The first thing that caught his eye were two swords, one as long as a foot and the other as long as a dagger. It's just that at this time, the aura has been lost, and the metal sword body that should have been shiny has been invaded by the gray stone material, and it has been mottled with stains.

The two people present picked up a handful and observed, Du Rong's identification of the monk's magic weapon can be said to be a complete rookie, he can't see what level the object in his hand is, but he simply feels that it may be a little damaged.

But the magic weapon that can be used as the only magic weapon that appears next to this Yuanying monk is definitely not an ordinary thing, so he looked at Yang Lanxi beside him with questioning eyes.

"The predecessors of these two swords, one large and one small, should be at the level of spiritual weapons, and this similar shape should be a complete set of swords. It's a pity, it's a good material itself, but as this monk's natal magic weapon has also been hit by the impact of spiritual power, it can be regarded as completely ruined, and now it's nothing more than two useless ore lumps. ”

Yang Lanxi sensed the gaze holding the problem, and his slender fingers flipped the small sword in his hand to flip out a few good-looking sword flowers, and said casually.

It's just that Du Rong looked at the other sword in his hand, with a distressed and complaining look.

He also knows the magic weapon at the level of the spirit weapon, only when the monk reaches the Yuanying realm can it exert its effect normally, and this is still a complete set of magic weapons, even if it is used for trading, it must be traded in the unit of the above spirit stone.

I'm afraid that this price is at least dozens of times his current net worth, and now it is ruined here, the more I think about it, the more pity it becomes, and I sighed heavily.

After thinking about it, he put the slightly longer sword in his hand into the storage bag, and muttered in his mouth: "Although it's useless, I'll keep it, this is the first spiritual weapon I've seen, even if it's just a souvenir." ”

Yang Lanxi was also quite amused when he saw the sad look on his face, watching him accept this discarded spiritual weapon, and the idea that he wanted to throw the other one aside at will also paused.

The dagger-like sword lost its mark in her hand, and she explained in her heart: "Well, it's good as a memorial, isn't it?"

I just felt that my face was a little hotter than usual.

put away the useless spiritual weapons in his hand, melted them on the ground on the chest of dry bones, pulled out a storage bag, patted off the floating soil on it, and could still see the gold silk thread inlaid on the edge of the bag, adding a simple and noble atmosphere.

It's just that I have been silent here for too long, and I still see the vicissitudes of history on the surface. But this is also convenient for Du Rong, who has lost its master for too long, and the divine thoughts that remain on it have long since dissipated, and it is easy to open it, and the spiritual sense seeps into it......

"Tsk!"

"Tsk!"

There was a sound of admiration in his mouth.

He found that the inside of the storage bag was surprisingly large, with more than ten feet on each side, forming a huge regular space, but it was too empty.

Inside, only a few hundred fist-sized stones glowing green, a white cloth cloth, and a quaint wooden box with multiple sigils attached to it and sealed with an unknown black wood.

As soon as the spirit moved, one of them flew straight into his hand from the mouth of the bag, and the familiar but much richer energy flowed in the palm of his hand, smelling the slight smell of stone, and at the same time, it was also the taste of money that people were striving for.

"This is, this is a high-grade spirit stone?" Du Rong exclaimed in a low voice.

This thing had the same pure energy, and at the same time was a whole circle larger than the medium-grade spirit stone, although it had not been seen, it was still quickly judged.

"So, what are these two things?" he took out the rest of the white cloth and the tightly sealed wooden box.

The wooden box with a thick talisman seal was melted and did not dare to act rashly, so he put it aside first and observed the cloth in his hand.

I don't know what this material is made of, although it can't be called a magic weapon, but I feel that the tentacles are flexible and strong, and some of the imprints after writing seep out from the other side, with a little bit of traces of pen and ink smudge after the pen, so he also turned the things in his hand to look at it.

Fonts that he had never seen before were densely spread across the entire canvas, and there were some similarities to the characters he used now, but they were not at all the same system.

It's also a square word, and the radicals used are very different from those used in this world, even if they look familiar, they don't recognize one of them.

However, there is a lot of space between each paragraph of these new fonts, and there are horizontal lines under the different fonts, filling in the current language and writing, and there are not only words and phrases between the lines, but also many opinions and conjectures of the original owners.

Although there are still some gaps in some of the fonts, after reading through it, you can also see that this cloth is like a translation of an unknown exercise, and the writing and drawing on the cloth can more intuitively explain one's own ideas than making a record jade slip.

It's just that I don't know what kind of exercises are recorded on it, so that such a high-ranking monk even treasures such a translation document so carefully.

Curious, Du Rong planned to continue looking, but unexpectedly, the jade hand with the fragrant wind beside him reached out, took the cloth in his hand, pointed to the bones in front of them and said coldly: "If you want to be the second dry bone like this, then I won't stop you from continuing to look at it." ”

Yang Lanxi was on the side when he read the content on the cloth, but he subconsciously looked at the thing in his hand and found that something was wrong, so he snatched it over, his eyes were quite solemn.

"What's the matter, could it be that this exercise is an evil skill, and it is the culprit that caused this Yuan Infant Monk to die here?" Thinking of what he saw in this secret room, Du Rong sorted out the problem for a while, but gave a seemingly reasonable explanation.

"You take out the thing in the left hand of this skeleton first. Yang Lanxi didn't answer his question directly, but her eyes indicated the location she was talking about.

Looking down closely, Du Rong found that there seemed to be something hidden in the left hand of the dry bones clenched into a fist under his feet, only revealing a very small golden corner, which would be extremely difficult to find if someone hadn't told him otherwise.

Bending down, he saw that the exposed area was so small that he had to twist the nails of his thumb and forefinger, ready to pump it out.

Forehead?

Unexpectedly, there was no resistance, and the thing melted out of its clenched fist, and it was silky smooth.

This liquid thing is golden all over, but in the process of being extracted, it condenses, and when it is fully revealed, it is originally just a soft thing like a piece of silk, and after losing the pressure of external force, it slowly stretches and opens, turning into a square board.

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