"You mean, what kind of wind spirit pot is it?" Looking at the strangely shaped magic weapon in the clerk's right hand, Fan Xiaodong's face was also a little strange, and he said in a daze.

"That's right, the Wind Spirit Pot, haven't you seen the pot?" the clerk was also a little strange.

Hearing the clerk's words, Fan Xiaodong smiled bitterly in his heart.

Originally, he thought that the word pot was the pot of the gourd, but he didn't expect it to be the pot of the night pot, and what made people feel speechless was that not only the word pot was the pot, but even the shape was the shape of a night pot.

Fan Xiaodong couldn't figure it out, that refiner had something wrong with his heart, right?

Except that this wind spirit pot does not have a lid, it is no different from the night pot, and it also has a mouth, which should be used to input spiritual energy.

After coming back to his senses, Fan Xiaodong said, "Why would you refine such a magic weapon?" Fan Xiaodong didn't immediately ask about the price, but became curious about the reason for this matter.

"It's okay to talk about it, this is the master of refining this sect, a mistake, as for why he would make such a mistake, I don't want to say more. The clerk said.

"So how fast is he? "If this magic weapon is really fast, Fan Xiaodong doesn't mind buying him, after all, what he values is its use, not his appearance.

"Between the spiritual weapon and the high-grade magic weapon, it can also be said that this thing is a defective product of the spiritual weapon. The clerk said again.

The clerk's words also attracted Fan Xiaodong's attention, according to what he said, isn't this thing invincible?

"Can you let me verify it?" Fan Xiaodong could be said to be skeptical of the clerk's words at this time, so he asked again.

"Yes, just put your aura into it and you can sense it. ”

After listening to the clerk's words, Fan Xiaodong did so. Silently running his "Five Organs Divine Formula", a stream of aura entered the palm of his hand according to Fan Xiaodong's guidance, and a stream was slowly entered into the pot, and Fan Xiaodong's divine consciousness also entered it.

With the entry of the aura, the wind spirit pot made a buzzing sound, and then a wind force was running, and a tornado was formed in the pot, but the fly in the ointment was that the wind force could not be sustained, which may be an important part of not being promoted to the spirit weapon, Fan Xiaodong guessed.

However, if there is a chance in the future, you can still upgrade the Wind Spirit Pot to the spirit weapon level.

"However, the speed is really fast, what about the price?" Fan Xiaodong was very satisfied with the speed, but he still looked a little dissatisfied, and couldn't help but sigh, pretending to ask casually.

Looking at Fan Xiaodong's appearance, the clerk thought to himself: "It seems that he is still not satisfied, but as long as the price is low enough, he may buy it?" ”

Hearing that there were only 200 lower-grade spirit stones, Fan Xiaodong felt a burst of joy in his heart, he knew the market. Generally speaking, a high-grade magic weapon requires three hundred to four hundred low-grade spirit stones.

Therefore, he knows that this magic weapon cannot be lower.

"Can it be cheaper? Fan Xiaodong showed some unwanted and hesitant.

"This fellow Daoist, I think you also know the price of high-grade magic weapons, so it can't be lower. The clerk said.

"Well, okay!" Fan Xiaodong said these words with difficulty, but his heart was already smiling.

After delivering two hundred lower grade spirit stones with the clerk, Fan Xiaodong took the wind spirit pot and turned around and walked out of the market.

When Fan Xiaodong, who was moving forward at great speed, passed by a forest, a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth, the corners of his eyes gently slanted behind him, and as soon as his body moved, he entered the Qiankun Ding.

Just as Fan Xiaodong disappeared, another figure flew over in a panic, this person's sharp beak and cheeks, the fierce light on his face, as soon as his divine sense appeared, he radiated out, and after investigating it, he muttered to himself: "Strange, we sensed that he was rushing here, why is he gone." ”

"Are you looking for me?" As the voice fell, Fan Xiaodong appeared.

Fan Xiaodong's sudden appearance made the person feel startled, and he hurriedly jumped and walked towards the back.

"Hmph, it's very comfortable to track, isn't it?" Fan Xiaodong snorted coldly and said lightly.

"This fellow Daoist, you're joking, the road here is not yours. Although the man was a little weak-hearted, he still said with an unchanged face.

"Then what's the point if I kill you. Fan Xiaodong will not be soft-hearted towards this kind of person, kindness to the enemy is cruelty to himself, plus Fan Xiaodong already knows that he is following him, he will naturally not be polite, he doesn't care whether the other party admits it or not.

The commander of the Eight Snake Spear attacked and left, saying that Fan Xiaodong also felt very depressed, and he had a low-grade spiritual weapon, but he didn't understand the moves, he only knew how to do brute force. "It seems that there is a chance, and I have found a ** to practice!" Fan Xiaodong thought in his heart.

Seeing Fan Xiaodong attack, the man was stunned at first, and then saw that Fan Xiaodong was so sharp as soon as he made a move, and he didn't dare to slack off at all, so he hurriedly took out a golden bell from the storage bag and went towards the attacking Zhangba snake spear.

"Bump!"

After the loud bang, the smoke and dust dissipated, and then there was an exclamation, "Spirit weapon, I didn't expect it to be a spirit weapon." The man looked at the damaged Xiao Zhong in his hand, and then looked at the Zhangba Snake Spear in Fan Xiaodong's hand, and a greedy look suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"It's so sad that when you are dying, you still have greed. Fan Xiaodong's sneer came from the sky, and this sound also woke up the person who was surprised.

But at this time, his heart turned upside down, and he didn't know when a black dagger had approached, making him hurriedly retreat, but before he could defend himself, his body began to weaken. Then a sad color arose from the bottom of my heart.

Soon, there was a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Plop down, and the man fell to the ground, and he could not die again.

Although he was dead, Fan Xiaodong's face was still solemn, and with a wave of his corpse, a flash of fire rose into the sky, incinerating his body.

At this moment, a ball of light burst out, Fan Xiaodong smiled coldly, and shot out a mysterious light again, just killing him in one fell swoop.

It is an eternal truth that everyone kills those who kill them.

With a wave of his hand, Fan Xiaodong picked up the storage bag he left behind, and then turned into a streamer and headed towards the north.