"Fellow Taoists, the origin of this jade slip from Pindao is not trivial. It was obtained from a Mulan guru who was killed by our ancestor Qingxu. It records the spiritual skills practiced by this guru. That The power is quite extraordinary!"
Fuyunzi held his long beard and boasted happily.
"Haha, if it is really powerful, can the Mulan master be killed and fall?
You're so naughty, you're so cunning! "
The monk who didn't grab the first place just now didn't give Fuyunzi any face and directly broke the situation.
"What fellow Taoist doesn't know is that it was three Nascent Soul stage monks who besieged him at that time, and that's why this man was so angry.
Hey, if you don't believe it, you can ask Patriarch Linghu for confirmation. "
Fuyunzi was not angry either, and cupped his hands toward the box above.
The person who caused trouble immediately shut up and sat back with a depressed look on his face.
"This jade slip has been banned by the Mulan people. Although some methods can be used to forcibly read the contents, it will also destroy the jade slip, so the entire Nine Nations Alliance only has this one.
Haha, Pindao wants to exchange it for a high-level earth element spiritual object, isn't that too much? "
After Fuyunzi said this, he glanced at the people in the audience expectantly.
However, all the monks in the alchemy stage were just talking about it, but no one was really willing to bid.
High-level spiritual arts? This is something extremely unpopular.
Luo Hong is no stranger to spiritual arts. The Xiaoyuyun Jue I practiced is a type of spiritual arts, but it is a low-level spiritual technique.
In fact, the profession of Ling Zhifu came from Mulan Grassland.
The resources for cultivating immortals in Mulan Grassland are very scarce, so they have enough motivation to create spiritual techniques that can increase the output of elixirs and grains.
Even low-level spiritual arts are prohibitively difficult to practice, let alone high-level spiritual arts.
Compared with the monks at the Nascent Soul stage, the master of the Mulan people must take out extremely precious spiritual objects in exchange for the spiritual skills practiced by such a strong man.
After paying such a high price, you can only get a spiritual skill that is difficult to cultivate. It's no wonder that all the monks in the alchemy stage are not interested.
Seeing this situation, Fu Yunzi, who had been looking complacent just now, immediately lost his expression. He did not expect that the extremely shrewd Yuanying old monster would be interested in spiritual arts, so he tried his best to say:
"Fellow Taoists should know that the Mulan people attach great importance to their own spiritual arts. It is really a coincidence that an article can be circulated this time. If you miss it this time, you may never have the opportunity to see it again!"
"Fellow Taoist, let's take a look at the contents of the box."
As soon as he finished speaking, a green wooden box flew towards Fuyunzi.
There was no surprise at all, it was one of the three wearing the colorful mask who took action.
Although these three people hid their faces, there were not many monks in the hall who did this, so everyone cast curious glances at them and quickly moved away.
Fuyunzi's face flashed with joy, he exhaled a breath of spiritual energy, and blew open the magic talisman on the lid of the box.
When he opened it, he found that inside the box was an earthy yellow stone with tree root-like veins covering its surface.
"Pregnancy stone?"
After Fuyunzi recognized what was in the box, he sighed slightly and said disappointedly:
"Fellow Taoist, although your pregnancy spirit stone is considered a rare treasure, it is far from what a poor Taoist needs, and... this grade is not enough. Please take it back."
After attaching the talisman again, Fuyunzi waved his hand and threw the green wooden box back.
"Ahem, poor Taoist, just tell the truth.
Pindao is exchanging spiritual objects from you in order to refine a protective magic weapon, so if any other Taoist friends are interested, please come up with the corresponding spiritual objects. "
"Niubi, don't be too greedy. Our six factions are often at war with the Mulan people. Even if there are high-level spiritual materials that can be used to refine protective magic weapons, we will only keep them for our own use."
The monk who had just caused trouble appeared again. Although what he said was quite rude, there was truth in it. Many people in the hall nodded silently after hearing this.
Just when Fuyunzi thought that his trip was in vain and was about to step down, Luo Hong suddenly spoke.
