When Dongfang Mo walked into this "magic weapon forest", a red-robed man in his early twenties appeared in front of him, this man was extremely tall, but he appeared to be alone, giving people the impression of a thin bamboo pole.

"I don't know what this junior brother wants to see." At this time, the red-robed man smiled slightly.

"I want to see the artifact." Dongfang Mo was blunt.

"Hehe, junior brother is in the right place, my magic weapon forest is the largest place in Nanchuifang City that sells magic weapons, I think there should be something that my junior brother needs, but I don't know what kind of magic weapon my junior brother needs."

"I want a high-level magic weapon with a wood attribute!"

"What!"

Hearing this, the red-robed man's expression suddenly froze.

"Senior brother is really good at joking, and he asks for high-level magic weapons when he opens his mouth."

Then he said with a little embarrassment, obviously he thought Dongfang Mo was talking big. You must know that ordinary foundation building monks only use high-level magic weapons. Dongfang Mo cultivation will not exceed the fifth order, but he wants to use a high-level magic weapon, not to mention that the high-level magic weapon cannot move thousands of spirit stones, even if he can afford it, its mana is meager, and it may not be able to use it.

"What! Didn't you? ”

Dongfang Mo frowned.

"Naturally, there are no high-level magic weapons!" In line with the attitude of being kind and making money, the red-robed man did not look at Dongfang Mo coldly, but there was a little less enthusiasm in his words.

Dongfang Mo naturally looked at the look of the man in red, and he didn't care. He had seen Ge Yun use a set of high-grade magic weapons, and even suspected that the tortoise shell snatched from the girl named Ling'er in his storage bag was also a high-level magic weapon.

I thought that this thing was not necessarily so rare, but at this time, looking at the look of the red-robed man, high-level magic weapons didn't seem to be as everywhere as he thought.

"What about mid-level magic weapons?" Immediately, Dongfang Mo shook his head and sighed.

"There are mid-level magic weapons, and my junior brother wants a middle-level magic weapon with wood attributes."

"Yes, exactly."

"Coincidentally, the Burrow happens to have a mid-level magic weapon with a wood attribute."

"Oh, let's take it out and see."

Dongfang Mo raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect it to be just a handle, which made him look slightly disappointed.

Hearing this, the red-robed man couldn't help but glance at Dongfang Mo up and down again, even if it is a mid-level magic weapon, the worst one needs hundreds of spirit stones, this kid in front of him won't be here to tease him.

But when he saw Dongfang Mo's Taoist robe from the Miaoyin shirt, he nodded secretly, people can't be good-looking, maybe this kid is the son-in-law of an elder, and it is normal to have a rich net worth, so he said:

"Okay, please move and follow me to the second floor." The red-robed man stretched out his hand.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo naturally had no objections, and walked towards the stairs, the red-robed man bowed his head and gave a few orders to another young Taoist priest who was only a two-order cultivator, and then followed behind Dongfang Mo, and the two of them came to the second floor of this attic in a short time.

The red-robed man brought Dongfang Mo into the seat, personally served a cup of spiritual tea, and chatted with him intentionally or unintentionally.

"I don't know which academy disciple the senior brother is!"

"Myoninin!"

Dongfang Mo tasted the spiritual tea, and the secret way was not bad, although it was not as good as Yue Laosan's bitter head to entertain him, but it was definitely not bad to think about it.

"Oh? Could it be that the junior disciple is the third male disciple who entered the Miaoyin Academy a year ago? The red-robed man was slightly startled.

"Exactly down there." Dongfang Mo didn't hide it.

Hearing this, the red-robed man was shocked. It is said that there were two male disciples before that Miaoyin Academy, one surnamed Jiang, and the other surnamed Zu, these two also entered the sect a few years ago, and it is rumored that these two people are actually people with a big background, so they can enter Miaoyin Yuan as men. If this is the case, the kid in front of him, who doesn't seem to have anything special, can't say what the reason is, so that it makes sense, and he dares to ask for a high-level magic weapon when he opens his mouth.

Thinking of this, the red-robed man's attitude immediately changed.

"It's really better to meet than to be famous, I don't know my brother's surname?"

Dongfang Mo naturally took in his expression, and secretly said that he was a person who wanted to fight the idea of the senior sister of Miaoyin Academy, and he was extremely disdainful in his heart, but he still replied without any color on his face:

"Your surname is Dongfang, and your single name is an ink character."

"It turned out to be Dongfang's junior brother, it's really rude. The contemptible Wu Bicha is a disciple of the Beichen Academy, if the junior brother does not dislike it, he can call me Senior Brother Wu. The red man arched his hand.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Wu, who has been admired for a long time. I still know Senior Brother Ge Yunge of your lineage, but I don't know what the relationship is with Senior Brother Wu. Dongfang Mo replied, and then asked again.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Ge Yun and I are considered to be in the same lineage, but Senior Brother Ge is talented in refining weapons, and he has a great reputation in my Taiyi Dao Palace."

