Chapter Twenty-Three: Spiritual Weapons
"What magic weapon," Zhang Yuanhao said strangely.
He looked at a wooden hammer magic weapon that Long Xin pointed to, it was just a low-level magic weapon, and it was not brilliant at all. It seemed to be a magic weapon used by a bandit in Lion Tiger Mountain, and he was killed in an instant at that time, and all the things on his body went into his storage bag.
Picking up this wooden hammer, Zhang Yuanhao didn't feel anything strange, so he asked a little puzzled: "What's strange?"
Long Xinhao's white hand gently took the wooden hammer from Zhang Yuanhao's hand, spread it flat on the wooden platform, and stroked and knocked it around, only to hear an abrupt "click", and a crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the wooden hammer.
"Huh?"
Zhang Yuanhao's eyes widened, and he looked carefully at the cracks on the wooden hammer, and even the small repairs on the side came up.
Long Xin continued to pat on the wooden hammer, and after a few more "clicks", the wooden hammer was completely split into two halves along the crack, as if it were a wooden hammer-shaped mold.
Long Xin's hand lifted the upper part of the wooden hammer shell, and as soon as Zhang Yuanhao saw what was inside, his eyes flashed a different color.
It was a swarthy hammer that fit into a wooden shell, carved with countless strange textures, and it looked quaint and atmospheric.
Zhang Yuanhao knew that it was a magic circle engraved on the magic weapon, and each magic weapon had a variety of magic circles on it, with different effects and different powers.
Like his Huoyuan Sword, there are dozens of magic circles engraved on it, including the necessary magic circles such as "Transformation", "Imperial Sky", and "Acceleration" that are necessary for standard flying swords, as well as slightly higher magic circles such as "Sharp Sharp" and "Incineration". Zhang Yuanhao only had a general understanding of some relevant knowledge, and did not know the specific level distribution of the magic circle.
"Master, there is a spiritual array engraved on it, it is a spiritual weapon!"
Long Xin softly transmitted. She also knew that things could not be publicized, so she transmitted the message to Zhang Yuanhao.
The little cultivator didn't see any tricks, so he looked away after two glances.
"It turned out to be a forging hammer of a high-level magic weapon, and now it's a big profit!" Zhang Yuanhao blurted out seemingly unintentionally, but in fact, his eyes looked at Xiao Xiu, and when he saw that some doubts in his eyes dissipated, the worries in his heart also relaxed.
I'm afraid of this little cultivator, he is a monk in Beilong City, and he can't kill him, so he can only eliminate his thoughts in this way.
It's a magic weapon that can only be used in the foundation building realm!
Like those foundation building elders of the Lingguang Sect, most of them do not have spiritual weapons, and only the sect leader Sun Fei has a spiritual weapon, which shows the rarity of spiritual weapons.
Zhang Yuanhao smiled and stuffed the spirit weapon hammer into the storage bag, explained a few words to Xiao Xiu, and left with Long Xin.
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Lu Jiansheng was surrounded by scarlet blood, and his whole body was like a demon soaked out of a pool of blood, with a hideous face.
Behind him, there was a ruined ruin, corpses floating all over the field, broken limbs floating in viscous plasma, and the atmosphere was eerie and bloody.
It is a small, quiet village isolated from the rest of the world, where the villagers are self-sufficient and have little contact with the outside world, but they also live happily and happily.
Now, more than 300 people in the entire village have been killed alive by Lu Jian, and the blood is collected and used to refine the blood shadow.
"Very good!Late stage of the eighth layer of qi training!" Lu Jiansheng said to himself in a hoarse and sharp voice: "Wait until I collect some more blood qi and advance to the ninth layer of qi training......
As he spoke, the hideous hand that was condensed with dry blood scabs clenched his fists tightly: "I will slaughter you all over the door!"
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Zhang Yuanhao took the newly recruited apprentices to the façade rented by the Lingguang Sect for a while, but he got a lot of meeting gifts for Long Xin, but many Dharma protectors looked at Zhang Yuanhao with strange eyes. Especially Zhao Peng, this kid squeezed his eyebrows at Zhang Yuanhao, revealing a "you know" look, and smiled very silverly.
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"Auctions, you say?"
Hearing Zhao Peng's words, Zhang Yuanhao showed a thoughtful expression.
Just now, Zhao Peng told him that this fair was about to hold an auction at a short notice, inviting Qi cultivators under the foundation building realm to participate, and there were many good things to be auctioned, including high-level magic weapons, Zhuji Dan main medicine and all kinds of strange pills, it is said that the finale lot is a copy of three Zhuji Dan.
Don't think about it, let's see if we can shoot one or two main medicines.
Zhang Yuanhao shook his head, he was financially strong in the Qi Cultivation Realm, but he was much stronger than him.
Take the Lingguang Sect as an example, there are a few Dharma protectors whose wealth far exceeds him. They are all relatives of elders and even sect masters, and their financial resources are naturally not comparable to ordinary Dharma protectors like Zhang Yuanhao.
According to his estimates, this set of Tsukidan will at least fetch more than 250,000 spirit stones, maybe even more.
Zhao Peng handed Zhang Yuanhao a jade slip: "Here are some of the lots that will be released in this auction, see if there is anything needed." ”
For each sect power, Beilong City will send out a jade slip in order to attract more high-level monks to participate in the auction.
Zhang Yuanhao's spiritual sense was immersed in it and slowly browsed.
"Sure enough, there are meridian petals!"
Zhang Yuanhao was a little pleased. The meridian flower is full of treasures, the petals are the main medicinal materials for refining solid pills and black jade pills, the stamen is the same material for refining Zhuyan Dan, and the flower stems and roots are very valuable medicinal materials. And this auction, a meridian flower is divided into several parts, of which there are dozens of petals auctioned in batches, with their own financial resources have every chance to win two or three petals.
Continuing to look down, Zhang Yuanhao's face was even more shocked.
There are basically several main medicines in Zhuji Dan, as well as four or five high-level magic weapons of all kinds and a lot of exercises and spells, which dazzles Zhang Yuanhao.
Spirit stones are still not enough!
Zhang Yuanhao calculated in his heart that his entire net worth would be enough to buy a high-level magic weapon.
Do you have to sell the little hammer you just got?
As soon as this idea appeared in Zhang Yuanhao's head, he immediately vetoed it.
Let's not talk about whether it's worth it or not, if the news of my own auction of the spirit weapon leaks out, it will definitely be a big trouble. It is possible that the foundation building monk doesn't care about high-level magic weapons or even pseudo-spirit weapons, but if a real spirit weapon appears, he will definitely break his head and grab it. Whether he can keep a successful Qi training is another matter.
"Let's get some spirit stones first, and if it's not enough, then find a few good Dharma protectors in the door to borrow some. ”
Zhang Yuanhao thought so and returned the jade slip to Zhao Peng.
It is inevitable for him to obtain the petals of the meridian flower, and in addition, refining the main medicine of Yuan Ji Dan, the Hundred Years Purple Ginseng and the Shengxuan Grass, are his goals. He only has a hundred-year-old purple ginseng on his body, and he doesn't have a single one of the ascending herbs, so it is still a long time to collect all three main medicines.
In fact, he also fell in love with a high-grade spirit recipe and a fire-type high-level spell that he desperately needed, but neither of them could be afforded by his financial resources.