulty of refining spiritual weapons, although they are greedy, but they all know very well that even if they obtain spiritual weapons, they can't refine them, it is useless.

A moment later, just as the square-faced man showed disappointment, an old man sitting below stood up.

"Master Feng, the old man of the Three Holy Sects Wang Yuan, I want to get this spiritual weapon, but I can't meet the requirements of Master Feng, go to Fandan, the old man doesn't have it, the spirit stone is only 60,000, I don't know if Master Feng can cut his love!"

After the old man named Wang Yuan finished speaking, he looked at the head of the Fengtian Sword Sect with a little embarrassment, a middle-aged man with a square face.

When Cheng Siqi heard the old man's words, he suddenly remembered the disciples of the Three Holy Sects that he had killed in the Death Stream to save Wu Laosan, and the monk who took the lead seemed to be called Ouyang Hong.

"Master Wang, it's not that Feng is unwilling, but the price you gave is too low, so you can only disappoint Master Wang!"

Feng Zhangmen said lightly, and after speaking, he walked to the table in the middle, obviously, he wanted to take back his spiritual weapon.

At this moment, a slightly old voice sounded.

"Master Feng, I am willing to give out 80,000 spirit stones, I don't know if Master Feng is willing?"

Looking at this old voice, Cheng Siqi found an old man with a vicissitudes of life, this old man, the cultivation of Emperor Wu in the early days, it seems that he should be close to the limit of longevity, through his divine sense, Cheng Siqi even felt that the other party's body was shrouded in a thick twilight aura, no wonder the other party's voice was so old.

Hearing this voice, Master Feng's footsteps stopped, and his face was contemplative.

"Okay, since Brother Yu has spoken, Feng has agreed!"

After hesitating for a moment, Master Feng said reluctantly.

"That old man has thanked Master Feng!"

After the old man surnamed Yu finished speaking, he took out a Qiankun bag from his waist, and his face showed a trace of reluctance, obviously, being able to take out 80,000 spirit stones also made him very distressed, after all, 80,000 spirit stones were equivalent to two years' income of a second-rate sect.

Although he was reluctant, the old man still stepped forward, respectfully handed the Qiankun bag in his hand to Master Feng, and then walked to the table in the middle and picked up the spirit weapon broadsword.

Cheng Siqi sighed secretly in his heart, he still clearly remembered that at that time, Lan Yan'er took himself to participate in the auction, there was also a spiritual weapon, and the transaction price at that time was also about 80,000, it seems that spiritual weapons are really rare in the Western Yuan Continent, and the price is naturally quite high.

At the moment when the old man picked up the big knife, Cheng Siqi clearly saw the old man's hand tremble, he didn't know if it was because the other party was too excited, or because the spirit weapon that had not been refined was too heavy, and the old man was careless. However, at this time, he was no longer the little white who had just started cultivating, and he naturally knew what a spiritual weapon meant to these small sects.

"Congratulations to the Holy Sword Gate, congratulations to Master Yu, for obtaining the treasure of the town faction!"

At this moment, a slightly sarcastic laugh rang out.

However, a random gaze of Sen Ran looked at him, and suddenly, the owner of this voice, the white-eyed old man, suddenly stopped laughing, this Dao Sen Ran's gaze was none other than Master Feng.

"Brother Yu, your Holy Sword Sect has something to do at any time, you can come to the Fengtian Sword Sect to find me!"

Seeing that the white-eyed old man stopped smiling, Feng Zhangmen turned to the old man surnamed Yu and said calmly, after speaking, he also handed out a jade plaque casually.

After taking the jade card, the old man surnamed Yu suddenly showed excitement, obviously, he heard something from the other party's words, for him who was close to the limit of longevity, the most unbearable thing was his own sect, at this time he heard the meaning of the other party's words, he could keep his own sect, and the other party had already handed him a token, so that he had already planned to gamble, even if the sect was defeated, he would leave a trace of inheritance for the sect, and he saw a glimmer of hope, and it was strange if he was not excited.

Almost without hesitation, the old man surnamed Yu actually bowed deeply to Master Feng, and thanked the other party with some excitement.

However, this scene on the field made Cheng Siqi have a trace of kindness to this Feng master of the Fengtian Sword Sect.

The reason is naturally that he still has a trace of relationship with the Holy Sword Sect, or that he still needs to accept a favor from the other party.

It is said that at that time, he was besieged by the Guo family in the Lost Mountain Range, and it was with the help of several monks of the Holy Sword Sect that he escaped, although the other party may not know about this matter until now, but Cheng Siqi naturally remembered it clearly, therefore, under the love house and Wuxia, he naturally had a good impression of Feng Zhangmen.

This little episode came to an end with the old man surnamed Yu's thanks.

Next, the five major sects, plus the Xuantian Commercial Bank represented by the middle-aged surnamed Lan, all took out their treasures, and the transaction went smoothly.

(To be continued!)

This is the second update of the day. Anyway, I insisted on more than two o'clock last night, and then I fell asleep sitting in front of the computer, and I woke up this morning, it was already more than ten o'clock, and I quickly packed up and went out, fortunately, the things in the morning were solved smoothly, and at the same time, Jiujin also finished the chapter that was not completed last night in time, but unfortunately, I just looked at the results of the chapter in the morning, it was really miserable, and my heart was slightly bitter!

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