"I said, kid, that's enough! don't go too far. Feng Wuji saw that Yang Xia still wanted to buy it, and transmitted the voice to him, his face was extremely ugly.

"This young master, please raise your noble hand, buy it again, Ningyan Pavilion is going to close!" The fat man was not in pain at this time, but his liver and gallbladder were broken, screaming and transmitting, and he was about to kneel down for Yang Xia.

Yang Xia also felt that he was a little too much, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Everyone, the last one, I will buy the last good thing, take out any good goods, absolutely fair trade, Ningyan Pavilion as a guarantee." As soon as his voice went down, the crowd was surging, and the great power was squeezed inside, and the monks under the dark realm could only stand aside.

"Little friend, look at my treasure hunting mouse, let Feng Wuji judge whether it is an authentic descendant or not, with it is equivalent to having countless caves and blessed lands, countless treasures and immortal weapons..."

"Look at my Liuyang Flame Clothes, after wearing it, it will not be invaded, and you can travel the sun and the moon..."

"This is the Babel Tree that has been treasured for many years in this seat, although it is only a piece of bark, but if it can be planted alive, it can make the ancient god tree reappear and be full of immortal weapons!"

The great powers of the various sects and the old antiques all knew that Feng Wuji had a strong net worth, and there was also the Ning Yan Pavilion as a guarantee, and all the things at the bottom of the box were taken out, and the eyes of Yang Xia were dazzling, and he didn't know which one to choose after looking at it for a long time, until a big man with gray temples but a fierce appearance roared: "You things are weak! Look at the ancestral treasure of this seat, dig your ancestral grave!"

With a roar, this place was extremely quiet, all the monks looked at this big man, even Yang Xia's eyes were shocked, looking at the shovel in the big man's hand, and asked, "What is the name of your magic weapon?"

"Planing your ancestral grave! This is the earth-shattering thing left by the ancestors, and it has been passed on to this seat for eighteen generations, and it is extremely rare!" The middle-aged man proudly raised the shovel in his hand, the shovel handle is wooden, there are some cracks, it looks very ancient, and on the shovel, a mysterious air turn, if the shadow appears, it is very extraordinary.

"I'll see. Feng Wuji was also shocked by this name, walked up and looked at this shovel for a long time, and frowned: "Who are you going to be? This shovel is still worth something from this Xuanlong wood, and it will be passed down to eighteen generations! Why don't you say that this thing is a Great Dao artifact." ”

"Really! This handle has been handed down to my ancestors for eighteen generations, and my ancestors once said that this thing is very big, and asked me not to show it easily. Seeing that Feng Wuji said that the eighteenth generation of ancestral things was almost worthless, the big man was anxious and explained loudly.

"Your ancestors must be crazy! Whoever of you here has never seen a good treasure, come, give you this very big thing to appreciate and admire, and see how big it is. Feng Wuji sneered, and passed the handle in his hand to the ancestral grave of your family all over the present, after hundreds of hands repeatedly probed, the great power present unanimously agreed that what Feng Wuji said was not bad, this shovel is just like the old scourge said, the shovel itself is made of fine iron, it is not worth anything at all, except for the extremely rare Xuanlong wood in the handle, I can't see anything extraordinary.

"How can it be like this...... Feng Wuji's mouth big man still didn't believe it, but this group of powerful people all shook their heads, no one recognized this thing, when this stalk of your ancestral grave returned to the hands of the big man, he was already lost, and his face was haggard.

"In this way, for the sake of the name of this magic weapon, I will give you two thousand top-grade spirit stones, and it is not bad for you to sell this famous magic weapon to that little ghost, and let him use it to dig a thatched house. Feng Wuji stepped forward and patted the big man on the shoulder, and took out two thousand top-grade spirit stones to buy this planer for your ancestral grave.

"Less, even if this shovel is not an ancient secret treasure, but the handle is an extremely rare Xuanlong wood, I don't need a spirit stone, I just want to change a magic scripture that can forge a spiritual spirit. The big man shook his head, his face was still a little pale, and he smiled bitterly at Feng Wuji's words, he wanted to take out the family heirloom treasure and change it to a top Dharma Sutra in Feng Wuji's place, but unfortunately he took out the family heirloom artifact that had been passed down for eighteen generations and was nothing, and now he wanted to change it to a good Soul Forging Sutra There was little hope.

"Just this thing and still want to change the magic scripture for forging the spirit, why don't you go and ask for the Yuan Spirit Technique of Tianxin. "There are powerful sneers, sneering and mocking, sneering at this great Han Arabian Nights, forging spiritual spirit scriptures are scarce, all of them are controlled by the hands of the big sects, and they will never be passed on, and it is difficult to exchange them for no heavenly wonders.

