After Cheng Zhuoer took a sip of tea, he said slowly: "Brother Yuan, this price is right, if it falls into the hands of the Black Wind Twin Murderers, you may not be able to redeem this price." ”

Jin Zhilin said: "The spirit stone is dead, you can still earn it if you spend it, your ancestral exercises, if you don't redeem it, how can you explain it to your ancestors when you die in the future!"

After the transaction, He Qi smiled and said: "The Black Wind has been a thief for many years, and has accumulated a lot of magic treasures, and I can be regarded as having a little friendship with you below, if you are interested, I will give you a fair price." ”

This can be regarded as selling stolen goods, He Qi's vision is extremely high, and this collection of black wind and double murders is not as cost-effective as folding it into spirit stones in He Qi's eyes.

Cheng Zhuoer, Jin Zhilin, Zhang Zi'an and Yuan Yi looked slightly moved, obviously very interested in the stolen goods of the Black Wind and the two murderers.

He Qi took out the storage bag, and the black light flashed, and there were seven or eight more spiritual weapons or hooks or swords in front of him.

Among the pile of spiritual weapons, the Saw Sky Blade was the most eye-catching.

The flash of light in Cheng Zhuoer's eyes when he looked at the long knife with a ferocious aura may not have been noticed by others, but He Qi could see it clearly.

It's no wonder that he is greedy, for a weaker casual cultivator, a superb spiritual weapon can instantly increase his strength by a few points.

He Qi was slightly proud in his heart, although this sawing blade was not refined by him, but the things he threw out were welcomed and snatched, and there was still a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

"Well, everyone, I don't need to tell you about the power of the Sky Sawing Blade, you should know it. ”

"The flower boss of the black wind and the two fierce people, with the benefit of this superb spiritual weapon, rampant for a while, many fugue monks under this knife died, with this sharp knife in hand, the hero's courage can be a little stronger out of thin air. This is definitely a must-have for self-defense during a trip to the town. ”

"The friendship price is 20,000 spirit stones, so take it quickly. ”

He Qike said that he must be a regular customer who has participated in countless auctions.

Cheng Zhuoer's eyes lit up, He Qi was about to take out the spirit stone immediately, but when he saw this guy and held back, He Qi looked at the three people next to him, and guessed Cheng Zhuoer's little Jiujiu, Yuan Yi's power is not strong, and he can't compete with him, Zhang Zi'an is good friends with her, it is not good to compete, Jin Zhilin refining swords, although his eyes are hot with this saw blade, he may not be willing to pay a big price.

"Brother, I opened this price, but there is no such shop in this village. If you don't have the intention, I will take back the Saw Sky Blade first, and then I will find a knowing owner for the magic weapon when I travel to the next time" He Qi snorted haha, and made a gesture to take back this Saw Sky Blade, and indeed He Qi opened this price fairly, and found a suitable purchase price and could even sell it for more than 30,000 yuan.

Cheng Zhuoer hurriedly said: "Zhou Daoyou is slow and slow, I look good at this saw blade, brother, I want it."

After selling this, He Qi picked up a delicate small crossbow and said.

"Dark Moon Crossbow! Although it is not as good as the Saw Sky Blade, it is also a superb spiritual weapon! This thing can be inlaid with three Jinxing spirit stones at the same time, and when it is urged, the spirit stones will supply spiritual power and emit Jinxing sword qi. Just like a secular sleeved crossbow, it can be hidden in a robe, or it can be mounted on the legs and feet, and it can be fired at the moment of raising the hand and foot. ”

The name of this Dark Moon Crossbow is not He Qi's casual nonsense, but the three characters are engraved on the spirit weapon itself.

It's just that He Qi introduced it in vain, and although the four people looked envious, none of them were willing to bid.

He Qi took the Dark Moon Crossbow back into his storage bag, and picked up a very thin flying knife on the ground, rubbing it lightly, and the knife spread out like a fan.

"Mother and son lancet!" He Qi smiled at Zhang Zi'an, because her heart beat slightly when she picked up the lancet just now.

