The gray-robed old man named Xuandu has a thin face and dirty robes, but he has a dusty temperament on his body. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info and the name of Xuandu made Sun Shao dare not underestimate this old man at all.

Just kidding, the only disciple of Dao Ancestor, the Xuandu Grand Master, even if his appearance is not amazing, but he is definitely a terrifying existence, so Sun Shao did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly bowed to the old man and said,

"The seniors are polite, the juniors are this little bit of cultivation, where is the Taoist friend. The juniors came just to sell a weapon..."

"Selling weapons? It turns out that he came here for mundane things, what a pity, it's a pity..."

When the gray-robed old man heard Sun Shao's words, his original smile was closed, his expression was slightly disappointed, he turned his face sideways, picked up the scroll again and read it, ignoring Sun Shao's love.

"Eh, how can this old man turn his face faster than turning a book? What's wrong with selling weapons, Lao Sun is self-reliant, and he is not ashamed..."

Although there are cracks on the spear, it can't hide the sharp edge at all. Seeing this spear, Luo Wei, who had a huge body, couldn't help but squat down, and praised with fiery eyes,

"This gun is so strong! At least it's also a top-grade spiritual treasure, and it looks stronger than my old Luo's blue iron giant fork..."

Above the soldiers, it is the spirit treasure, the spirit treasure is divided into upper, middle and lower three grades, only the heavenly general level of the character is worthy of using the top grade spirit treasure. Although this Luo Wei's blue iron giant fork is strong, it is only a top-grade mid-grade spirit treasure, which is still a lot worse than this tiger head chisel golden gun.

Originally, in Luo Wei's opinion, the weapons sold by Sun Shao would definitely not be of too high grade, and he couldn't imagine that he would casually sell a high-grade spirit treasure, even if this high-grade spirit treasure was damaged, but it could still make many Yaksha commanders covet it.

Being able to casually take out a top-grade spiritual treasure, Luo Wei looked at Sun Shao's gaze, and suddenly it was very different.

"Huh, high-grade spirit treasure, this is..."

Seeing that Sun Shao actually took out a high-grade spiritual treasure, the gray-robed old man's eyelids moved slightly, turned sideways, waved his palm lightly, the spear in Sun Shao's hand disappeared out of thin air, appeared in the old man's hand, frowned, as if thinking, after a long time, the gun body was flipped, and his eyes fell on the crack of the golden gun, revealing all the colors of his thoughts, the more he looked at the crack, the more solemn the old man's gaze became,

"The person who refines this golden spear can only be regarded as a mid-rate, but the soul of the tiger demon is integrated into the spear, and the grade has barely been raised to the top grade, this is the 'art of sacrificing spirits' that is used in the teaching, and it will not be wrong... If it is intact, the old man of this gun is willing to pay ten catties of high-grade spirit stones to buy... And with this crack, the old man is willing to give twenty catties of high-grade spars. If what I expected is correct, this rift is the power of the law condensed into a pearl and bombarded!"

Twenty catties of high-grade spar can be exchanged for two thousand catties of medium-grade spars, and 200,000 catties of low-grade spars. This damaged magic weapon can be sold for so much money, which is beyond Sun Shao's expectations.

"Hehe, Xiaoyou don't need to wonder, the reason why the old man paid such a high price is not for this magic weapon. What the old man likes is the 'art of sacrificing spirits' and the art of condensing beads with the power of law. Being able to take out this kind of good thing, the gray-robed old man named Xuandu looked at Sun Shao's gaze, and immediately became a lot more friendly, and explained to Sun Shao, who was puzzled. Suddenly, his eyes condensed slightly, turned his gaze sideways, and said lightly in the direction of the gate,

"Ninth Prince, since you have come to my Guigu Pavilion, why hide your head and show your tail. ”

"Hehe, the Guigu Pavilion Lord's perception is really keen, and he can't hide anything from you..."

Following the gaze of the gray-robed old man, in the hall, a red-robed young man with dragon horns on his head slowly emerged.

With Sun Shao's cultivation comparable to that of a demon monarch, he didn't even notice how this red-robed young man appeared. And this red-robed young man gave Sun Shao a burst of coercion, and I am afraid that he is a powerhouse of the seventh realm.

"Hehe, a good tiger-headed chiseled golden gun, although it is missing, it is still a high-grade spiritual treasure when it falls to the ground. The Lord of the Guigu Pavilion doesn't look down on this spiritual treasure itself, but this prince really likes it. In this way, this prince will pay 1 pound of lower grade spar and buy this tiger head chisel golden gun, how about it?"

"Nine, the Ninth Prince!

Narowe saw the red-robed young man appear, and fell to his knees. And Sun Shao put away the tiger's head chisel golden gun, his expression was solemn, and he did not shy away from looking at the red-robed young man. The red-robed young man said that he was buying a gun, but Eagle Eye didn't look at the golden gun, and the words he said were not sincere at all, but rather provocative.

