The fairy beast is on the side of the fairy word.

If anything can be paired with the immortal character, its value can increase sharply, just like the nectar of the immortal flower that Ling Zheng chose before.

But the word fairy beast is definitely not something that can be compared with the fairy flower. Immortal beasts, known as the powerful demon beasts that can compete with the legendary immortals during the peak period of growth, are so powerful that they are difficult to describe in words.

And now, Dongfang Pu Cheng actually chose a fairy beast egg, which could simply make any cultivator present crazy.

Yan Huidu was also stunned for a while after Dongfang Pu Cheng selected the eggs of the immortal beasts. But this Lei Yan Taishi is obviously not an ordinary person, and after carefully observing for a while, Yan Huidu said loudly: "Dongfang Daoyou, this egg seems to be a dead egg. The golden streaks on it did not flicker in any way, as the legend suggests. Such an immortal beast egg cannot hatch an immortal beast. ”

Yan Huidu's words made the noisy scene that was about to get out of control instantly calm down, like a pot of water that was about to boil and a large piece of ice was thrown into it, and the frenzy suddenly decreased.

Dongfang Pucheng naturally knew this, and said with a smile: "Yes, it's a pity." If you can select a living immortal beast egg, you can have another immortal beast reappear on the continent. Tsk, if that's the case, there's no need for this supernatural gamble to continue. ”

Dongfang Pu Cheng's words revealed a kind of regret, and then said: "However, even if it is a dead immortal beast egg, the value contained in it is not low. This point, Yan Taishi should know better than me. ”

Yan Huidu nodded, then looked at Ling Zheng, and said lightly: "Since that's the case, Ling Zheng Xiaoyou, please." ”

Ling Zheng seemed to be a little distracted just now, and was called by Yan Huidu, so he woke up and nodded with a smile.

Immediately, Ling Zheng walked towards the mysterious place he had chosen called the short-nosed elephant.

Needless to say, the shape of the short-nosed elephant is naturally needless to say, among the more than 20 miracles in this square, the price of the short-nosed elephant is considered to be middle and low-grade, and there was no formation mage who thought that there would be anything good in it before.

Because, the shape of this thing is so cold, like an elephant with its trunk cut off, funny and weird.

The price of 300,000 five-grade spirit jade, in Dengxian City, you may be able to choose a good miracle, because there is no shortage of this kind of thing there. But among the different places of the Dongyan royal family, they could only pick out such a place, and Ling Zheng still had the heart to think about the fact that the prices in this place were really high.

Ling Zheng's movements and steps were the same as before, crisp and neat, and he immediately withdrew his arm after grabbing it.

This time he chose a sword from the short-nosed elephant, a sword that looked very quaint, like a sword embryo, but was intact.

Because there is no blood to confess the Lord, and this thing looks like a sword carved out of stone, there is nothing remarkable about it at all.

Yan Huidu's brows furrowed, and he took the sword that Ling Zheng had chosen, and he also looked at it, wanting to confess the lord with blood, but it was not easy to do so, and he couldn't judge the value of this thing for a while.

For a while, everyone was a little contemptuous of the sword that Ling Zheng had chosen from the other, and even Ling Zheng himself looked at the sword that looked very simple, and felt that something had gone wrong with the sensing ability of the attributeless spirit vein.

The only one who looked extremely excited was Xiang Xuefeng.

In front of everyone's eyes, this young man, who was called the strongest of the young generation in the Northern Regions by the mainland cultivation realm and was known as the "Sword Maniac", actually looked at the sword, and his eyes were full of tears.

It can be said that even he himself does not know why.

But he clearly felt that after that sword was selected by Ling Zheng, without any breath being released, it had already made the sword spirit in his body tremble.

It feels like a child seeing his mother, full of dependence.

Xiang Xuefeng, who has no mother since he was a child, felt this way for the first time, and couldn't help but shed tears.

Under everyone's gaze, Xiang Xuefeng, who was sitting with a big yellow cat on his shoulder, slowly walked in front of Yan Huidu with tears in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Junior Sword Sect Xiang Xuefeng, can you let the junior take a look at this sword?"

It was the first time Ling Zheng had seen Xiang Xuefeng have such an expression on his face, and from the tears in his eyes, Ling Zheng could see something. According to the rules, Ling Zheng took the sword from Yan Huidu's hand and reached out and handed it to Xiang Xuefeng.

After Xiang Xuefeng held the hilt of the sword with a trembling arm, the originally unpretentious stone sword suddenly let out a trembling sound that seemed to be able to shake people's hearts. An extremely chilling fluctuation was released, making everyone present feel cold, and there was a feeling of being pointed at by a sword.

And after Xiang Xuefeng held the long sword, a dazzling cold light rushed out of his spine uncontrollably, like a swallow returning to its nest, and flew towards the stone sword.

The stone sword that fused with that cold light seemed to come back to life, and after flying away from Xiang Xuefeng's control, the white light burst out, condensing a huge figure.

Those figures are blurred, but without exception they have a kind of domineering air that stands up to the sky. Moreover, these people are all holding a shadow-like sword in their hands.