"One mother and eight sons, a total of nine flying knives, to control, you don't need to consume too much divine sense, but one can turn into nine people and can't prevent it"

He Qi said as he took the knife and showed it to the four people, there were a total of nine flying knives, each of which was as thin as a cicada's wing, but extremely sharp.

What kind of lancet is this, this name was taken by He Qi, and these words are not engraved on it.

The blade is pitch black, and these flying knives are all made of black gold meteoric iron, originally this material can even be refined into the hands of high-level refiners, but high-level refiners are willing to refine this entry-level magic weapon.

"Fairy Zhang, the friendship price is 30,000 spirit stones, I'll ask you first!" He Qi asked Zhang Zi'an with a smile.

Zhang Zi'an excitedly took out three hundred medium-grade spirit stones, and then took the nine-handled lancet in He Qi's hand and began to play.

He Qi reminded worriedly: "Fairy Zhang has to be careful, these flying knives are fed with poisonous things! If you are cut, don't be afraid that I didn't remind you!"

Zhang Zi'an was startled, sniffed lightly, and sure enough, he felt a faint sweet smell coming.

"It's the five poisons chasing the soul away," Zhang Zi'an exclaimed.

This kind of poison is hopeless for ordinary fugue monks, and it is precisely because it is extremely toxic that this kind of poison is rarely used by iQue monks to feed spiritual weapons, because the use of this method invisibly classifies it as an outlier.

He Qi saw Zhang Zi'an's worry, "If Fairy Zhang doesn't want to keep the poison on it, you can hand over this spiritual weapon to me, and I will give you a clean lancet during the day tomorrow."

Zhang Zi'an gains and loses.

Cheng Zhuoer said: "Don't bother Zhou Daoyou, 30,000 spirit stones are worth the money, how can you bother to work hard to help Fairy Zhang expel the strange poison above." ”

He Qi knew his intentions, he was afraid that after washing away the strange poison, the value would decrease, and the strange poison would be attached, although it would make others look a little strange, but it was a big killer.

He Qi took the bitter mist tea, calmly took another sip, moistened his throat, and continued to face the four of them to start a new round of introductions.

It's a pity that these four people have limited financial resources, and it took He Qi half an hour to sell six spiritual weapons and receive more than 100,000 spirit stones.

"Alas, leaving the Tianyan Sword Sect, in the future, you have to have a little idea of living at home and making a budget, although there are still more than 100,000 high-grade spirit stones in the storage bag, earning a hundred or so low-grade spirit stones is only equivalent to earning more than a dozen high-grade spirit stones, but it is also an income. If you don't earn a mountain of gold, you will run out of money, and it is a casual practice, and you can no longer treat people as boldly as before. ”

It's night!

He Qi is a distinguished guest of Linhuju, and he stayed in Linhuju for a few days, of course, he was not idle, He Qi sold five or six spiritual weapons to a few nearby cultivators who came to visit after hearing the news, and recovered 150,000 spirit stones.

At the same time, he chatted with this group of people and got to know the major forces in the vicinity and the Song Kingdom, and then said goodbye and left.

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

In the middle of Zezhou, five hundred miles outside the remnant Feng City of the Song Kingdom, a small courtyard in an extremely ordinary village is hidden in the secret forest, and this is the Broken Soul Village.

In a small wooden house in the courtyard, the dim pine oil lamp flickered a little yellow.

The faint light could not even shine on this cramped and cramped wooden house.

An old man with thinning hair and an old face lay quietly on a chair, his skinny and wrinkled face, and his eyes were very cloudy, revealing a dead silence.

"Xiao Jiu, although my two unsuccessful great-grandsons don't want to be surnamed Murong, they also have the blood of my Murong family. These two boys had an accident in Zezhou, this is a slap in the face of my Murong family.

You go and run for the old man."

This old man's name is Murong Li, and he was also a powerful figure in the city of Remnant Feng City in the past, but unfortunately he practiced the Dafa of illusion, his human nature is changeable, and the exercises are sometimes strong and sometimes weak, so he lived in seclusion in this barren mountain.

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