Volume 1 The Mortal Realm Chapter 230 On the Colorful Law Robe

As time passed, it was Luo Xianwen's turn to exchange items, and he saw this person take out a jade talisman from the storage ring.

"What is recorded here is an eighth-order low-grade spell, which I obtained when I went out for trials, interested Daoists can consider it, there is no shortage of spirit stones under it, as long as it is a strange thing, you can exchange it with me. Luo Xianwen said.

The eighth-order low-grade spell is the top skill in the general sect, so when Luo Xianwen finished speaking, except for Lu Chen and Murong Xuan, the other twenty monks stared at the jade talisman in Luo Xianwen's hand.

"Fellow Daoist, I have an eighth-order demon beast pangolin here, I don't know if you are willing to change it?" asked a monk.

The demon pill of the pangolin beast was ground into powder, which was a holy product for treating external injuries, but Luo Xianwen was from the Xuandao Sect and did not lack high-grade pills to heal injuries, so he shook his head and rejected this person's exchange proposal.

"Fellow Daoist, I have a pound of purple gold sand here, which can raise the grade of the magic weapon by one level. A monk asked.

"Are you deceiving me for not being knowledgeable? Zijin Sand can only raise the level of magic weapons to the eighth order at most. Luo Xianwen sneered.

"Fellow Daoist, I have a strange flower here, called Heart Erosion Grass, which contains a poison that can easily kill the Yuanying Great Perfection Cultivator, and is most suitable for refining high-level poisons, I wonder if I am qualified to change your exercises?" another monk asked.

"Okay, Daoyou, I'm going to change it with you!" Luo Xianwen said.

The person after Luo Xianwen was none other than Murong Xuan, the young sect master of the Yin Corpse Sect.

"Fellow Daoists, what I want to do is this eighth-order low-grade magic weapon, the soul flag, the power is very close to the ordinary eighth-order middle-grade magic weapon, there is no shortage of spirit stone pills, if you want to exchange it with me, you will take the best item out. As he spoke, a palm-sized black banner appeared on this person's hand, and the moment this banner appeared, the temperature of the hall instantly dropped a lot.

Murong Xuan had the intention to show off, only to see that this person quickly made several handprints, and the black flags instantly erupted with a fierce aura, and the hateful grimaces loomed, and from the mouths of these grimaces, there were bursts of terrible howls of ghosts crying wolves.

When the people present saw that this banner had such power, their faces were excited, and their eyes instantly burst into flames.

"This fellow Daoist, there is a 10,000-year-old white jade ginseng in his hand, and he wants to exchange this magic weapon for you, I don't know what you think?" a middle-aged monk in a blue robe stood up and said to Murong Xuan.

"Oh, let me take a look at your white cloud ginseng first. Hearing this, Murong Xuan said lightly.

The green-robed monk took out a cyan wooden box from the storage bag, waved his hand, emitted a stream of white light, and flew to Murong Xuan.

Murong Xuan waved lightly with one hand, a flash of spiritual light flashed, and the lid of the box opened automatically.

There is a crystal white ginseng plant that is more than a foot long lying quietly in the wooden box, and the moment the wooden box is opened, a faint fragrance of herbs emanates out, and there is a vigorous vitality.

Murong Xuan gently picked up the spirit ginseng, looked at it for a while, and nodded in agreement to the transaction.

This 10,000-year-old white cloud ginseng can be used to refine the eighth-order longevity pill, which can prolong life for fifty years.

After a while, a large man with a rough face stood up, this person was very low-key and had not participated in the exchange of any items.

"Fellow Daoists, I have an ancestral treasure here, an eighth-order mid-grade robe suitable for female monks to wear, but I only exchange for elixirs or elixirs that can prolong life for more than two hundred years. Dahan said in a deep voice.

"Eighth-Order Middle-grade Magic Weapon!" everyone was stunned at first, and then their breathing became heavy.

"Fellow Daoist, can you give us an appreciation of this colorful robe?" a monk asked.

Dahan nodded, the light flashed, and a white jade box appeared in this person's hand, and the moment the box was opened, a seven-colored glow illuminated the entire hall, and there was a delicate long dress inside, on which a layer of faint colorful light flowed.

Not only the twenty or so monks at this round table, but almost all the monks in the entire hall were attracted by this glittering long dress, especially those nuns, whose eyes were even more starry, and they were looking at this long dress infatuated at the moment.

The appearance of this eighth-order mid-grade robe made everyone stop the exchange of items in their hands and quickly surrounded the big man.

"Fellow Daoist, buy this robe with five thousand high-grade spirit stones!" said a monk.

"Hmph, the average eighth-order low-grade magic weapon also needs at least five thousand high-grade spirit stones, so I want to buy this colorful Ni dress with such a few spirit stones, dream, the old man will give out eight thousand high-grade spirit stones!" said an old man in black.

"Fellow Daoist, the concubine has 20,000 high-grade spirit stones!" said a female cultivator with a beautiful face.

"Fellow Daoists, this robe is an ancestral heirloom, if it weren't for the elixir to find a life extension for the elders in the family, I wouldn't have chosen to make a move. Thank you for the love of the three Taoist friends just now, but this colorful Ni dress is only exchanged for items that can prolong life. The big man bowed to everyone.

Lu Chen's eyes swept over the robe, and he also became very interested in this glittering long dress, so he decided to replace this thing with blue water spirit pulp, first, to complete this person's precious filial piety, and second, it can be used as a token of love and given to Su Meier for self-defense.