Uncle Huo Ran turned around.

From the storage bag, take out a cyan jade plaque.

"Within half a year, I will hold a concert in Wangcheng!"

"At that time, you can use this jade plaque to enter and listen!"

Uncle smiled slightly.

"Recitals?"

Mo Ran was stunned.

Some of them were confused.

This uncle is a must when he makes wontons!

The strength of refining weapons is unfathomable!

He is even proficient in music!

"I've dabbled a lot, and I've got a little bit of a good understanding of the music. ”

Uncle smiled faintly.

As he spoke, he waved his hand.

Immediately out of the storage bag, one instrument after another.

Lined up in the air.

Several rows at once!

Banhu, Erhu, Gaohu, Low-Hu, Gehu, Jinghu, Leiqin.

Pipa, Yueqin, Da Ruan, Zhong Ruan, Xiao Ruan, Qin Qin, Liuqin, Zheng, Se, Guqin.

Xylophone, dulcimer, drum, cymbal, big gong, small gong, cymbal, wooden fish, cloud gong, shaker, brass bell, reed.

Flute, Xiao, suona, Xun, siren, trumpet.

Mo Ran was dazzled.

There were also some strange musical instruments, which he couldn't name.

Mo Ran once again felt the shock brought by his uncle!

Every instrument takes a long time to achieve a high level of attainment.

How much time did the uncle spend on the music and rhythm?

How far has he attained in music?

Mo Ran was full of curiosity.

"Isn't it hard to get into this concert?"

Mo Ran asked seriously.

This uncle's wonton is a peerless delicacy.

The music he plays must also be a supreme enjoyment!

It's in this royal city again!

Spirit Fetal Realm cultivators, I'm afraid they will all rush to listen!

This cyan jade plaque is definitely not simple!

"Fate!"

"Anyone who is destined for me can go in and listen!"

"Those who have no fate have to pay out of their own pockets!"

The uncle said with a smile on his face.

"How much does that cost?"

Mo Ran got to the bottom of it.

He wanted to find out the true value of this cyan jade plaque!

"Ten thousand!"

The uncle smiled slightly.

"So low?"

Mo Ran was surprised.

With this uncle's identity and strength, he can enter the concert for only 10,000 gold coins?

Mo Ran felt incredible.

"Superior Spirit Stone!"

The uncle then added.

Mo Ran was immediately stunned.

10,000 high-grade spirit stones?

What kind of price is this?

One hundred inferior spirit stones, exchanged for one medium spirit stone.

One hundred medium spirit stones, exchange for one high-grade spirit stone.

In other words, a high-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for 10,000 low-grade spirit stones!

10,000 high-grade spirit stones are equivalent to 100 million low-grade spirit stones!

One hundred million!

Mo Ran was completely stunned!

He only got a few dozen inferior spirit stones now.

Entering to listen to an uncle's recital turned out to be 100 million inferior spirit stones!

That's sky-high!

It's so ruthless!

Spirit Fetal Realm cultivators, not many people have such wealth, right?

Even if you do, are you willing to take it out and listen to a concert?

"Uncle, are you a little confused and confident?"

"Is anyone really willing to pay such a big price to listen?"

Mo Ran couldn't help but ask jokingly.

He thought it was impossible!

"If anyone wants to, you'll know when you go!"

The uncle smiled faintly, turned around and drifted away.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.

Mo Ran stood on the street corner.

He noticed that the vendors around him seemed to know nothing about what was happening in front of him.

Still shouting lukewarmly.

Mo Ran even had an illusion.

Did all this really happen?

"How do you sell the sound note seal here?"

Mo Ran walked a few feet away, in front of a stall selling talismans.

The stall owner was an early stage cultivator in the Mortal Realm.

It should be a talisman maker.

"10,000 gold coins a piece, buy more, you can get a discount!"

When the stall owner saw Mo Ran, he hurriedly smiled.

"Did you just see the uncle next to you?"

Mo Ran asked in a low voice.

"What uncle?

The stall owner was stunned.

"It's the one who just sold the artifact here!"

Mo Ran said seriously.

"Don't scare me, young man!"

"There are just a few of us here this night!"

"Where's the uncle?"

The stall owner looked around, suspicious.

"You really didn't see it?"

Mo Ran asked solemnly.

"Are you in a trance?"

"If you're too tired, go back and rest!"

"I'm going to be scared of you!"

The stall owner looked at Mo Ran and said with concern.

"I was scared by you!"

Mo Ran sighed.

He was not selfish, and walked to the next few stalls.

I asked a few stall owners in a row, but they all said that they had never seen the uncle coming.

These people don't know anything about what happened just now.

Mo Ran felt a chill.

He was skeptical that he was really in a trance!

Throw plenty of dirt and some will be sure to stick!

These stall owners all said that they had never seen an uncle!

Mo Ran is very good at observing words and feelings.

This man spoke, all with sincerity.

There is no trace of lying.

Even, Mo Ran took out a million gold coins as bait.

As long as someone said that he had seen the uncle, he would give away the million gold coins.

In this case, a few stall owners said that they had never seen it.

Only the last one, said he had seen it!

Mo Ran was pleasantly surprised.

Immediately, he kept an eye on it, and asked what his uncle looked like!

As a result, the man talked nonsense.

At first glance, it's for this million gold coins, and nonsense!

Mo Ran was extremely disappointed in him.

Subsequently, he spent millions of gold coins to buy treasures sold by several other stall owners.

But he did not buy this greedy man.

Looking at Mo Ran's departing back, the last stall owner was full of chagrin.

He was greedy and missed the opportunity.

After setting up a stall all night, not a single treasure was sold!

Walk the brightly lit streets.

Mo Ran walked towards the Drifting Rain Academy.

The reaction of these stall owners made him suspicious.

Are you really in a trance?

I wanted a sword embryo too much, so I hallucinated!

But when he went again and again, he used his mind to probe the storage bag.

Found in the storage bag, Zixiao Sword, Overlord Sword, and cyan jade plate, every time!

All this, apparently, is not a trance!

Not an illusion!

"It's horrible!"

"This uncle's strength is beyond imagination!"

Mo Ran sighed.

He talked to the uncle for so long.

Uncle also helped him refine the sword embryo!

Energize the purple flames!

It's not a small movement!

As a result, these vendors were unaware!

I'm afraid that the pedestrians on the street are unaware!

Mo Ran was taken aback!

If even passers-by can't notice the existence of the uncle!

So who will buy the uncle's spiritual weapons and treasures?

But he obviously heard the uncle's shouting, so he turned to look.

I met my uncle again.

"Really?"

"Uncle is waiting for me there?"

"I didn't notice him, so he took the initiative to shout and lead me over?"

Mo Ran was surprised.

Is it possible for this uncle to see some secrets on him?

Know the potential he holds?

Otherwise, why would you say such a thing?

When I help you today, I will make a good fate!

Someday, I may have a request for you!

These two sentences, the more Mo Ran thought about it, the more he felt that it was very meaningful!

He vaguely seemed to have captured something, and when he thought about it, he lost his head again.

He simply stopped thinking about it.

What should come will come!

You can't hide!

This uncle is very good to him!

It shouldn't hurt him!

Mo Ran quickened his pace and hurried back to the Drifting Rain Academy.

The assessment of core students is approaching.

The top priority is to plant the sword in the body!

Open the light as soon as possible!

If the sword can become a treasure!

In the assessment of core students, Bajian can come in handy!

PS: Thank you for the old book friends, the mediocre book friends, and the 100 book coins that the book friends are familiar with in the spring and autumn respectively, thank you!