Xue Tong refines the top-grade magic weapon in order to exert the power of the powerful martial arts Xingyu Ke. The top-quality magic weapon costs millions, and usually only those with high-level innate ability can afford it.
"Qingming Black Iron is used as the main material of the iron cauldron. If the auxiliary materials are suitable, it can even be used to directly refine the magic weapon. My weapon refining skills are far from those of the cauldron refining, but I would be grateful if I could refine it to the best quality."
"In the future, it won't be too late to learn the techniques of transforming magical instruments and improve the quality of the iron sword."
There was one innate at the fair who didn't bid for Jiaojiao during the auction. The other acquired warriors expected that it would be extremely difficult to afford Mingtie, which was more expensive than the ordinary top quality.
"Half a million" was silent for a moment, and the white-haired old man quoted the lowest price.
Huo Huang offered 550,000 yuan.
"Six hundred thousand" Xue Tong raised his hand.
"Sixty-two thousand," the innate warrior in the corner of the corner spoke. He was thin, wore dark green robes, had a cold expression, and his small eyes did not squint.
"Six hundred and fifty thousand" Xue Tong was bound to win without hesitation.
"Boy, don't compete with me for your sect or sect!" the emaciated warrior stared at Xue Tong and said through a message.
"Anyone who pays more can rob it!" Xue Tong replied, he was no longer afraid of fighting since the Frost Miasma Forest, as long as he did not directly conflict with Wanyu's top figures or sects.
"If you dare to cause trouble, you'll be rude!" the thin old man threatened, and then offered 680,000 yuan.
"Seven hundred thousand!" Huo Huang's voice.
"Seven hundred and twenty thousand." The old man raised the price again, his face turning slightly red.
"Seven hundred and fifty thousand," Huo Huang said.
"Seven hundred and eighty thousand", "eight hundred thousand".
Both sides are fighting for each other, refusing to give in to each other.
Even Pang Xun and Wei Dunjian became weird.
"Oh." Xue Tong noticed something strange. Huo Huang was tit for tat with the emaciated old man, which was completely different from the previous time when he was bidding for the dragon's horns.
He turned his eyes left and right and observed the expressions of everyone on the field. Huo Huang and the other five were nervously holding their breaths, but not far from the emaciated old man, a warrior who was at his peak acquired the day after tomorrow also showed some strangeness.
"There's a story in there, and the old guy has accomplices."
"Eight hundred and fifty thousand!" The old man gritted his teeth and said sadly.
Huo Huang's mood turned dim, and he murmured with his fellow disciples, but failed to quote a new price.
"Is there anyone else who bids?" Wei Dunjian asked loudly when he saw the winner of the competition.
"Nine hundred thousand!" Xue Tong suddenly said. He was unhappy with the old man's threat, and he had a good impression of Huo Huang. More importantly, Qingming Xuantie was really rare and should not be missed.
"So what if it's a hundred thousand more expensive? I got a million in Yuan Qi, so I'll spend more if I spend more!" Xue Tong thought in his mind.
The old man's face immediately sank.
"Fellow Daoist Huo, where did this old guy come from?" Xue Tong asked Huo Huang through a message.
"The giant whale helps Lao Qingshan"
In the past on Yongyan Island, Xue Tong saw the Kuanglang Sect and the Giant Whale Gang coming to accept the ship of trapped warriors, and knew that both sects were large gangs affiliated with the Island Alliance.
"After the naval battle, the relationship between the two sects became tense. I saw you guys fighting at war with each other."
"The two sects were seemingly inseparable from each other. After the naval battle, their leaders were changed, and their relationship became mutually antagonistic."
Lao Qingshan rose up and left with a bad face. He was entrusted by the sect to discuss cooperation matters with the black-skinned people, and competed with the Kuanglang sect for the quota of joining the group. Because Xue Tong's quotation was too high, it was uneconomical to continue to increase the price, and it was not economical anyway. The enemy bought it, so he didn't feel resentful about it, so he simply walked away.
As for Huo Huang, the sect authorized an upper limit of 800,000 yuan, so Lao Qingshan raised the price to 850,000 yuan, which cut off a lot of people's thoughts.
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"Okay, congratulations to Mr. Luo for winning two dollars in a row. The island will provide a place for exchanges and exchanges. I hope you will promote it more in the future to make Fujiao Island a gathering place for spiritual beings." Pang Xun's speech was satisfactory and he ended the auction.
Xue Tong delivered the spirit stone in the side room. Wei Dunjian, the leader of the merchant clan, asked: "I would like to ask fellow Taoist Luo about his family and sect, and whether your sect is willing to cooperate with the merchant bank for a long time."
Wei Dunjian thought that Xue Tong was also sent by the sect to check the status of Fujiao Island Association.
"Luo is from the mainland, let's discuss the cooperation later."
Pang Xun smiled and said nothing, watching Xue Tong leave.
At this time, at least five to six thousand people gathered at the island party outside Baofeng Garden. Xue Tong repeatedly confirmed that Lao Qingshan and his accomplices were not secretly following.
"Now that we're here, let's take a stroll."
He followed the crowd and looked here and there, and an hour passed unknowingly.
"Huh"
A familiar figure on the street corner, Tan Sheng, a clerk from a former trading firm, spread out a piece of cowhide and was placing a miscellaneous elixir plant and animal bones.
Tan Sheng is much older than before, and there is a hint of sadness on his face.
Xue Tong remained calm and moved closer.
"Senior!" Tan Sheng said in fear.
"How do you sell this Jade Bone Grass?" Xue Tong glanced at the stall and asked.
"One Thousand Twelve Hundred Spiritual Stones"
Xue Tong frowned, Tan Sheng's price was two hundred more expensive than that of the trading company.
