Immortal Soaring Blade

Mo old face red light Yang hands, "some of you may not know me, but most of you should be familiar with me." Mo always looks kind and smiling.

"Oh, Mo Lao, don't talk nonsense and go straight to the topic. We don't deal with you once or twice." The voice is like Jin Zhongzheng, who was the tough man with a full face and beard that Zhao Jiuge saw earlier, and can't wait to shout at the bottom.

"Ha ha, you're still so impatient for so many years. Well, I'll stop talking nonsense, but I'll tell you some good news. Today, I added a temporary item to the end of the shaft, which I believe will satisfy everyone. " "Let's go straight to today's theme. The first item is a light mirror. It's a low price of 200 spirit stones."

Monks usually trade things for things or spirit stones. There is nothing good in this kind of small auction house. They are mainly monks in the environment of foundation construction.

Then Mo Lao's voice sounded again, "the magic weapon of the aura mirror, the magic weapon of the same rank, can withstand some spiritual power damage. Although the power is not particularly great, it is practical." Mo Lao holds a two foot long mirror in his hand. There are small patterns carved around the mirror, which reflects waves of spiritual light.

Looking at the aura mirror in Mo Lao's hand, the pot suddenly exploded below, and the noise was heard everywhere The first thing today is a treasure. What is the last thing today

"The defensive weapon is not powerful, but it's practical."

"This magic weapon is good and good, but it can't be bought by our novice psychic realms."

For a time, all kinds of voices were talking in succession, and everyone was whispering.

"Two hundred and twenty dollars." A clear voice rang out, it was just the young man who looked at Mo ling'er without blinking an eye when he just entered the door. At this time, he was triumphantly shouting the price. Zhao Jiuge looked at the young man curiously with all his eyes. When Mo ling'er saw Zhao Jiuge, "this young man is called Xiong Yikang. He is alone in Xiong's family. His father's cultivation in the early stage of spiritual realm has failed to favor this only son since childhood. He is a typical playboy."

Zhao Jiuge gently nodded, lips slightly raised, "Oh, the original ah, no wonder our linger can't see others." A look of ridicule.

"Well, that's not the case." Mo ling'er's face was a little red, pursed his mouth and muttered softly.

"Two hundred and fifty." A cold voice came from a young man in the crowd. From the family around him, he would be the son of a small family in Dongyang City.

"You look like a two hundred and fifty, three hundred." Xiong Yikang's face was full of sarcasm, and his expression was disdainful. He seemed to have something wrong with the young man with a cold voice, and his words were disrespectful.

There is no big mood fluctuation in the expression of the insulting and indifferent youth in the words: "you're a waste material. Every day, in addition to relying on the power of the family to deceive people everywhere, that is, playing with women every day, what's the use of you. As long as you can add one of the four hundred spirit stones, I will give you something, and I will not argue with you. " Although the voice is light and floating, but swearing does not take a dirty word.

"You...!" Xiong Yikang bit his teeth, his face turned blue, and his eyes were full of anger. Although he was angry, he did not have that many spirit stones to increase the price. His family could not get a thousand spirit stones a year. His father doted on him, but it did not mean that he could spend freely. He turned his head and stopped talking, and his chest was still slightly fluctuating.

After waiting for a few seconds, Mo's eyes inspected the people in the hall, "four hundred pieces for the first time, four hundred pieces for the second time, and the last time for the light mirror. If anyone wants it, the 400 pieces of spirit stone will be sold, and the light mirror belongs to our young master Lin." See no one to continue to increase the price, Mo Lao confirmed the buyer of this mirror.

Four hundred spirit stones are not a small number for these casual practitioners. Except for a few people, people around them are all looking at the cold young man with envious eyes. The indifferent youth is more elated when he looks at the reaction of the people around him. His mouth is wide open and his face is lightly smiling.

Xiong Yikang looked at this scene, his eyes were full of grim color, his nose issued a heavy cold hum voice, his face was more ugly, and his chest range was bigger.

Seeing that others have successfully photographed the aura mirror, Zhao Jiuge also has a light envy in his eyes, pursing his mouth and looking at others. After all, I haven't touched the magic weapon yet. The only sword I carry on my back is still snatched from Xiao Yu's hand, and I haven't used it to the level of treasure.

"Nine songs, the treasures in front of you are not so good, and there are three powerful ones behind. Which one do you like and tell me that Mo Shu will give you." See Zhao Jiuge full of envy, Mo Lingjie said with a smile.

