Ye Ling grabbed the broken blade without hesitation. This familiar feeling was as if Shura Blood Blade was in his hand!
The broken marks and the dust-covered demonic energy all match the Shura Blood Blade! Ye Ling could even notice that the spirit of the Shura Blood Blade in the storage bag was gradually reviving, and the blood evil aura throughout his body was getting stronger and stronger, sending a strong call to the broken blade in Ye Ling's hand!
In front of so many people, Ye Ling couldn't bear to take a picture of the Shura Blood Blade for confirmation. He still said with an expressionless and unruffled expression: "I want this cutting blade! It's one of the two treasures I selected. One piece.”
Everyone stared at the broken blade in Ye Ling's hand, looking left and right but unable to figure out the reason.
Yu Qing was even more puzzled. He didn't dare to say it out loud, but he didn't care in his heart: "This piece of broken copper and iron has almost lost its spiritual energy. It can at most be regarded as the broken blade of a third-level magic sword. My Lord, let me go." There are treasures all over the floor and he doesn’t want them, but he chose this incomplete and broken blade. Could it be that the owner is so dizzy and dizzy after seeing all the treasures in his eyes?"
Tantai Mo Ye also did not expect that the great elder of the Tiandan Immortal Sect, the famous alchemy master in the capital of Wu Kingdom, would actually choose such an inconspicuous broken blade. Originally, he had planned to except the one hundred and two pieces he carried with him. In addition to 100,000 spirit stones, only two of the most valuable treasures can be exchanged for Ye Ling's poisonous corpse puppet. Now it seems that this transaction is only a profit but not a loss!
At that moment, Tantai Mo Ye responded with a cheerful face: "Well! Just take it. Fellow Daoist Ye knows the goods. This cutting blade is not an ordinary magic weapon, but a long-dusted inherited spiritual treasure! It is said that it was used by Tianmo Sanren in the past. It was discovered by my ancient fisher tribe two hundred years ago. It has always been regarded as a sacred object of our tribe. This young leader is reluctant to sacrifice it. It must be worth at least a million spiritual stones, hehe."
No one around him believed it. There was a golden elixir monk who couldn't stand the fact that the young patriarch of the ancient fishing tribe was so domineering in Yuyang Town. He couldn't help but sneer and said: "Come on! Even if it is an inherited spiritual treasure, it can be sold for One hundred thousand spiritual stones is already a sky-high price. It’s worth a million spiritual stones, which makes me laugh. Do you think we are blind?”
Others booed and said sarcastically: "I have been practicing Taoism for three hundred years, but I have never heard of the name Tianmo Sanren! Even the silk ribbon magic weapon used by Fairy Youyue in the city is not worth so many spiritual stones."
Ye Ling put away the broken blade of the Shura Demon Sword and listened carefully while selecting another treasure.
He knew something about the origin of the Shura Blood Blade. When he was in the Yaogu Sect, Elder Qiu, who gave him the Shura Po, once said that hundreds of years ago, the Shura Demon Sword was intact, and its owner was a man with a murderous reputation who had killed countless people. The illustrious demonic monk later cut the blade into two parts for unknown reasons. The broken blade with the handle was called Shura Po. Later, it was refined by Ye Lingji into Shura Blood Blade. What we see now is the other broken blade. blade!
Tantai Mo Ye, the young patriarch of the Ancient Fishing Clan, said disdainfully: "You frogs in the well, ignorant and ignorant, what do you know! The Heavenly Demon Sanren of the past was not a Nascent Soul cultivator, but a Golden Core Demonic Cultivator. Absolutely He is a strong man at the same level! Those who died under his Shura Demon Sword were a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. In short, our ancient fishermen regard the broken blade of the Shura Demon Sword as the most precious treasure in the clan. Now that the famous sword has an owner, Fellow Daoist Ye all accepts it. Come on! What are you making fun of? Hey, Fellow Daoist Ye, as long as there are enough refining materials, it is not a problem to refine the broken blade of Shura Demon Sword to the fifth level."
Ye Ling just nodded silently, carefully selecting among the treasures poured out by Tantai Mo Ye, and finally selected a water rhinoceros horn that was as tall as a person. The aura emanating from it was heart-stopping!
"The Horn of the Rhino King! Good eyesight, this is a priceless treasure!" In the crowd, several golden elixir monks couldn't help but secretly nodded. This kind of horn of the Rhino King, whether it is used as the best weapon refining material, or directly used as Magic weapons, blowing rhino horns to scare demon cultivators, are extremely rare.
When Tantai Mo Ye saw Ye Ling taking away the water rhinoceros horn, he was slightly startled, with a bitter look on his face, and sighed awkwardly: "Ahem, this is the horn of my ancient fisher clan. It is usually used to summon clan members to fight against each other. The enemy! That’s all, Fellow Daoist Ye likes it, so just take it! At worst, we, the Ancient Fishing Clan, will have to replace it with another horn.”
He was determined to get the Poison Corpse Puppet in the middle stage of the Golden Core. Not to mention giving away the clan's horn, he was willing to give it away even several islands under the jurisdiction of the Ancient Fisher Clan.
Finally, Ye Ling put away the water hornbill and 1.2 million spiritual stones, and then handed over the poisonous corpse puppet and the jade slip that contained the method of controlling the puppet to Tantai Mo Ye.
Tantai Mo Ye swept it with his spiritual consciousness, nodded excitedly, and hurriedly clicked his fingers for a while to break the ice of the poisonous corpse. While it was still in a comatose state, he clicked the soul mark on the forehead of the poisonous corpse. !