"Senior, the Jade Bone Grass Trading Company has goods from time to time, but there are too many people coming to the island, and they have already been sold out. This junior only added two hundred." Tan Sheng was honest and admitted generously.
Xue Tong didn't like Jade Bone Grass, which was a magical medicine called Bo Ling Dan. However, Tan Sheng was selling it, which meant completely different things.
"Okay." Xue Tong paid the spirit stone and asked, "You are very familiar with the trading company."
"I worked as a clerk there for two years." Tan Sheng seemed to remember something, his expression was complicated, and he was trembling slightly.
Xue Tong's half-crouched body suddenly fell back and pointed at a late acquired warrior, "How dare a dog peek at me? Which sect shows the jade medal!"
"If you dare to say a word nonsense, I will kill you!" Xue Tong burst out with murderous intent, trying to find out who assigned the middle-aged man to follow him.
The warriors who were approaching the island tour were suddenly shocked when they saw something unexpected, and they backed away with a huff.
The middle-aged man was not afraid, "Whoever spies on you and threatens to kill you with force, really thinks that Taoism is unjust!"
"You don't admit it, right? Go back and tell your master that if you want to cause trouble, Luo will stay with you till the end!" It would be too ugly to do something in public on the street without evidence, so Xue Tong found a way to end it.
"You're just talking nonsense, please explain clearly!" the middle-aged man argued.
"You know if I'm following you or not. So what if I cripple you? Get out of here!"
Xue Tong shouted back at the middle-aged man. He guessed that Lao Qingshan had informed his friends outside Baofeng Garden and used the heavy flow of people to spy from a distance.
After the middle-aged man walked away dejectedly and the onlookers dispersed, Xue Tong sent a message to Tan Sheng: "Be silent, close the stall, and take me to your residence. There is a big business."
Tan Sheng shivered, hastily dealt with the three or two warriors in front of the stall, closed the stall and headed north.
The number of passers-by was getting thinner, and it was impossible to follow Xue Tong. After passing through dozens of streets, Tan Sheng opened a courtyard door.
Xue Tong entered the hospital and scanned his consciousness, and said in a deep voice: "Tan Sheng, I am Xue Tong, do you recognize me?"
Tan Sheng seemed to have had a premonition and burst into tears, "It is indeed the shopkeeper Xue, I am so ashamed of you!" After that, he kowtowed.
"What the hell, you've suffered."
A strong force lifted Tan Sheng up, making him unable to perform the great ceremony.
Tan Sheng wiped away his tears and said, "Shopkeeper Xue, wait a moment. Xiaoke will go to the backyard to get you something."
"good!"
Tan Sheng walked through the main room to the backyard, and Xue Tong observed this ordinary bluestone courtyard.
The paint in the main hall is mottled, a few poplar trees have sparse leaves, and the yard has not been renovated for many years, making it lifeless.
"Tan Shengzi is living a hard life," Xue Tong was sighing to himself, when he suddenly felt a terrifying aura, like falling into an ice cave!
The spiritual pressure of the middle stage of Xiantian!
"Haha, you threw yourself into a trap, Xue Tong, you found me so hard!"
Someone walked out of the main room, Shi Kun!
Behind him came Pang Xun, who was beaming with joy, and three warriors from the Sea Clan. Finally, behind him was Tan Sheng, whose legs and feet were trembling and did not dare to look at Xue Tong.
A series of details flashed through Xue Tong's consciousness. Tan Sheng's appearance was too coincidental, and he did not notice many doubts.
"Xue Tong, you are good at disguise. When you escaped, I knew that if I wanted to find you again, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. I could only wait for you to come to me."
"For three years, the Sea Clan has been auctioning off the best refined materials continuously. You are the one waiting for you. You finally couldn't bear it and came back in disguise, haha." Shi Kun looked up to the sky and smiled.
"You think Mr. Pang is uneducated and incompetent. He is just a bastard from the sea race. He is not as smooth as the human race, but he is also resourceful. Besides, you don't know about my race's unique intuition."
"You spent more than a million spirit stones in the bidding, but you refused to reveal the name of your sect. This is extremely unusual and fits your financial resources. I became suspicious and asked Tan Sheng to lure you into taking the bait." Pang Xun was extremely proud. .
"Shopkeeper Xue, I have no choice but to..."
Tan Sheng finished speaking, a golden light entered his eyebrows, and he fell to the ground.
"Actually, you can't blame him. He is also a poor man. The cause was Shopkeeper Xue." Shi Kun killed Tan Sheng and then used words to stimulate Xue Tong.
"The Black-skinned Sea Clan killed me quickly because they were worried that I would reveal the news of the ancestor's comeback." Xue Tong could see that Shi Kun was in great interest and planned to play and torture himself for a long time, so he immediately asked calmly.
"Of course, you are too cunning and will most likely betray your ancestor in exchange for the spiritual stone treasure."
"In the past five years, has anyone caused trouble for the ancestor? It is self-evident whether Xue disclosed the information or not."
"Many things should not have happened, but they happened just because they were self-righteous and looking for trouble."
"The relationship between Xue and the black-skinned sea tribe is clear evidence."
Xue Tong's mind was spinning a few times as he spoke, thinking hard about how to escape, "Shi Kun holds the magic weapon Destruction Golden Spear, so he can only use the black lacquer knife to save his life."
Shi Kun ignored Xue Tong and clapped his hands, "Taoist Master Lao, you are here at the right time. If the old man from this clan shows his hand, our future cooperation will be settled."
Three figures flew over the courtyard wall, Lao Qingshan and two followers!
Xue Tong's heart was as cold as ice. It was impossible for the black lacquer knife to kill two innates with one blow, and it was impossible to imagine the consequences of using the blood whip that stabbed Potian!
