It was a piece of pure gold, a medium-grade spiritual material, containing a large amount of gold essence qi, and it was the best spiritual material for refining flying swords! This piece of pure gold stone was the size of an egg, and if it was paired with some other spiritual materials, it would be enough to be used to refine a good superlative magic weapon! This piece of ore, that monk only spent a thousand times on a spiritual stone, which could be regarded as a big profit!

The monk happily peeled off the pure gold, looked at it carefully, and then put it away in the envious eyes of everyone. This piece of pure gold was sold, and it was only 1,7800 spirit stones, and everyone was not hot for more than 1,000 spirit stones, but they were just envious of the luck of this monk's gambling stone.

Stimulated by the first monk's gamble, the remaining two monks were also full of excitement and expectation, and the second monk also condensed a wisp of sword qi to cut! The first time, he still carefully cut a corner down, but the inside was still blue ore stone, the monk frowned, and the second cut was a little bigger, about the size of a palm, and then a little black spiritual material was cut.

When the monk peeled it out, the black spiritual material was also the size of an egg, and the whole body was jet-black, called Ugin, and it was extremely heavy to start with, and it was a good spiritual material for refining hammers and heavy swords! However, the value of this Ugin is still a little worse than that of Essence Gold, and this monk has neither made nor lost money, so it can be regarded as recovering the cost.

The crimson ore in the last monk's hand was an ore of the Fire Stone, and the familiar qi that Pure Yang sensed was overflowing from this stone.

Perhaps the man was influenced by the second man, and he was not as eager as he was at the beginning, and with such great hope, he took the ore in his hand and threw it away from the middle. The ore was cut in half like tofu in an instant, one side was a smooth useless ore, and the other was a fiery red transparent bead the size of a little finger, this bead was the Huoyao Stone, because for some reason, this Huoyao Stone was formed in the shape of a bead ball.

The monk dug out the Huoyao Stone, this Huoyao Stone was too small, it could only be sold for three or four hundred spirit stones, and there were rarely two of these Huoyao Stones next to each other, so he had already lost money. However, he was about to chop up the ore and take a look, and he was really unwilling in his heart, and he was about to start, but he was stopped by someone.

"Fellow Daoists, slow down!" the monk was stunned for a moment, and when he looked up, he saw that he was a monk he didn't know. The monk said, "Fellow Daoist, how about selling the two remaining waste stones to the poor Dao?"

It was Chun Yang who spoke, he saw that the monk was going to chop up the remaining two pieces of ore, but he was anxious, he sensed the familiar qi from the ore, how could he let him cut it indiscriminately, if there was anything in it that was not cut, it was very bad!

When the monk heard this, he hesitated for a moment and asked, "How many spirit stones can Daoist friends produce?"

When Chunyang heard this, he knew that this monk was moved, and said, "Two hundred spirit stones." ”

The monk said, "Two hundred spirit stones are too low, and when I buy them, I will also need one thousand spirit stones, and I also cut out a fire stone from this half, and the other half has not been moved." Why can't you sell it to Daoist friends with six hundred spirit stones!" This monk is also cunning, and he actually wants to recover all the capital.

Chun Yang said with a smile: "Isn't Daoist friend bullying Poor Dao ignorance? There is almost no second piece within the range of this Huoyao Stone, and Poor Dao bought this broken stone that cut out Huoyao Stone, just to bet on whether there are any accompanying spiritual materials in it." ”

The monk knew that he had met someone who understood, smiled awkwardly, and said: "The companion spirit material of the Huoyao Stone is generally the Sun Essence Pearl, which is more valuable than the Huoyao Stone, and there must not be a mile in this half of the waste stone, and the two hundred spirit stones are sold to Daoists, which is very inappropriate!"

"Oh, how much do you say?" asked Chunyang.

The monk rolled his eyes and said, "Five hundred spirit stones! ”

Chunyang didn't think about it and said, "Two hundred and fifty spirit stones! ”

The monk shook his head and said, "Two hundred and five is too low, if it is like this, then you will have to cut it yourself." ”

After speaking, the monk looked at Chunyang, but Chunyang shrugged his shoulders and put on a casual look. As soon as the sword in the monk's hand turned, he was about to cut the ore. Although the monk pretended to be cutting ore, his eyes were always paying attention to Chunyang, and when he saw that he didn't care at all that he was going to cut the ore, his heart relaxed.

Scattering the sword qi, he said to Chunyang: "Two hundred and five spirit stones, they are Daoyou's." He was actually tempted when Chunyang said two hundred spirit stones, but he was afraid that Chunyang would see what treasures were in this ore and wanted to take advantage of it, so he asked for six hundred spirit stones, but he was sure that Chunyang had no special thoughts about it, so he sold it to him for two hundred and fifty spirit stones.

Chunyang smiled slightly, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, took out two hundred and fifty spirit stones, and exchanged the two ores from the monk's hands.

After getting the two ores, Chunyang went back to the store, took out the two ores in the quiet room and took them out to take a closer look, but he didn't find any difference.

A wisp of sword qi came out of his hand, and Chunyang began to scrape the ore little by little, without cutting, for fear of accidentally destroying the things inside. Pure Yang first scraped the half of the ore that dug out the Huoyao Stone, and finally scraped it into stone powder, and nothing was scraped out.

Then, Chun Yang picked up the half of the intact ore and slowly scraped it up. The stone powder fell little by little, and the familiar qi became more and more rich and vigorous, and Chunyang knew that this ore was right!

After half a pillar of incense, the ore was a little bigger than a thumb, and with the sword qi scraping, a red light came out, and the familiar qi came to his face, and the pure yang was stunned, this qi was too familiar! Because this was clearly the qi of Chaoyang purple qi! When did this Chaoyang purple qi exist in the ore?

Waiting for this red light to dissipate and reveal its true face, Pure Yang knew what was going on.

In this half of the ore is a Sun Essence Pearl, which is born by absorbing the essence of sunlight every day, and only those ores that have been exposed to the sun for thousands of years can be born. However, I don't know what the reason for this day essence pearl is, it has been absorbing the purple qi of the rising sun every day for thousands of years, and after such years, it can no longer be called the daily essence pearl, but should be a purple gas bead. (To be continued.) )