"Thank you Zhenjun for your kindness, but with the net worth of a disciple, I'm afraid I can't afford to buy a material like Wanzai Han Iron. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" Mo En groaned slightly, and said in a regretful tone.

Although he didn't know much about the situation of the auction in Runshi City, Mo En had a good understanding of the value of the material of Wanzai Cold Iron. This kind of extremely strong and cold spiritual gold is an excellent choice for refining top-level magic weapons flying swords, and it is also an excellent ingredient for many top-level magic weapons, so it is very sought-after among Yuanying cultivators, and its value is very amazing. And now the ten thousand years of cold iron in Runshi City is one hundred and thirty-two catties, which is enough to refine a flying sword, and it will make many Yuanying True Monarchs excited. In this case, if you want to buy 10,000 years of cold iron in Runshi City, you definitely have to pay the price of more than 100,000 high-grade spirit stones. And Mo En's previous net worth had been fed to the Six Soul Banners, and now he only had the belongings of Hei Yan and Bai Xi in his hands, which was far from enough to compete with other Yuan Infant Monks.

In fact, if Mo En really took out his full wealth, it would not be impossible to exchange for this piece of cold iron. Although the terrifying black banner taken out of the devouring god box was taken away from the core of the fragment of the Six Soul Banners, the remaining banners and poles of this black banner, which was at least a top-level magic weapon, were still extremely extraordinary. In particular, the banner pole itself is refined with the top-grade spiritual gold, and the magic circle prohibition on it is still intact, and its value can definitely be compared to most of the top-level magic weapons. If you make a move, it will definitely not be a problem to buy Wanzai Hantie.

However, Mo En knew very well that what he really needed was red jade cake, not top-grade spiritual gold like Wanzai Cold Iron. His own demand for ten thousand years of cold iron was completely guided by Qianxuan Zhenjun with words. Although Qianxuan Zhenjun's words sounded conclusive, if you think about it carefully, a large part of the content is speculation. The Beidou Sect may not really have a red jade cake, and if it does, it may not necessarily need a top-level spiritual gold like Wanzai Hantie to exchange for it, so there is no need for Mo En to invest his whole wealth for a Wanzai Hantie that may not necessarily be needed.

And for Qian Xuan's enthusiastic guidance, Mo En also had some doubts in his heart. There was a conflict with the Silver Star Sword Sect patrol team before, although Mo En himself did not leave any handles, it did not mean that the Silver Star Sword Sect did not grasp the situation, at least when Hei Yan asked for help, he did not have a hidden image. Out of this doubt, Morn is not prepared to reveal his net worth too much. If things were really as Qianxuan Zhenjun said, Mo En also believed that the banner pole was more attractive to the body refiners of the Beidou Sect than the Ten Thousand Years Cold Iron.

"Oh, that's a pity. Qian Xuan gently patted her left hand with a folding fan, glanced at Xin Luo, and said lightly.

Although Qian Xuan's guidance to Mo En before was true, it was not without selfishness. Through this step-by-step guidance, Mo En's interest was shifted to Wanzai Han Tie, on the one hand, Qian Xuan wanted to find an additional buyer for this auction finale treasure and raise the price. On the other hand, I also want to test Moen's net worth and the closeness of Moen and Xinro. However, Mo En's simple refusal obviously made most of Qian Xuan's temptation fall in the empty space.

Noticing Qian Xuan's gaze, Xin Luo smiled, but did not speak. Although Xin Luo admired Mo En quite a lot, after all, he was not from a family, and his friendship was not deep, and he was not good enough to take the initiative to help Mo En buy a top-grade spiritual gold like Ten Thousand Years of Cold Iron. Moreover, after advancing to Yuanying, Xin Luo also intended to strengthen his flying sword, and was quite interested in Wanzai Hantie, so he naturally wouldn't interject at this time.

"What kind of auction did you come to participate in without spirit stones! But just because Sinro didn't open his mouth didn't mean no one spoke. Just when the atmosphere was slightly awkward, Luo Yun behind Xin Luo suddenly spoke. Although the voice was not loud, the people present were either Jindan Zhenren or Yuanying Zhenjun, and no one could hear what he said clearly.

As a disciple of the Heavenly Killing Temple, although they were not as famous as Xin Luo at the beginning, the Luo Feng and Luo Yun brothers were not small, and their mentality was also very proud. Xin Luo commented on Mo En like this before, which made Luo Yun very unconvinced, and as soon as he had the opportunity, he vented it.

"Brother Yun, shut up! Mo Daoyou is a disciple of the Thousand Cow Divine Temple, don't hurt the harmony between the two halls. Without waiting for Xin Luo to speak, Luo Feng immediately opened his mouth and reprimanded. However, there is some sincerity in this reprimand, which is very debatable. Although the two of them followed Xin Luo, they were not Xin Luo's subordinates or disciples, and they were not too worried about Xin Luo punishing them for this. Of course, doing so must have swept Xin Luo's face, so Luo Feng had to make some remedies.

Seeing the performance of the two singing and harmonizing, a gleam flashed in Xin Luo's eyes, and he didn't speak, Qian Xuan and the two Jindan disciples of the Silver Star Sword Sect also looked at Mo En with playful eyes. Clearly, several people wanted to see how Morn responded to this provocation.

"Senior Brother Luo Feng is right, you can't hurt the harmony between the two halls because of trivial things. But since Senior Brother Luo Yun thinks that I am too poor to lose the people of the Wasteland Monks, then let's go and try the gambling arena in Runshi City? A game of 20,000 high-grade spirit stones, if I lose, I have no ability, and if I win, Senior Brother, will you help Senior Brother me a little?" Mo En glanced at Xin Luo and said lightly.

In Runshi City, except for the disciples of the Silver Star Sword Sect, other monks are basically not allowed to use force, in order to resolve some contradictions and disputes, some monks have been specially set up to gamble on spirit stones with victory or defeat, and the gambling arena of treasures is one of them. In addition, there are martial arts arenas for competitions and life-and-death battles, which are good places for monks to settle disputes privately. At the moment, Luo Yun is provocative, Mo En can't help but fight back, and Xin Luo and Qian Xuan are both present, so it's not good to do it directly, so going to the gambling arena has become a natural choice.

"If you are willing to send me a spirit stone, I dare not accept it." Luo Yun glanced at it and found that Xin Luo's face was still calm, and he didn't mean to stop him, and his arrogance immediately became arrogant.

"Uncle Xin, do you see this?" Although Luo Feng was happy in his heart, he still asked Xin Luo with some apprehension on his face. Although he was not convinced by Morn and wanted to suppress Morn's prestige, Luo Feng did not want to offend Xin Luo because of this. Although the two of them do not belong to the same line as Xin Luo, and they are not afraid of Xin Luo directly punishing themselves, they are still quite jealous of the attitude of this Yuanying True Monarch, who is extremely valued by the high-level of the Heavenly Killing Temple.

"I originally intended to ask the two of you to ask Mo Xiaoyou for advice, since Luo Yun took the initiative to provoke, then you can try it. Xin Luo said lightly.

"Luo Yun still has a task to do, Mo Xiaoyou's subordinates are merciful, don't hurt him too badly. After responding to Luo Feng, Xin Luo turned to Morn and said. (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )