Transform into the appearance of Peng Tianjue and equip him with magic weapons.

After saying goodbye to the two Fang guards, Sun Heng Shi Shiran headed towards the place where the trade fair was held.

The trade fair is in the north, and it is more than ten days away from the Chen family, which is also deliberately to avoid the inspection of the Golden Court.

After traveling north for a few days, the aura became thinner and thinner, and the number of cultivators became fewer and fewer.

If this decline continues, at his current speed, if he flies north for more than a year, the aura is afraid that it will be almost the same as the world when he came.

In that kind of place, the achievement of the Dao Foundation depends on chance, no wonder it will gradually become a desert for monks.

Sun Heng's original plan was to go all the way north from here.

It took several years to traverse that place where the aura was weak, and went straight to the battlefield where the Golden Court and Shangzhen Sect were fighting.

Finally returned to Shangzhen Sect and ended his more than 20-year fugitive career!

But now, he plans to buy the skin of the mirage at the fair, and then find an opportunity to change into someone else's appearance and go directly to the battlefield on the teleportation array.

This saves years of travel.

In the past few days, he has flown all the way, while practicing Peng Tianjue's exercises and supernatural powers in the sea of knowledge.

With his memory, in just a few days of exercises, Sun Heng has already used his skills like an arm.

Even, even more subtle!

More than ten days later.

Sun Heng, who was controlling the Flying Tiger Divine Escape, stopped in front of a lonely peak and activated the talisman in his palm casually.

"Buzz ......"

The mountain in front of him shook slightly, and if ripples appeared on the water surface, his body moved, and he was already rushing straight towards the mountain rock.

"Whoa......

As soon as the hard mountain rock passes through, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, but there is another world.

The autumn wind in the outside world is blowing, and everything is withering.

But here it is as warm as spring, and a hundred flowers are blooming.

Although this kind of means of transforming the four seasons of heaven and earth is not uncommon, only high-ranking monks can have this kind of leisure and elegance.

With Sun Heng's current eyesight, he swept his eyes and knew that this place was a formation created with the technique of Sumeru mustard seeds.

The formation is very exquisite, I am afraid that it can roll away at any time, which is equivalent to a moving cave.

"Fellow Daoist!"

As soon as he entered, two white-clothed monks stepped on auspicious clouds to greet him, and arched his hand and said: "You need to cover your face, ten spirit stones." ”

As he spoke, he handed over a wooden mask with a rough surface.

Sun Heng stretched out his hand to take it, and randomly injected a little mana into it, and the mask immediately shook slightly, and it sensed the formation here.

It seems that this thing itself has no ability to conceal, relying on the connection with the formation of this place, leaving here is just an ordinary mask.

Of course, because of the exquisite formation, I'm afraid that even Grandmaster Jindan can't see through the true face of others here.

"Let's have one!"

Sun Heng shook his hand and threw away the spirit stone, and asked casually: "I don't know how many days there are in the fair, but what are the good things?"

"There are less than 10 days left before the official start. ”

After receiving the spirit stone, the other party also replied with a smile: "As for the good things, there is a spirit tablet in it, and there is a record on it." Of course, if there is something that you want to trade, you can also leave a mark on it. ”

"Also. ”

He stretched out his hand and pointed down, "Now there are many Taoist friends here, and you can also make some deals in private." The number engraved on the token in your hand represents your room, where you can take a break these days. ”

"There is labor!"

Sun Heng arched his hand and followed the other party down and entered the hall below.

The main hall is vast, even if it can accommodate 10,000 people, it is more than enough, and the shape is even more magnificent, although it is brilliant but not tacky.

On one side, there is a three-zhang high spirit monument, on which many words are engraved with mana.

Sun Heng's eyes turned and looked straight at the top row.

Three magic weapons are impressive, followed by two exotic treasures, and a hidden robe with a concealing atmosphere!

And this thing is his goal!

Behind this object, there is a functional description.

It can hide the form, cover the breath, can be big or small, do whatever you want, and can blind the perception of the Jindan Grandmaster, which is a wonderful treasure.

It seems that the people of Jinting, like Wu Feng, do not know the specific function of this hidden heavenly robe.

Just think of it as an invisibility treasure!

In this way, if you buy it, you don't need to spend too much money.

Sun Heng lowered his head, asked the white-clothed monk beside him, and walked towards his room.

During this time, he did not plan to trade with anyone, waiting for the fair to officially begin.

............

Ten days later.

Sun Heng opened his eyes from the retreat.

By the time he walked out of the room and into the main hall, there were already many monks gathered here.

Two or three hundred people, cultivating in different shades, or in groups of three or five, or standing alone, each looking for a position or standing or sitting, looking at the center.

In the hall, I don't know when a high platform was raised, and there were two people explaining a magic sword suspended in mid-air.

"The soft water sword, a high-grade magic weapon, is made of the essence of water and the smelting of 10,000-year-old ice, and there are inscriptions of rapidity, armor breaking, and Genzhen, which are from the hands of the refining master. ”

As the sound sounded, the flying sword also changed its form, stimulating all kinds of wonderful uses, and slashing through the Dao Xuanguang in the field.

"The starting price is two hundred medium-grade spirit stones, and each price increase shall not be less than twenty medium-grade spirit stones, now, the bidding begins!"

"Three hundred!"

"Three hundred and fifty. ”

“......”

Sun Heng swept through the audience, found a stone bench with no one to sit down, and ignored the surging atmosphere in the field.

Although the fair has been going on for two days, it is now full of common magic weapons and spiritual objects, and there are no things that he can see.

Time passes.

Gradually, the things on the stone platform began to become more expensive, and some monks consciously withdrew from the main hall.

I don't know how long it took, there was a sudden silence in the field, which also made Sun Heng, who was squinting and resting, move his eyelids.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following things are all the best products of this trade fair, if you are not net worth or cultivation enough, it is better to retire early. ”

The person in the middle of the stone platform was replaced by an old man at some point, and it was the Grandmaster surnamed Jindan who Sun Heng spied on that day.

He stroked his beard, looked around at the people below, and said with a smile: "The starting price below is also thousands, tens of thousands of medium-grade spirit stones, even if some people stay, they will also watch the excitement, and it will even damage the Dao heart." ”

"Don't think that the old man's words are exaggerated, some things have the ability to confuse people's hearts, and it is common to go crazy at a glance. ”

As soon as his voice fell, he smiled and said nothing, but the momentum of the golden pill on his body gradually increased, and finally spread all over the audience.

"Whoa......

"Let's go, let's go!"

Under the combination of soft and hard, some people had to get up and go out dejectedly.

A few moments later, there were less than forty people left in the hall.

And these people are all the top masters of the Daoji realm, or the Jindan Grandmaster.

"Close the door!"

"Boom ......"

At the sound of an order, the main entrance of the main hall was pushed hard by two bare-knuckled men and slowly closed.

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