137 Jin Ling Desire Bone Pen

On the fourth floor of Wenfeng Tower, a female disciple of the Six Dao Alliance stepped forward and said with a smile like a flower: "Shangxian, but you are here to participate in the fair?" ”

"A trade fair?" Mo Wentian frowned, as if he was a little puzzled, but he didn't speak.

Seeing that he had been silent for a long time, the female disciple naturally acquiesced, and said with a smile: "Shangxian, please come down and change your clothes!" ”

As soon as the words fell, she led the way in front like a willow, leading the confused Mo Wentian into a room.

The female disciple smiled and took out a black cloak from the storage bag, as well as a leopard-faced mask, on which the light flickered, apparently attached to a spell to isolate the spied eyes of the divine sense.

Mo Wentian looked a little puzzled, and hesitated: "This girl, are you going to let Zai Xia change into this outfit?" ”

The female disciple smiled like a silver bell: "I'm afraid that this is the first time for Shangxian to come to the top of Wenfeng Pagoda to participate in the VIP trade fair held by the Six Dao Alliance!" ”

She laughed a few times in a silver bell-like voice, and then patiently explained: "The Six Dao Alliance pays attention to harmony and wealth, not only does it not have conflicts among the C-sects, but also does not want to see unpleasant things in the business field, so it is hereby formulated a rule, but all monks who participate in the trade fair on the top floor of Wenfeng Pagoda must wear a cloak to hide their figures, and they must wear a special mask made by this alliance to isolate the snooping of divine sense. ”

Mo Wentian suddenly realized, and immediately understood, secretly thinking that the Six Dao Alliance was well considered, if they all wore masks to participate in the trade fair, and they didn't know each other, even life and death enemies could trade happily.

The Six Dao Alliance's measures to keep the identity of the VIP a guest were a lot more reassuring to Mo Wentian, although he had successfully built the foundation, the foundation of the Wuji Gate was still weak, and he was far from being the opponent of the Six Great Sects, so it was better to keep Taoguang in obscurity.

At the thought of this, he did not hesitate for a moment, put on the black cloak, and then put the leopard face mask on his face, leaving only a pair of clear eyes outside.

The woman's eyes lit up, as if she was impressed by Mo Wentian's demeanor, and it took a long time to come to her senses, and she said with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "Immortal, please go down to the top of the tower." ”

As soon as her voice fell, she gently lifted her delicate body, slowly led the way in front, and continued to walk towards the next floor.

Mo Wentian followed her unhurriedly, walked through a long corridor, and suddenly lit up in front of him, as if he had walked into a splendid hall, the ground was covered with gold felt, and there were twenty-four pairs of glazed lamps hanging on the beams, and sixteen Han white desire pillars stood at the corners, all of which were inlaid with huge night pearls, and the Ambilight overflowed the hall, and the whole hall was reflected in the brilliance.

In the main hall, dozens of sandalwood tables and chairs were placed in several rows, and more than a dozen monks sat quietly on them, but they were all without exception, wearing black cloaks and various animal face masks on their faces.

Under the greeting of the female disciple, Mo Wentian came to a more remote place and sat down, took out a few low-grade spirit stones from the storage bag, and threw them on the table very casually.

The female disciple's face was flushed with joy, and she hurriedly thanked her, put away the spirit stones on the table, and stepped back.

Not long after she left, dozens of low-level female cultivators dressed in flowers and butterflies stepped forward and offered spiritual fruits and spiritual wine to the seats for those monks to enjoy.

Mo Wentian picked up the wine cup and tasted it, and waited silently, 66 Seven or eight monks walked into the hall, each looking for a seat to sit down.

A monk wearing a bear-faced mask came over proudly, sat down with a golden sword, and before the wine and food were served on the man's seat, he reached over, scooped up the wine jug on Mo Wentian's seat, raised his head and poured a few sips, wiped his mouth, and said with a smile: "It's really refreshing! ”

Mo Wentian looked displeased, but was glared back angrily by the monk's one-eyed eyes, and said in a fierce tone: "Lao Tzu drank a sip of wine from you, are you not convinced?" ”

Mo Wentian's face turned cold, and his heart swelled with murderous intent, even if he didn't need to use insight, just looking at the monk's one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed person.

But at this moment, the sound of chime sounded, and a gray-headed foundation building monk walked to the front of the hall, looked around with his eyes full of gods, and coughed lightly and said: "The old man is the real person in charge of Wenfeng Tower, presiding over this trade fair, do you have any opinions?" ”

Including the Zhengcheng Zhenren who guarded the ground entrance, the Jieyu Zhenren who presided over the auction, and the Zhuji monk who was responsible for identifying the treasures, in the entire Wenfeng Tower, there were a total of seven Zhuji Zhenren of the Six Dao Alliance, and Zhibao Zhenren ranked third in the middle of the foundation building, and his status was extremely noble, so naturally no one had an opinion.

Zhibao Zhenren continued: "Fellow Daoists, this trade fair is still the same as before, first Wenfeng Pagoda will take out some treasures for auction, and then you will exchange them freely. ”,

Speaking of this, he looked around and said with a smile: "Now the auction of the first item begins." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a disciple of the Six Dao Alliance stepped forward, holding a long shaped desire plate in his hand, covered with a layer of black cloth, but he didn't know what treasure was placed inside?

The real person stepped forward and uncovered the black cloth, revealing the contents contained inside.