"Seeing that you have been stuck in the Tongyun Realm for many years, it must be that the spiritual foundation is incomplete, the deity is kind this time, and I will pass on a method of cultivating your spiritual spirit, and you can cultivate up to the Tongshen Realm, how about it?" Feng Wuji touched his chin and spoke, making many great powers feel incredible, this old scourge is not profitable and cannot afford to be early, if you don't blackmail others, others will burn high incense, at this time, so kind-hearted people can't figure it out, and looked at the shovel in the hand of the big man again, but still didn't see any way.

"This ....." Dahan was embarrassed and a little reluctant, he wanted a complete spiritual cultivation scripture, not a broken scripture.

"Don't agree yet, Feng Wuji is willing to suffer, this is the first time in the eons, this is the first time in the eons that this family heirloom treasure of yours is worth the Xuanlong Wood, and it is difficult to exchange it for the Dharma Sutra of cultivating the soul. "Someone sent a message to the big man, let him agree quickly.

"Okay, deal!" Dahan gritted his teeth and threw this planing of your ancestral grave to Yang Xia, Feng Wuji smiled, took out a broken scripture and handed it to Dahan, and the two sides reached a deal.

"Okay, I've bought it today, let's go, little ghost!" After buying the eighteenth-generation heirloom of this big man, Feng Wuji squeezed out of the crowd with a big shovel and extremely depressed Yang Xia.

"Don't, I still have good things here..... Many great powers were disappointed, Feng Wuji had a strong net worth, and there were many good things, and today was a rare opportunity to make him bleed, seeing that the old scourge was going to take Yang Xia away, many great powers still refused to give up.

"Don't buy it!" Feng Wuji didn't care about it, the fat man of the Ning Yan Pavilion said a few words, took Yang Xia straight to the outside of the Ning Yan Pavilion, and after going out of the city to a secluded place, he grabbed the shovel in Yang Xia's hand and stroked it, and the old face was about to smile.

"I knew there was a problem, how could you suffer? Say, where is the secret?" Yang Xia shook his head, from beginning to end, he didn't say a word to see that Feng Wuji was acting, if this shovel was worthless, this old scourge would not look at it.

"Hehe, this shovel is a good thing that is attached to this qi!" Feng Wuji touched the mysterious qi on the shovel extremely excitedly, and when he touched it, this qi was separated from Feng Wuji's fingers, and he didn't dare to touch his fingers, like a living thing, which surprised Yang Xia.

"Still pretending!" Feng Wuji saw that this qi was still misty, sneered, flicked his fingers at the edge of the spade, and his fingertips swallowed, screaming at this mysterious qi, and his voice was like a ghost: "How can you see it, old guy?"

"Alive?" Yang Xia never thought that a qi was actually a living thing, and could speak, he stepped forward, and the learning style was like a flick of his fingers, and the result was that this qi turned into an open mouth, and bit him viciously, and the painful Yang Xia blew his fingers and scolded angrily: "What the hell is this?"

"Everything in heaven and earth can become a spirit, this is an innate source qi, which has to be created to give birth to spiritual wisdom, this kind of thing will devour the monk's longevity and cultivation, that the great man is not unqualified to cultivate to the Tongyuan realm, but this innate origin qi continues to devour his mana, eating away at his longevity, for a long time, the great man of the Tongyun realm will definitely die, and the deity estimates that his ancestors of the first seventeen generations were killed by this innate origin qi. Feng Wuji looked at Yang Xia who was blowing his fingers, and said slowly.

"Old fellow, I am the Holy Spirit born and nurtured by heaven and earth, if you move me, the heavens will punish you!" This innate origin qi was seen through by Feng Wuji, and his voice was fiercely threatened.

"The deity has never seen anything, how many years have you only experienced? You have not even cultivated your body to threaten the deity, and today you are just used to fulfill this little ghost. Feng Wuji shook his head, raised his hand and grabbed it, palming it into a thousand things, peeling off this innate origin qi directly from the spade, making it scream continuously, when the origin qi was separated from the natal thing attached to it, it turned into a spirit snake, wandering in Feng Wuji's palm, extremely frightened.

"This thing is so weak, can it really kill that man's seventeenth generation ancestor?" Yang Xia felt that this innate origin qi was extremely weak, and he didn't know what to do.

"The Holy Spirit incarnated by the heavens is different from the monks, the monks practice against the sky, it is extremely difficult to ascend to the heavens in one step, and the Holy Spirit is different, blessed by nature, as long as you are born, the Holy Law will be completed, and you will respect the world alone, you don't look at this innate origin Qi is weak, as long as it cultivates the body, you may not be an opponent in the same realm with it. Feng Wuji patiently explained the secrets of the heavens to Yang Xia, which touched him greatly.