The sudden appearance of the vision surprised everyone present, and the next scene made everyone present feel a little weird.

But all the cultivators who used the sword as a magic weapon and weapon found that the sword that was raised in their dantian or behind their back flew into the sky uncontrollably, and for a while, all kinds of light echoed each other, and it looked very gorgeous.

At the same time, there were also the long swords of the cultivators in the distance, and then all the long swords in Jinyan City.

As for the outside of Jinyan City, and even in the entire Eastern Regions, the swords of the cultivators were trembling uncontrollably, as if they felt something, and there was a fluctuation that seemed to be fear, which made the owners of these swords all frightened.

Not to mention elsewhere, on the last square where the Dongyan royal family chose a different place, there were two or three thousand long swords of different styles flying around the stone sword that Ling Zheng had chosen before, as if the subjects of a country were paying homage to their own king.

This vision of a thousand swords dancing together lasted for about a cup of tea, after which the flying swords returned to their respective masters or bodies, and returned to peace.

And the stone sword slowly fell in front of Xiang Xuefeng and stuck on the ground in front of him. A dazzling cold light flew out of the stone sword and flew back into Xiang Xuefeng's body along his spine.

can lead to a vision of a thousand swords dancing together, even if a fool sees it, he can now feel the unusualness of that long sword. Those who are thoughtful are already wondering who those phantoms condensed by the previous sword rays are.

But Rao is like this, and he still can't judge the grade of this sword. Although Yan Huidu was facing Ling Zheng's side, he saw that Dongfang Pu Cheng had come out with a fairy beast egg, although it was a dead egg, it was much more valuable than a stone sword that did not know the origin and grade.

Therefore, this second game of gambling can only be regarded as Dongfang Pu Cheng's victory.

In this regard, Ling Zheng has no objection. But he had already decided that even if he didn't win, he would have to get this long sword in his hands and give it to Xiang Xuefeng.

Because, Xiang Xuefeng's expression and demeanor at the moment when he held the long sword just now can be regarded as a child who has found his mother. When Ling Zheng lived in seclusion with Yun Tianyuan in that small mountain village, he had seen the expressions on the faces of children such as donkeys and eggs more than once.

Ling Zheng, who also has no mother, yearns for that kind of expression. And since his brother had the opportunity to show that kind of expression, Ling Zheng really wanted to help him achieve it.

Absolutely, we can't lose! Ling Zheng secretly made up his mind in his heart.

After handing the long sword to Ling Zheng, the expression on Xiang Xuefeng's face returned to normal, revealing his usual bright smile:

"Hehe, there was a gaffe just now, you go on, leave me alone. ”

Saying that, Xiang Xuefeng turned around and left, he was afraid that if he stayed any longer, it was very likely that he would not be able to suppress the restlessness of the sword spirit in his body.

Ling Zheng smiled and nodded, showing a very bright smile towards Xiang Xuefeng.

Xiang Xuefeng didn't see it, but the big yellow cat saw it clearly. It said to Ling Zheng, "How about it, boy, do you have the confidence to help this cheap boy get that sword?"

Ling Zheng didn't speak, and the big yellow cat was about to say something, but Yan Huidu had already spoken: "Since this second game is won by Dongfang Daoyou, then it is now in a draw." This last game is a decisive match, Dongfang Daoyou, please. ”

Dongfang Pucheng didn't wait to nod, and received a transmission from Liang Wendao:

"Mr. Dongfang, you must win this supernatural gamble. I can see that Xiang Xuefeng is very interested in that sword, and I want him to come and beg me like a dog!"

Dongfang Pucheng frowned when he heard this, and said in his heart, your kid really doesn't have a backache when he stands and talks. The old man didn't want to win in his heart, but now, the old man saw that this kid named Ling Zheng was really not simple. If you're unlucky in the last game, there's a good chance you'll capsize in the gutter.

Besides, the old man is not your Liang Wendao's dog, although the Dongfang family and Qianjimen have a good relationship with your Liang family, at least they have always been in a state of equality. You Liang Wendao talked to the old man like this, if it weren't for the fact that you are the eldest young master of the Liang family, the old man would have already asked you to find your grandma in a formation.

Liang Wendao naturally didn't know that Dongfang Pu Cheng was slandering in his heart, this eldest young master of the Liang family was already imagining the frustration and loss after Ling Zheng lost the supernatural bet, being ridiculed like a rat crossing the street, and Xiang Xuefeng knelt in front of him and begged him for a sword.

Liang Wendao was even wondering if Xiang Xuefeng would go crazy if he broke the sword in front of Xiang Xuefeng.

When Liang Wendao was in reverie, Dongfang Pu Cheng had already begun to burn incense to worship the ancestor shaman, preparing to make the third choice.

In the final decisive game, Dongfang Pucheng's face was no longer as relaxed and leisurely as before, and it was replaced by a cautious face.

As for Ling Zheng, it's the same.

You can't afford to lose.

This is the common voice of Ling Zheng and Dongfang Pu Cheng now.