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo nodded, he had already heard of this, and then after the two chatted a few words again, they finally heard movement from the stairs, and saw the Taoist priest who came up with a delicate wooden box in his hand at this time.

After placing the two-foot-long box on the table, he turned and left.

Dongfang Mo's attention was immediately attracted by the box, which itself was a wood spirit root, and at this time, he clearly felt that there was a strong wood spirit in the box.

Ubicha smiled slightly:

"Come, let me introduce you to my junior brother."

I saw that he picked up the two-foot-long box, clasped it with both hands a few times, opened a few hidden buttons, and then turned around.

"Smack!" With a bang, the box bounced open a crack slightly.

"This is a flying sword with wood attributes, which is made of 10,000-year-old walnut, which is not only extremely sharp, blowing hair and breaking hair, but also because of the spade, it has a hint of psychedelic effect, which can surprise people."

I saw Ubicha put the two-foot-long flying sword lightly on his fingers and offered it with both hands.

When Dongfang Mo saw the slightly dim wooden sword, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly reached out and grabbed the hilt of his sword.

But the next moment, his hand slipped, and he almost didn't grasp it steadily, but he didn't expect this peachwood sword to be a little heavy in his hand, it seemed to be heavier than an ordinary metal flying sword, and the hilt was unusually cold, but after feeling a trace of spiritual wood breath coming from it, Dongfang Mo nodded.

Immediately injected mana, wielding a circle wantonly, only to hear the air make a loud sound, and an unusually fierce feeling came instantly. Not only that, at the moment when the flying sword was wielded, Dongfang Mo suddenly felt a flower in front of him, and a misty blue light appeared, and Wu Bicha's figure became blurred in an instant.

He shook his head vigorously before he recovered. Seeing Wu Bicha looking at him with a smile, Dongfang Mo was slightly startled in his heart.

"Sure enough, there's a hint of psychedelic effect, not bad." Apparently extremely satisfied with the peachwood sword.

"Hehe, that's of course, and the junior brother hasn't completely refined this magic weapon, the middle-level magic weapon can already refine it and integrate it into its own essence and blood power, and the power can be increased by three points at that time."

Ubitsa continued.

"That makes sense, but apart from this peachwood sword, is there really no other wood attribute magic weapon?"

Dongfang Mo nodded, looking at this peachwood sword, he couldn't put it down, even if it was not refined, but compared to the fire ions that Ge Yun gave him, the effect was several times stronger.

"This ...... Not really. ”

Ubicha looked stunned, but shook his head.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo had already expected it in his heart, and was a little disappointed, now that there are more spirit stones in his arms, the more magic weapons the better.

"Forget it, that's it, how many spirit stones." Then he said.

"This peachwood sword was personally refined by an elder of my lineage, and it really took a lot of energy, and it required two thousand spirit stones."

Seeing that Wu Bicha's words had just fallen, Dongfang Mo waved his hand casually, and suddenly a pile of spirit stones was placed in front of him.

Even if he was prepared, Ubicha was still surprised by Dongfang Mo's handwriting.

The two thousand spirit stones were taken out, and you must know that even a monk in the foundation building period may not be able to be so generous at hand.

Ubicha swallowed his saliva, but he was also a long-time veteran of the mall, swept the spirit stone, put it in the storage bag, and said:

"Senior brother is really a bold person."

Dongfang Mo is unusually affected by the slightly flattering attitude of Wu Bicha, and being rich is confident.

"Where, where, the things are good, this will not bother Senior Brother Wu, farewell."

Dongfang Mo also took the scabbard in the box in his hand, and after inserting the peachwood sword into the scabbard, he got up and left.

Seeing this, a trace of hesitation flashed in Wu Bicha's eyes, but when Dongfang Mo had just stepped down the next step of the ladder, he finally made a certain decision and hurriedly said:

"Senior brother, please stay."

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo looked at Wu Bicha suspiciously.

"Senior brother, but you want a high-level magic weapon?"

Wu Bicha looked at Dongfang Mo, and rarely showed a slightly solemn look.

"Yes, exactly."

Dongfang Mo was even more puzzled, but he still replied.

"It's not a secret, there are high-end magic weapons in our store, but ......"

"But what?" Dongfang Mo frowned, this Wu Bicha has it for a while, and it doesn't have for a while, what does it mean.

"Hey, it's not clear for a while, junior brother, please sit down again, and I'll show it to you below."

Ubicha sighed, but did not explain.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo's eyes rolled, he nodded, and he didn't care about delaying a little longer, so he sat down again.

"Senior brother, wait a minute!"

Ubicha bowed his hand with a slight apology, and then went down to the attic alone.

After a long cup of tea, Ubicha personally stepped on the stairs with a boxy box about a foot long.

Then he put the box on the table and said:

"I've kept my junior brother waiting."

Then he pressed his finger on the box, and the box suddenly revealed a circular groove, and Ubicha probed into the palm of his hand, took out a wooden key about the size of the groove, embedded it in the groove, and turned it slightly.

"Click!"

With the sound of a mechanism, the box was slowly opened.

Dongfang Mo showed an interested look in his eyes, he didn't expect such a box and such an exquisite design, it was really interesting.

When Ubica opened the box completely, Dongfang Mo finally saw one of them.

It was a handful of snow-white whisks.

I saw that the whisk was composed of a one-foot ink-colored wooden handle and a two-foot-long snow-white whisk.

The wooden handle is extremely simple, like a tree root that has not been artificially carved, as if it were natural. And the silk is slender and white, and Dongfang Mo can smell a faint wood aura when waving.

"This whisk is made of 10,000-year-old sand wood heart, as well as the mane of a Qingling horse in the late stage of foundation building, and the specific effect will be known by the junior disciple."

Ubicha deliberately bought a pass.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo showed an interested look, took the dust and injected mana, shook it gently, and suddenly "Huh!" With a bang, I saw that the snow-white whisk suddenly flew up, Dongfang Mo's wrist flicked, and the whisk suddenly exploded, and the air "snapped!" There was a bang.

Then take advantage of the trend, the silk is actually extended, the mind moves, and the silk winds the wooden bench on the side like a white zongzi, which is impermeable.

Dongfang Mo's eyes lit up, and the mana was suddenly injected into it, only to see that the wooden bench instantly turned into a pile of neatly cut slag.

"Although this dust whisk does not carry any magical powers, its attack is weird, and it is extremely tricky, if it is close, it will definitely be difficult to guard." Ubitsa explained.

But Dongfang Mo showed a hint of hesitation and said:

"Didn't Senior Brother Wu say that this is a high-level magic weapon, the middle-level magic weapon peach wood sword has a trace of psychedelic supernatural powers, but why does this high-level magic weapon not even have the most basic supernatural powers."

Hearing this, Wu Bicha smiled wryly and said, "Actually, this is a damaged high-level magic weapon, the mane of the green spirit horse was added the day after tomorrow, and only the ink-colored wooden handle is its original body." Because it is mutilated, its original prohibition has been broken, so it does not have any supernatural powers. ”

Dongfang Mo nodded, as if he understood, if the refining of high-level magic weapons was forbidden or the formation was destroyed, then of course it would not be able to exert any magical powers.

Just when Dongfang Mo was slightly disgusted, he suddenly felt the faint green fire in the bones and teeth in the storage bag beating, although it was fleeting, how could he hide it from Dongfang Mo's eyes.

Dongfang Mo's eyes couldn't help narrowing, and then he said seemingly intentionally or unintentionally:

"I don't know how many spirit stones this Dusty Crow Senior Brother plans to sell!"

"Although it has been damaged, it is true that it was a high-level magic weapon before, so the price must at least be ...... Three thousand spirit stones. ”

Wu Bicha glanced at Dongfang Mo and said with a slight hesitation.

"Senior Brother Wu, your dust whisk is not even as good as that mid-level magic weapon peach wood sword, how can it be worth three thousand spirit stones, I only have one thousand fifteen hundred spirit stones, what do you think."

"This ......"

Wu Bicha suddenly showed a look of embarrassment, you must know that he had seen it with a master at the beginning, this dust was a real high-level magic weapon before it was damaged, but now Dongfang Mo only gave 1,500 spirit stones.

But when I thought that I had seen this wooden handle in the stall at the beginning, I had only spent thirty spirit stones to get it, and with that mane, it only cost hundreds of spirit stones to make it, so I gritted my teeth and said:

"That's it, then fifteen hundred spirit stones."

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo nodded, waved his hand, handed over the 1,500 spirit stones to Wu Bicha, took the dust in his hand, shook it gently, and walked downstairs.

"Senior Brother Wu, Senior Brother won't bother, I'll come back to visit that day."

"Where does the junior brother speak, the contemptible person is waiting for the junior brother at any time."

Wu Bicha exchanged a few polite words with Dongfang Mo, and kept sending Dongfang Mo away, and then turned around and returned to the magic weapon forest.

Dongfang Mo wandered around the market for a while, his eyes glanced behind him intentionally or unintentionally, looking at the two young Taoist priests who had nothing special in the slightest, the corners of his mouth curled up with a trace of disdain, and he didn't leave until an hour later.