"You can't say that. When we, Ziwei Sect, open our doors to do business, we only deal with the word integrity. Please point out those things that are wrong. I, Zhao Fa, will pay ten thousand kilograms of pure source on the spot."
A man who looked very elegant and elegant came in. He had a fair complexion and a gentle smile.
Holding a folding fan in his hand and shaking it slowly, he walked slowly towards this side.
This man doesn't look like a monk, he has a kind face, just like an ordinary scholar.
Everyone who had been watching the excitement just now fell silent. Zhao Fa in front of them was an outstanding figure in Ziwei Cult.
The Ziwei Sect is located near Zitiandu, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that Zitiandu is the home base of the Ziwei Sect.
The inheritance of this great religion is mysterious. Although it is not a holy land, its strength is unknown.
But it is also one of the most powerful supreme sects under the Holy Land, controlling hundreds of millions of kilometers of surrounding land.
Moreover, Ziweijiao is involved in all walks of life. Some people say that they are as rich as anyone in the world.
And what they said was indeed correct. The shelves were full of scraps from which the Divine Source Stone had been cut. Some of them had witnessed it with their own eyes.
But the divine source has been cut out, is there anything left inside?
"What Brother Zhao Fa said is correct. We at Zifu Holy Land have always believed in the credibility of the Ziwei Sect."
A male disciple in purple robe spoke softly from the side, and there were several women in purple robes with different styles beside him.
They are all disciples of Zifu Holy Land, and they are endorsing the credibility of Ziwei Sect.
Everyone secretly murmured in their hearts: How dare they deceive you, the Holy Land? We Ziwei Sect, a small sect, are not afraid.
Zhao Fa was very satisfied when he saw that no one dared to refute his words.
Today also coincides with the meeting. He was accompanying several colleagues from Zifu Holy Land to select stones.
I never thought I would have the opportunity to show my holiness in front of such a person.
"Fellow Taoist, don't let them interfere with your judgment."
Zhao Fa turned around and said gently to Jiang Yun, looking like a handsome young man.
Jiang Yun knew something about Ziwei Sect, and they seemed to have various mysterious connections with Ziwei Ancient Star.
There is another opportunity in the Shifang of Ziwei Sect in Zitian Capital, and Zhao Fa is in front of him again, so it should be unmistakable.
It seems that this opportunity is on this shelf.
"Thank you, fellow Taoist Zhao, for reminding me, I just had this idea." Jiang Yun handed the boy a hundred kilograms of springs and started picking them.
Zhao Fa looked at Jiang Yun and was very interested, so he said goodbye and left with several Holy Land disciples.
Several of them have left, and the monks here have dispersed, looking unlucky.
Zhao Fa is not a good person. He talks sweetly and is brave but also likes to do evil things at critical moments.
It may not work for success, but it is a master of bad things and has a bad reputation.
Most of the monks who often hang out in Zitiandu know this.
"Just think of it as a loss of wealth and avoidance of disaster." A monk from the side reminded Jiang Yun softly.
It was obvious that the monk was very dissatisfied with Zhao Fa, but he just didn't dare to resist.
Jiang Yun thanked him, then hurriedly selected a stone and left without cutting it.
The people in Shifang only felt that Jiang Yun was in a bad mood and didn't think much about it. It didn't matter if he was taken away.
The scrap piece Jiang Yun chose was a black stone, but it had a big face.
It has been displayed in Ziwei Stone Square for many years. A fist-sized source of energy is cut out of the main stone. This is just a piece of stone skin.
But the Taihuang Sutra that Xia Weier practiced had a strange response to the stone.
For these forces that sell stones, they cannot be regarded as friendly businessmen doing business. If they really cut out any rare treasures here, they will inevitably be targeted by some people.
Jiang Yun would definitely not be cut out in the stone workshop.
On the way to leave, Xia Weier's expression was a little gloomy:
"I'm sorry, husband. If I hadn't wanted to buy the Origin Stone, we wouldn't have encountered this kind of thing."
Jiang Yun kissed Xia Weier gently and whispered:
"You are my lucky star. This stone should contain a treasure and something else."
"Ah, is that so? I seem to have a strange intuition about this stone."
Xia Weier was a little confused.
"When it is solved, I will open your eyes." Jiang Yun said to Xia Weier mysteriously.
The two found an inn and rented a small courtyard. The price was two taels per day, but it was worth every penny.
The courtyard contains a Taoist seal that prevents outsiders from prying into it.
Jiang Yun studied the array pattern arranged in the courtyard and found that there was nothing wrong with it, so he reinforced it casually.
He pulled Xia Weier, and his fingers were cutting into the stone like a magic weapon.
Xia Weier next to her held her breath and watched Jiang Yun's hands flying up and down on the black stones.
The old stone skin kept falling off, and Jiang Yun could not see clearly the inside of the stone. He did not dare to cut it off vigorously for fear of accidentally injuring Qizhen.
As the stone became smaller and smaller, the divine light gradually emerged, gradually filling the entire house.
Xia Weier was very surprised and opened her mouth slightly like a clay sculpture.
All the stone skin fell off, and dazzling light shot out. It was like a golden sun appeared in the room, making it difficult to look directly at it.
The source of God, which is as big as half a human head, hangs in the air, never sinks, and is gorgeous and bright. This is the first time they have seen the source of God.
Jiang Yun was extremely surprised by this magnificent sight. The rich life essence inside the divine source seemed to be endless, and its value was too great.
All holy places are extremely eager for the divine source. It has endless magical uses and involves immortal legends. Many great religions spare no effort to collect it.
And in the secret realm of Xiantai, ordinary sources are of little significance. Only divine sources can help the Holy Lord and the others.
Xia Weier's strange feeling became more and more intense, and she asked doubtfully: "There seems to be something inside my husband?"
A piece of broken dragon horn, only two inches long, with flowing golden light, flashing colors, and emitting terrifying fluctuations.
At the same time, there is an extremely holy and mysterious atmosphere overflowing.
This item that looks like a dragon's horn is wrapped in the divine source and stored inside.
"This is a rare treasure. The sacred object that fell off the ancient royal family can be said to be priceless."
Jiang Yun looked at the divine source in front of him and explained to Xia Weier.
Gradually, a pressure spread through the divine source. As time went by, this terrifying pressure became stronger and stronger.
The blood in Xia Weier's body was glowing, resisting this pressure.
Looking at this thing that looked like a dragon's horn, the magic was gradually revealed, and Jiang Yun quickly received the source of the god into the origin bead.
He didn't dare to put anything into the sea of suffering.
When Jiang Yun put away the divine source, Xia Weier breathed a sigh of relief.
"My husband is really amazing. He was able to find such a unique treasure in scraps."
"Of course, this kind of rare treasure can not only be used to train weapons, but also has endless uses for tempering flesh and blood. It should also be able to assist in the cultivation of your imperial dragon energy."
Jiang Yun opened his mouth to explain, enjoying Xia Weier's adoring expression.
However, they are afraid that they cannot use it now. The pressure is too strong and they may not be able to bear it.
