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Yang Jueyuan understood the truth of Huaibi's sin, and those Terran monks even understood that although their eyes were shining, they did not compete as they did at the beginning, and they said things like the rarity of this treasure, but no one opened their mouths to bid. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Miscellaneous Mao stared at the bean eye, looking at the magic weapon, his eyes were already glowing with green light, and he was about to open his mouth but was stopped by Yang Jueyuan.

This is not a joke, after a good meal, the miscellaneous hair finally stopped insisting, but the green light in his eyes was still flickering, and it was increasing unabated.

Although everyone liked it, no one spoke, and Yunhai was also a little helpless.

Taking out the golden ruler, he also thought about it for a long time, that Nanhai Loose Cultivator had just entered the foundation building, although his strength was extraordinary, he was unwilling to have such a magic weapon, even those famous sects could not give a foundation building period disciple a magic weapon.

If he picked it up, it is estimated that even the loose cultivator himself would not believe it.

The only possibility is that it came by stealing.

The sect with the magic weapon is not a high-level sect, and there must be monks at the level of scattered immortals in it.

Even if there were, it was an existence he couldn't afford to mess with.

Therefore, this magic weapon has become a hot potato, and it is a scourge to stay in your hands, in case one day that the sect learns that this treasure is in Jicang Mountain, it is useless for you to explain it in a thousand ways, and the disaster of destroying the door is inevitable.

Therefore, he took out the golden ruler and thought of a way to lead the way to the east, but he didn't expect that everyone was fascinated and no one was fooled.

It's also strange that he was too anxious, thinking of giving everyone a surprise, before he said that this thing is a magic weapon, if he doesn't say it, let everyone guess, I'm afraid it will be regarded as a treasure, and at this time it has already entered someone's pocket in the hall.

Seeing that no one wanted to buy it, Yun Hai handed the gold plate to the disciple behind him with a wry smile, and planned to take it back.

"Slow! I want ......," a shrill voice suddenly sounded.

Yang Jueyuan wanted to die, and he couldn't wait to kill Zamao early.

Dodging the arms he wanted to stop, the miscellaneous hair jumped straight in front of the sea of clouds.

Holding the golden ruler in his claws, he smiled at Yun Hai and said, "What you said before still counts?"

Yun Hai didn't expect him to be like this, and he didn't plan to give them to the two of them in his heart, because of the relationship between the Blood Bead Grass, he thanked the two demons in his heart and didn't want to harm them, but if he didn't say it at this time, it would be difficult to speak.

In desperation, he looked at Yang Jueyuan, in his heart, this mouse should listen to him.

Yang Jueyuan's heart was even more anxious, and he hurried over, and also came to Yunhai, wanting to persuade Zamao not to take the golden ruler, but it was not good to say something out loud.

Miscellaneous hair is iron-hearted, holding the golden ruler, let Yang Jueyuan persuade, rob, and fight...... Still refusing to give up.

The two demons tore apart, the sea of clouds was embarrassed, and the entire hall looked a little chaotic for a while.

"Okay, you two are finished, you want to fight and get out! Don't quarrel in front of Daoye, it's a bad mood!"

Xia Yu stepped out of the crowd with a big belly, pointing at Yang Jueyuan and the others, with an angry expression.

One sentence was very powerful, not only the whispers in the crowd were gone, but even Yang Jueyuan and Zamao stopped.

Seeing that Yang Jueyuan was no longer robbing, Zamao hurriedly dodged and rushed out of the hall, "I'll go back first! Wait for what you want, come to the dormitory to find me when you're done." The voice drifted in, and he could still be seen somewhere.

Yang Jueyuan scolded in his heart, and almost scolded his eight-generation ancestors, even the eight-generation ancestors were all rats.

Zamao is gone, but he is still there, he didn't know what Xia Yu's identity was at first, it was Yunhai who told him.

In the middle stage of foundation building, it is not something that he can compete with at the peak of his enlightenment, and now he is doing it with others, it is not heroism, but ****, the rhythm of looking for death.

What kind of scolding have you never heard in the [labor punishment field]? What kind of anger has you not suffered? What kind of hardship have you not suffered? What kind of beating you have not suffered?