"Fellow Taoist, let's take a look at what's in the box below."
An ordinary jade box flew out of Luo Hong's hand. After Fuyunzi caught it, he opened it and took a look. His eyes suddenly widened. He pinched out an earthy yellow scale with his trembling hands.
There was a faint yellow aura on the surface of the scales, and the aura emitted was surprisingly thick.
In order to make sure that it was the spiritual object that he recognized, Fuyunzi opened his mouth and spit out a sword light at the khaki scales.
After the two collided, the sword light did not leave even a trace on the khaki scales. Fuyunzi immediately exclaimed:
"These are at least the scales of a seventh-level earth dragon!"
"What! It's a seventh-level dragon scale!"
"This fellow Taoist, I have a bottle of Guiyuan Pill, which can improve the cultivation of monks in the pill-forming stage. Please trade with me!"
Everyone in the hall immediately became commotion and stood up excitedly one after another.
"Haha, everyone, don't forget the rules of the trade fair."
Just when the scene was about to get out of control, a kind voice came from the box.
This voice was very magical. It calmed everyone's restless hearts and brought reason back to their brains.
No need to guess too much, the speaker is none other than Ancestor Linghu.
After Fuyunzi confirmed that the box contained scales of the seventh-level earth dragon, he was immediately overjoyed and hurriedly threw the box containing the spiritual jade slips to Luo Hong, as if he was afraid that the other party would regret it.
After putting away the box, Luo Hong continued to drink tea as usual, as if the commotion just now was not caused by him.
The moment Fu Yunzi stepped down, more than ten figures in the hall rushed to the high platform together.
In the end, a purple-robed monk was superior and stood on the high platform before everyone else.
The other monks sighed heavily as if they had lost a valuable treasure. Although they were unwilling to do so, they could only retreat due to the power of Ancestor Linghu.
"This time I have brought you a thousand-year-old Cold Marrow Zhizhi, which can be exchanged for high-level earth-moving spiritual materials. Are you fellow Taoists interested?"
Although the purple-robed monk said this to everyone, he kept his eyes on Luo Hong, clearly asking Luo Hong to quickly exchange the dragon scales for his elixir.
It's a pity that Luo Hong has very little demand for elixir due to his unique cultivation method, and has no intention of acquiring this extremely rare thousand-year-old elixir.
Seeing that Luo Hong was unmoved, the purple-robed monk frowned dissatisfied, but said nothing more.
After rejecting two monks who wanted to exchange for the thousand-year-old elixir, he took out two more spiritual items that were of high quality for trade, but failed to make a deal and finally stepped down empty-handed.
After that, everyone who came to the stage, like the purple-robed monk, first took out an extremely rare spiritual object in exchange for the remaining seventh-level dragon scales in Luo Hong's hand.
But none of them could arouse Luo Hong's interest, and no one got what they wanted.
Dissatisfaction gradually accumulated in the crowd. Luo Hong was still calm and composed, but Fan Mengyi was already a little restless.
As expected of a master, his ability to attract hatred always exceeds my imagination.
Fortunately, there are always very few monks who possess valuable spiritual objects. When those ten people failed and stepped down, the trade fair gradually returned to normal.
After drinking a cup of tea, a female cultivator in red palace clothes floated to the high platform, took out a magic weapon in the shape of a ring, and wanted to exchange elixirs with others.
Since this magic weapon of hers was owned by someone before, it would only be able to exert at most 70% of its power after someone else got it. Therefore, not many monks were interested, and no deal was reached in the end.
Just as she was leaving the stage disappointed, she heard the voice of the Taoist friend who had affected the entire trade fair.
"Fellow Taoist, do you have the magic-breaking elixir?"
"Devil-breaking pill? Of course it exists, but..."
The female nun in palace attire is an elder of the Hidden Moon Sect, and she prepared this magic-breaking pill for her to have a baby.
Although she is still far away from having a baby, she doesn't want to trade it out easily.