"A pound of low-grade spar, it seems to be a little less. Although Lao Sun's gun was damaged, the pavilion master of this Guigu Pavilion still bid twenty catties of high-grade spirit stones. If the ninth prince really wants it, he only needs to pay a higher price. ”

Something worth 200,000 yuan, this red-robed young man only paid one dollar to buy it, which is naturally insincere. Sun Shao couldn't figure out the thoughts of the ninth prince, so he didn't say anything to death.

"Oh, it looks like the negotiations have failed... Juqing, let's shoot..."

The red-robed young man didn't seem to take Sun Shao's refusal to heart at all, and he didn't mind at all that he didn't buy the tiger head chisel golden gun. The corners of his mouth raised, killing intent appeared, and the next moment, a terrifying momentum came out from the side of the red-robed young man.

"Boom!"

Luo Wei, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly let out a loud roar as if he had been hit by something. In an instant, the armor on his chest was shattered, and a hideous blood hole appeared, and Luo Wei's huge body, which was more than three feet long, was shocked back a hundred meters, and fell heavily on the ground of the Guigu Pavilion, dragging out a long blood trail along the floor of the black rock.

The next moment, a feeling of extreme danger suddenly appeared in front of Sun Shao. Sun Shao hadn't opened his fiery eyes yet, he only felt that there seemed to be a huge and blurred figure in the void in front of him, swinging a punch towards him, and his body instinctively faced the fist shadow, and threw a punch, and the illusory fist shadow slammed together,

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, Sun Shao vomited blood and flew out, with his invincible body in the realm of the demon king, his fist bones were shattered under the blow, fortunately, he resisted the punch in time, if he let this punch hit his chest, Sun Shao was afraid that he would be like Luo Wei, and a hideous blood hole was blasted out of his chest.

On the side of the red-robed young man, in the empty position, a few drops of black blood dripped from the air, staining the black stone floor with a little blood stain, which looked extremely weird. The face of the red-robed young man turned to his side and showed a casual smile.

"Juqing, you are really merciful, with your cultivation in the Ninth Realm Tribulation Period, you can't kill the two ants, but you are injured. Why, are you merciful? To give you a stick of incense, Prince Ben doesn't want to see the Guigu Pavilion and the monkey demon that the eldest brother invited to the banquet..."

"Next time, not anymore!"

With the sound of promise, in the empty place, there was a terrifying mana coercion, with the cultivation of Luo Wei Demon Monarch, the huge body of three zhang, under this coercion, he couldn't even stand.

At this moment, Luo Wei showed a look of extreme anger, who didn't know that the Ninth Prince wanted to kill himself and others. Although among the princes in the Dragon Palace, there are not many people who secretly attack other brothers in order to seize the heir, but Luo Wei never imagined that the ninth prince would dare to knock on the door openly, and wanted to directly end the eldest prince Ao Shuo's weapon workshop-Guigu Pavilion!

"Is this the strength of the Tribulation Period!" Luo Wei's heart actually rose a trace of fear for no reason, it was a sense of powerlessness after the strength was completely suppressed.

"What about stealth! Think Lao Sun can't see you! Fiery eyes, now! What about the catastrophe! Lao Sun won't let you handle it! Fire extinguishing pearl, now!"

Under the pressure of the terrifying catastrophe period, Sun Shao's bones were suppressed "creaking", but the pride of Sun Wukong in his soul made him rather die than kneel. In the midst of the loud shouts, he waved his hand and sacrificed dozens of fire extinguishing beads, or made a dazzling white light in the sky, bombarding a certain direction on the side of the red-robed young man.

"Boom!"

The power of the pure fire extinguishing turned into a rolling white flame, making a "zizi" sound, burning the empty space. Where, a ten-zhang huge cyan giant ghost, under the incineration of the power of fire, slowly appeared a huge figure. Zhou was up and down, and hundreds of places were burned by Bai Yan in a moment. This was enough to extinguish the Fire Extinguishing Bead of the Heavenly Demon Old Monster, and after only leaving a few small wounds on his body, it was devoured by his cyan demon power. However, there was no joy, no contempt, and there was only monstrous anger on the face of the cyan troll.

He was a strong man in the Tribulation Period, only half a step away from becoming an immortal, and he would be injured by a demon king, even if it was only a trivial and subtle wound, but it was by no means something that the cyan giant ghost could bear! With a monstrous anger burning in his chest, the cyan giant ghost raised his palm that was harder than the spirit treasure and slapped it towards Sun Shao.

"I am the tenth Yin Marshal under the throne of Yan Jun of the Difu, and my name is 'Night Wandering God'. Boy, bow down to death!"

(This chapter was rewritten a third time, and I felt that it was slightly in line with the development of the plot in my heart.) More than 5,000 words became a scrapped manuscript, so I sent it late, sorry. ）