Everyone looked around, but saw that on the red cotton plate, there was a shining golden talisman pen lying quietly, the barrel of the pen was extremely straight, about the thickness of an adult's thumb, and the carved formation pattern was folded and shining.

Zhibao Zhenren said with a smile: "The Golden Feather Desire Bone Pen, the lower grade magic weapon, is made of the nose bone of the fourth-order demon beast toe bone beast, and the tail hair of the fourth-order demon beast Jin Ling carving, and the starting price is eight hundred lower-grade spirit stones. ”

Unexpectedly, the first treasure auctioned by the treasure is actually a talisman pen, the monks present are slightly surprised, the talisman pen and the alchemy furnace are as precious, its price is far higher than the same level of magic weapons, generally speaking, but all the talisman pen that becomes a magic weapon, has the power to improve the talisman rate, even if it is a talisman rate, it has to pour the energy of the talisman master for countless years, but once the talisman rate is improved, it means that the lower the cost of talisman, you can save countless talisman materials, if you accumulate over the years, What a shocking fortune would it be?

As long as it is a talisman maker, such a treasure must not be missed, even if it is not a talisman maker, but the elders of the six major sects of the monks here have cultivated third-order talisman makers in their respective sects, so they have to think about the sect.

Mo Wentian was also excited, he wanted to train Mu Yuxuan to become a fourth-order talisman maker, but he didn't know how many refining materials to invest in the early stage, but the talisman pen with a low-grade magic weapon not only saved countless talisman materials, but more importantly, it could improve Mu Yuxuan's talisman making skills as soon as possible.

In addition to his heart, he used his insight to check the information of the talisman pen from afar.

The name of the magic weapon: Jin Ling wants to be a bone pen

Magic Weapon Grade: Lower-grade Magic Weapon

Magic weapon function: The talisman production rate of runes below the third order is increased by 20%; The third-order rune rate is increased by 10%; The fourth-order talisman crafting rate has no effect; Talismans above the fourth order cannot be refined.

The talisman pen of the inferior magic weapon can only refine the runes below the fifth order, and the forced refining of the fifth-order runes will definitely fail, but even so, it is also rare and valuable, with the talisman maker, you can make talismans, although the talisman master is not easy to cultivate, but if the talisman is successful, you will continue to earn spirit stones.

Of course, all the monks here understood this, even when someone started bidding.

A monk wearing an elephant-faced mask said in a loud voice: "Jin Ling wants to have a bone pen, and I will make a wish to give out seven hundred and fifty lower grade spirit stones." ”

A monk wearing a tiger-faced mask said with a smile: "Although the old man can't use the talisman pen of the lower grade magic weapon, it is what the sect needs, and he bids for eight hundred lower grade spirit stones!" ”

This person did not deliberately change his voice when he spoke, and the monks present immediately knew his identity, and even Mo Wentian could hear that it was the Burning Heaven True Person of the Xuantian Sword Sect.

As soon as the words of the Burning Heaven True Man fell, a monk wearing a fish-faced mask sneered: "Burning Heaven Old Ghost, you Xuantian Sword Sect want to buy the Golden Feather Desire Bone Pen with eight hundred lower grade spirit stones?" The old man is willing to give out a thousand low-grade spirit stones! ”

A thousand lower-grade spirit stones are enough to make people stop at a price, and the innocent people have been thinking for a long time, even if the talisman pen is rare, but thousands of lower-grade spirit stones are quite worthless, so he snorted heavily and gave up the auction of the golden feather desire pen.

Mo Wentian used his insight technique to check, and he had already seen that person was the third elder of the Qiankun Sect, Guijian Zhenren, and he was also very excited about the Golden Feather Desire Bone Brush, even if he wanted thousands of lower grade spirit stones, he did not hesitate to fight for it, so he suddenly said loudly in the silence: "Jin Ling Desire Bone Brush, bid 1,200 lower grade spirit stones!" ”

He raised the price of two hundred lower grade spirit stones at a time, showing the momentum of the golden feather desire bone gesture, and the Guijian real person wearing a fish-faced mask smiled yin, but he no longer spoke.

Zhibao Zhenren smiled slightly, looked around and said: "Fellow Daoists, Jin Ling wants to have a bone pen, 1,200 lower grade spirit stones, is there a higher bid?" ”

As soon as his words fell, the one-eyed real person who was sitting next to Mo Wentian said with a smile: "Jin Ling wants to have a bone pen, and I am bidding for one thousand or four lower grade spirit stones!" ”

Mo Wentian frowned, and said in a flat voice: "One thousand six hundred lower-grade spirit stones!" ”

The one-eyed real man sneered in his heart, thinking that you are just a Qi refining period cultivator, an ant-like existence, even if you rely on your elders to take care of some spirit stones, but how can you fight with Dao Ye to get rich?

Although Mo Wentian was wearing a mask and it was difficult to know his true appearance, his cultivation of the Great Perfection of Qi Refining could not be concealed from the monks present, and others naturally did not know that he did it on purpose.

As soon as the one-eyed real person entered the main hall, with the sense of divine sense, he knew that he was the Qi refining period cultivator who was disrespectful to him, so he deliberately sat next to him to look for trouble.

At this time, Mo Wentian reported the sky-high price of 1,600 lower-grade spirit stones, which was already far from the value of the price, and the only eye of the one-eyed real person flickered, as if he felt that he had spent a lot of money to auction the talisman pen, but there was no practical use, and the qi refining cultivator had already lost four hundred lower-grade spirit stones, but there was no need to bid for it anymore, so he snorted coldly and stopped talking.