As time passed, more and more monks gathered from the passage.

Perhaps because they didn't know each other, most of the people in the secret room were silent and seemed very quiet.

A foot away from Chen Ping, there were two monks with black cloth wrapped in their faces.

It seems that the relationship between the two should be good, and they have been whispering.

"Lao Xu, this underground secret room is much more dilapidated than the venue in Fengming Town, and there is not even a beautiful lady who serves tea and water!"

The speaker deliberately lowered his voice and muttered dissatisfiedly. Grabbing

"Hehe, it's not because after the last exchange meeting, Zou Tong Daoyou disappeared for no reason."

"Zou Tong, he is a top-grade earth spirit root, the foundation building seed of the family!"

"I heard that the patriarch of the Zou family personally pressured Jin Quxing, if it weren't for an elder of the Jin family who came forward to make peace, it would be two things to say whether he would be able to hold this exchange meeting."

The monk surnamed Xu said slowly, and there was a bit of schadenfreude in his tone.

"Zou Qing, the patriarch of the Zou family?"

Even though these two people were like mosquitoes and flies, Chen Ping relied on his strong divine sense and could hear it clearly.

This Zou family is the number one family force in Jinrui City.

A family of three built a foundation, and the cultivation of patriarch Zou Qing reached the late stage of foundation building.

"Zou Tong is at the peak of Qi cultivation, and he has several top-grade magic weapons, and ordinary people can't move him."

The first to speak continued.

"There are too many scattered cultivation forces entrenched in Fengming Town, who knows which one is the hot hand."

"I think it's a good thing that the location of the exchange meeting has been changed to Jinruifang City, and we who are cultivators don't pay attention to fancy service."

After the monk Xu took the conversation, he closed his eyes and stopped talking to his friends.

Chen Ping's face was as usual, and he was not interested in what happened at the last exchange meeting.

He's only here to devour the gadfly.

If there is really something that does not provoke him, he will be killed with a backhand.

……

As the official start of the exchange drew nearer, only a slight sound of footsteps was heard from the passage.

Then, the two figures slowly approached one after the other, it was Jin Quxing and the old Xiu Jin Wei who had just been introduced.

The two jumped onto the platform at the same time, and Jin Wei took the initiative to stand behind Jin Quxing, like his guard.

"Jin sent sixty-two invitations, and only one person was absent, and I am very grateful to all Taoist friends for their trust and support."

Jin Quxing's eyes were sharp, he looked around the secret room, and said, "Since the exchange meeting was held in the Immortal Pavilion for the first time, there will be no tickets this time. ”

"I hope that all Taoist friends can help me do more publicity in the future, and the introduction fee is still calculated according to the original thirty spirit stones per person."

Hearing him say this, most of the monks in the field couldn't help but nod slightly, obviously quite satisfied with the measure of reducing the tickets.

After ten breaths, Jin Melody Star stepped aside and plucked up his spiritual strength and said, "Next, the exchange meeting officially begins." ”

"The old rule is that one person can display a maximum of three treasures, and the time is limited to a quarter of an hour."

"The reverse of the invitation is engraved with a pre-list, starting from the first to the sixty-second, and I ask you to display the treasures in order."

"Thirty-four."

Hearing this, Chen Ping turned over the invitation and turned it into powder.

Unless he encounters something that he can see, it is really boring to communicate with a group of Qi cultivators.

"Invitation number one is here."

The first person to take the stage was an obese male cultivator with a skull mask on his face.

He had a bulging spirit beast pouch pinned to his waist.

"Smack!"

The fat monk slapped the bag, and the corpse of a scorpion with a long head and a pure black body fell to the ground.

"The Stygian Scorpion King, a first-order late-stage demon beast. Ma someone wanted to exchange for fifteen hundred spirit stones, or a second-grade defense talisman. ”

The fat man surnamed Ma said in a deep voice his exchange needs.

"What?"

"Fat horse, do you want Lingshi to go crazy?"

"The scorpion king of the mortal demon bloodline, even if he is alive, will never exceed a thousand spirit stones, Ma Fatty, you hurry up, don't fool people!"

Everyone said a word to me, and they all counted the monks surnamed Ma.

Chen Ping smiled faintly, this fat man was obviously a frequent visitor to the exchange party, and he wanted to cover up his true face with a low-grade magic weapon.

It's interesting.

Seeing that others could easily see through his disguise, Ma Fatzi simply took off his skull mask and said with a smile: "Don't worry, everyone, this is indeed a corpse, but it is a female scorpion." ”

The fat man smiled strangely, grabbed the two demon pincers of the Scorpion King, lifted them, and let the poisonous blood stain his body without realizing it.

"See?"

The fat man stretched out his fingers and said proudly.

I saw that the scorpion king's slightly swollen abdomen was wriggling from time to time with tumors of about half an inch, as if there were living creatures inside.

"The Scorpion King of Pregnancy?"

"No wonder, I said that the fat man of the horse will not get into the water in his head."

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned.

"This female scorpion was killed by Ma not long ago, and the larvae in her abdomen can survive for at least a month, do any Taoist friends want to take it away?"

The fat man crossed his arms and asked in a loud voice.

"Ma Daoyou, is it feasible to have a thousand spirit stones? After all, the number of babies born at a time varies greatly from a few hundred to a few thousand. ”

In the next breath, a sallow female nun stood up and opened her mouth to discuss.

"One thousand and five, no bargaining."

Ma Fatzi first clearly rejected her bargaining, and then said strangely: "Daoyou is too naïve to speak, if you can determine the number of young scorpions in your abdomen, doesn't Ma know that he will make a lot of money by dissecting it?" ”

The toxins in the blood of the Scorpion King could isolate the divine sense, and the Qi cultivators could not detect the situation in his body.

But Chen Ping is not limited by this.

His divine sense seeped into the belly of the demon scorpion, and he found that the female scorpion had about a thousand live eggs in her body, plus the larvae that had hatched in advance, the number was about two thousand. 淘戅戅

Fifteen hundred spirit stones are very cost-effective to collect.

"Then let's do it."

The nun frowned and sat back slowly.

"Give it a go, the magic weapon will change into a spirit weapon!"

After a while, seeing that no one was replaced, the fat man rolled up his sleeve robe and said bewildermently.

"I want it."

In the cave at the front, a bald man said angrily.

I saw this person jump down and hand over the spirit stone to the fat man.

"I wish you a victory!"

The fat man said with a smile.

The bald man rolled his eyes at him and quickly took the body of the Scorpion King away.

The first transaction was successfully completed, and Ma Fatzi did not take the second treasure out, and left the platform satisfied.

Then, a man wearing a red cloak walked quickly onto the stage, and this person showed a Qiyang Pill with one pattern.

As soon as his words fell, all over the field sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and the sound of intentional redemption sounded one after another.

In the end, the red-cloaked monk chose a supreme defensive weapon that a female nun had taken out, and then left the secret room straight away.

Next, the third friar went on to the stage.

……

The efficiency of this exchange method is not slow, and there are a few people in the middle who skip directly, so it will be Chen Ping's turn two hours later.

I saw that his old god was here to recuperate, and he didn't mean to go up.

After thirty breaths, seeing that no one had come out of the ranks, the next monk immediately understood, took a long knife, and jumped onto the stage.