At this time, he is no longer the person who became impulsive for the sake of a breath, but a demon who knows how to endure and endure.

Although Xia Yu's words were difficult to hear, Yang Jueyuan did not show an angry appearance, even if he was already angry in his heart.

Ignoring the look of surprise, confusion, or contempt, he shook his body and wagged his tail, returned to his seat, picked up the tea bowl, and tasted it with a calm face.

The matter was resolved like this, Yun Hai was also relieved, nodded slightly grateful to Yang Jueyuan, and then continued to introduce the following items.

After this episode, although they were all extraordinary, and there were even some pills that were said to be able to cure all kinds of diseases and enhance cultivation, there was no more robbery, and everyone still maintained a harmonious appearance.

Yang Jueyuan also left a few pieces, all of which were weapons, pills and so on that were needed according to the plan.

One by one, one by one, one by one, the conference was very lively, the number of transactions was also a lot, and there were almost no that could not be sold.

The Northern Wasteland is inaccessible, it is not easy for each faction to survive, most of the things they need rely on self-sufficiency, and it is not easy to catch up with such a conference, how can there be anything that cannot be sold if only what cannot be bought?

Before you know it, the sun is setting in the west, and the three-day conference is coming to an end.

Just as Yunhai was about to announce the end of the conference, Xia Yu suddenly stood up.

Xiang Yunhai nodded, and then said loudly: "I also have a set of treasure armor here, which was accidentally obtained by the hall master when he went to Dongyuan many years ago, and it was regarded as a treasure, but this conference is really nothing eye-catching in my Rakshasa Hall, and it happened to be held in Jicang Mountain, and the hall master and the cloud master are friends who have forgotten the year, so it is not good to bring some ordinary products, so the lord endured the pain and took out this treasure as a support for this conference." ”

Everyone thought that the conference was over soon, and there would be nothing more!, but they didn't expect Xia Yu to come like this, so they quickly stopped whispering to each other and looked over.

Yang Jueyuan pursed his lips, and said with disdain in his heart, "I really think of myself as a big man, and I still have a finale!"

Yun Hai did not have any dissatisfaction, but hugged his fists and thanked the Dark Moon Hall Master for his kindness, and then retreated to the side.

Xia Yu lifted his fat belly, glanced around at everyone, and then waved his hand at the door.

From outside the door, a young man in a dark red robe walked in with his head bowed, his arms in front of him, and a large tray in his hand.

Most of the various factions in the main hall are in charge or can take charge of things, and the disciples who come with them are standing at the hall and waiting, even the proprietor Jicangshan, so whatever needs to be used is sent in by the disciples from outside the temple door.

I saw that the tray was also covered with cloth, and the outline of the things inside was not small.

Taking over the tray, Xia Yu's face rose with a hint of pride, and he turned around and said loudly, "Everyone open their eyes!"

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and lifted the cloth, revealing a neat stack of armor.

Blood-red armor, no!

The armor itself seems to have no color, but it seems to have blood flowing from it.

Bright red blood flowed slowly on the armor, and I didn't know where it came from or where it was going.

The bloody breath spread, it should not be bloody, but the bloody breath, there is no fishy smell, but it makes people's scalp numb and heart tremble.

Everyone gasped, their faces pale and shocked by the evil aura of this armor.

Yun Hai was indifferent, and a trace of surprise also rose on his face, and he raised his eyes to look at Xia Yu, not understanding why the Rakshasa Hall would take out such a pair of armor, because he felt that this armor was extraordinary, although he couldn't judge the specific grade, but it would definitely surpass the treasure, and even reach the peak of the spiritual weapon.

He didn't think it would be a magic weapon, because the biggest feature of a magic weapon is the body halo and the spiritual power of the connotation, but this armor can't feel the spiritual power inside, only the blood-red streamer around the body, so Dingtian is the peak of the spiritual weapon.

Yang Jueyuan was very different from his thoughts, and he even thought that this thing was even higher than the golden ruler grade that the miscellaneous hair snatched.

Because of his senses, he could sense things that no one else present could feel.

The machine spirit is a mysterious and mysterious thing.

He could hear the call, so familiar, so familiar............

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