"The second item is a medicinal material. The three hundred year old red ginseng contains rich spiritual power, which can wash the marrow and forge the body. It is a rare medicinal material in the psychic realm. It starts with a hundred spirit stones." Mo old smile, full of temptation to explain the object in his hand, a palm size, the whole body of brown ginseng, and the shape of a person, a few ginseng whiskers like a beard.

"Two hundred spirit stones. Hey, no one should rob me. This is for my apprentice. I hope you will give me some face." At the same time, a spiritual power prevailed in the auction house. Many ordinary family members suffered a terrible defeat, and even those with low accomplishments changed their faces dramatically.Mo's frowning face was full of helplessness. He pursed his mouth and rolled his eyes at the Taoist priest to drink "dirty old Taoist. You are just using force to solve the problem." Slovenly old Taoist, he didn't say much. I was helpless. What kind of expression can you take me. Finally, no one said anything after the meeting, and the red yellow ginseng was obtained by the sloppy Taoist priest.

One by one things were slowly photographed, all of them were materials and herbs, which did not make Zhao Jiuge's heart beat. As the auction house slowly entered the second half, a blockbuster appeared! Although the julingjue and the cultivation of martial arts are not high, people are also flocking to them. Although the skills determine the length of the practice path, ordinary people can get access to these things, even the most rubbish ones can be a treasure.

With the appearance of julingjue, the whole scene was a little uncontrollable. The red eyes were shouting about the price. Finally, 1200 spirit stones were photographed. Any skill is more valuable than a magic weapon. Zhao Jiuge licked his mouth and thought in his heart what rank the Sanskrit skill belongs to.

As time went on, most of the items were auctioned out, "ha ha, there are still three items left today. You should prepare spirit stone for the last one added temporarily." Mo said with a smile, and then there was a rope to carry the thing, and there was no light in the whole body. " This item is called Wulong tendon. It is refined from a Wujiao's tendon. It is used as a magic weapon to trap the enemy.

Zhao Jiuge looks at Mo Lao's wulongjin without any interest. At the same time, he is worried secretly. Although uncle Mo said that he saw what he liked, he gave it to him, but he still didn't like the last three pieces. He couldn't help being anxious and expecting.

Finally, the six hundred spirit stone of wulongjin was photographed by the gloomy old man. Zhao Jiuge not only looked at the skinny and gloomy old man, but also felt uneasy and had goose bumps when he heard the old man's voice of bidding.

Later, Mo Lao took another object in his hand. Seeing what he had in his hand, Zhao Jiuge immediately widened his eyes and got excited. He stood up with his mouth slightly open and his lips trembled as if he wanted to say something. He was excited but did not have words. His face was full of love.

A flag about two or three feet in size is made of unknown materials. It is white and inlaid with gold edged patterns. The flagpole of the small flag can just be held in one hand. Zhao Jiuge likes it very much at first sight.

"Lihuo flag, injected with aura, can eject from the fire. The flag calls itself space inside. Although the space is not large, its own attribute is already close to the scope of spirit weapon." With a wink, Mo continued to seduce everyone.

"Uncle Mo, I love this magic weapon." Zhao swallows the saliva of the mood to ask a way Ha ha, uncle Mo is a man of his word. If you like something, you can do it. " Mo Longjie smiles and whispers to Zheng Jie behind him, "go down and talk to Mo Lao." "Yes, master." Slightly owe the body low waist, Zheng Jie respectfully said, turned around, but full of envy, and then flash away, very good hidden.

Zheng Jie went down to Mo Lao's side and whispered something in his ear. Then he raised Yang's hands, "this flag of leaving fire has been asked for. I'm sorry, everyone." The voice of the venue was slightly lower, "why, it's not easy to see something today. Why don't you bid and others buy it directly?" The sound of the golden bell followed, and the rough old man yelled with his face full of forks.

Mo Lao was a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry. The owner of our family took this thing to give away. In addition, the most important thing today is the last one. If you are not satisfied, I'm sorry for this sign of our Mo family." Then a face of apology toward the field of explanation.

"Well, I'll wait and see what the last item is. It's so mysterious." The old man with a bushy face snorted coldly, and then sat down with his face full of forks.

"Well, everyone, let's take a look at the last item today. I believe you are absolutely satisfied. It's a good thing. Ha ha." Mo Lao returned to his full face with a kind smile and said mysteriously.

When Zheng Jie came up with the magic weapon Lihuo flag, Zhao Jiuge couldn't help touching it with his hands. His eyes were full of joy and curiosity. Looking at the white face embroidered with gold edged flag, Zhao Jiuge wanted to go back early and break through to hualingjing with the help of blue spirit elixir. Only the spirit realm could use the magic weapon. Otherwise, he could not use the Lihuo flag. He was very itchy.