This time it was the turn of an immortal cultivator with a deep voice. He pulled out an object that looked like a ring from behind him, and lightning flashed on it from time to time. The man looked around, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes under the mask:

"A rare magic weapon, the Thunder Ring, can be like an amplifier to expand the power of a quarter of a thunder spell, and the function does not need me to say more, you can understand it." The immortal cultivator shook the ring, and the thunder light shuttled on it like a snake.

"Eighty spirit stones will be auctioned, and less than ninety spirit stones will not be sold, so let's start bidding." The man closed his eyes, as if to close his eyes. The magic weapon is not equal to the magic weapon, and it can be manipulated during the Qi training period, so it is extremely popular, and the bidding sound is like a wave, constantly fluctuating.

Wen Jin's pupils flashed with a golden lightning light. His hands trembled, as if he wanted to join the bidding, but he held back in time. Not only because his purpose was not here, but also because he didn't have so many spirit stone reserves.

"It's a pity." He shook his head secretly, it was another treasure that was very suitable for him, but after all, there was no fate. But thinking about his purpose, it seemed to be a lot easier. His hand knocked on the stone pier one by one, and the sound was crisp.

In the end, the Yun Thunder Ring was successfully auctioned at the price of one hundred spirit stones, and the corners of the original holder's mouth rose, as if he was very satisfied with this price. Immediately afterwards, there were several rounds of auctions, but the things that were auctioned made Wen Jin secretly look at himself, and there were no treasures that could be eye-catching.

Soon, after a few successful trades, it was his turn. Every immortal cultivator sitting on the stone pier turned their gazes, and there was consideration, vigilance, and ridicule in their eyes, stabbing at him like a sharp sword, obviously a test for newcomers.

Wen Jin's action of beating the stone pier paused, and then he struck hard, and with a bang, the sound spread like ripples, wave after wave, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, exploding in the ears of every cultivator.

The immortal cultivators who were radiated by the sound waves felt as if their eardrums were about to burst, and many people immediately covered their ears, but they could still feel the sound burrowing into their minds like a poisonous snake. Only a few people were unaffected, and they only shook their bodies before they stabilized.

The group of cultivators turned their heads in horror, feeling as if there was a dazzling fire on Wen Jin's body, piercing people's eyes. The disdain in everyone's eyes disappeared like a receding tide, in exchange for respect, they knew that there was a strong man to be reckoned with.

Wen Jin pursed his lips, and his body seemed to be burning with demonic fire. He bowed his head slightly in satisfaction, this situation was expected by him, this kind of small gathering of immortal cultivators would most likely not be able to produce a strong foundation, and he had ten thousand ways to deal with a group of little donkeys in the Qi cultivation period.

With a cough, the sound echoed in the cave, and he stroked the Qiankun Ring unhurriedly, and a small dagger-like sword appeared in the palm of his hand, and then it rose up, circled in mid-air, and then landed in his palm.

"A flying sword." Wen Jin pretended not to see the shocked eyes around him, his voice was soft, and he said slowly, "This flying sword is flawed and not a good choice, but with it, the price is not very high." He looked around like a falcon.

"I believe that some of you here must be willing to impact the foundation building period, and this flying sword will be your best choice in the early stage of foundation building, it is not expensive, but it is practical." Wen Jin's words seemed to have a kind of magic, telling in everyone's ears.

"Also, after successfully photographing this flying sword, I will also give a beast pill in the late stage of qi refining, although it is like a chicken rib for people who are not alchemists, but at least it can be exchanged for some money." The eyes behind the carved mask were as calm as water, staring coldly at the people in front of them.

Everyone looked at each other, and even through the masks, they could see the horror in each other's eyes. Those who can command flying swords like arms, and even sell flying swords, in their eyes, are properly strong foundations! In this circle of qi training, it is undoubtedly the tiger that broke into the sheepfold.

The monk's eyes in the golden mask fluctuated, and his momentum weakened by three points, and he said, "I don't know what the seniors offered?" If the price is reasonable, I can buy it as a tribute. He seemed to be a little hesitant, because a flying sword, even if it was the most inferior product, was not something that could be touched during the Qi training period.

Because this person said it politely, Wen Jin's tone couldn't help but soften a little. He seemed to think for a moment, and then spit out a sentence softly: "Since this is the case, then ask for less, and start shooting with a hundred spirit stones." ”

The golden-masked man exhaled, his eyes as bright as the pearl of the night. He actually coveted this flying sword, because he was the monk Wen Jin said was about to enter the foundation building period, and every word Wen Jin said hit his heart like an arrow.

And one hundred spirit stones was the price he could afford, so he didn't hesitate, raised his hand, and shouted loudly: "One hundred and ten spirit stones." "Hehe, I can't let you fit into a flying sword so easily...... One hundred and fifteen spirit stones! A childish voice sounded like a needle to a wheat.

The face under the golden mask sank, his expression was as cold as a cloud, and he said, "Sell me and my predecessors a face, one hundred and twenty spirit stones." He cleverly tied himself to Wen Jin in the hope of gaining a deterrent effect.

Wen Jin leaned back slightly, his eyes were as uncertain as the stars, and he chuckled: "Don't pull me and you in the same boat, what I want is fair competition, you continue." A little sweat poured from under the golden mask, and his eyes became awe-inspiring.

The deep-voiced immortal cultivator also joined the competition, and the price quickly rose like a flying lark, and soon reached one hundred and forty lower-grade spirit stones. Wen Jin supported his chin with both hands, and the expression under the carved mask was inscrutable, but it was mostly pleasant.

The man in the golden mask licked his dry lips, and his voice was hoarse like a crack: "One hundred and fifty lower grade spirit stones!" This is the highest price I can support, and if you add any more, I abstain! After saying this, he seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and bent down.

There was a cold silence. The monks looked at each other and remained silent. There are very few people who can come up with one hundred and fifty spirit stones, and among them, there are even fewer who need flying swords, so no one bids.

The golden-masked man exhaled and bowed respectfully to Wen Jin: "Senior, it seems that I obtained this flying sword, please fulfill my promise." ”

Wen Jin bowed his head, stretched out his hand, and the flying sword was drawn into an arc of light, stopping in front of the golden masked man, trembling slightly.

The man in the golden mask precipitated a few more drops of sweat, and he couldn't stop this simple move. So he didn't dare to slack off, and with a flick of his hand, many spirit stones were scattered all over the ground.

Wen Jin smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the pile of spirit stones turned into a long dragon and disappeared into his own Qiankun ring. He threw it casually, and a black pill crossed an arc and was caught by the man in the golden mask.

"The deal is done."