Chapter 66 Selling weapons

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One after another, cold light fish dragons shot out, flying and flying like streams of light, floating in the entire hall.

"hiss!!!"

"How can it be!!"

"this!!"

"Oh My God……"

Everyone in the Zhenbao Pavilion hall took a breath, and their eyes widened in shock, as if they had seen some incredible scene, their eyes filled with disbelief!

The picture seemed to be still, and no matter whether it was humans or monsters, there was silence at this moment, and the entire hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Sixteen cold rays flew out in a row, including nine low-grade magic weapons and six medium-grade magic weapons, including the top-grade flying sword Qingfeng Sword.

After Ye Jin thought deeply, he still decided to sell the Qingfeng Sword. After all, the flying sword and the monkey always felt incompatible, and a stick was better.

Every magical weapon exudes a cold and evil aura. These magical weapons have all killed people with their former masters. The Ice Thorn was just forged like this. It has not seen blood yet and lacks murderous aura.

"Guanshi Gu, now you can calculate the price." Mandrill said calmly.

Gu Hanyou came back to his senses, looked at the various magical weapons and flying swords filled with cold light in the sky, smiled bitterly and said:

"Fellow Daoist Ye, you are really... just silent, you are a blockbuster!"

"It was Gu who was abrupt just now. Please forgive me, Fellow Daoist Ye."

"Manager Gu, you're welcome."

All the monks in the hall also came to their senses, but the eyes they looked at Mandrill completely changed.

This is no longer shock, but awe!

yes!

Everyone present was not a fool. It was clear at a glance that these magic weapons were not Mandrill's, but now they appeared in Mandrill's hands.

Is there any need to say more about the result?

To be honest, except for Xiu'er, who was born as a mortal and still doesn't understand the meaning of these sixteen magic weapons and flying swords, the other monks in the hall can understand the tragedy inside.

How many human monks have been killed...

It's like killing a god in one go!

Those Xiu who were looking weird and gloating just now quickly tucked their tails between their legs and slipped out, fearing to attract the attention of this murderous god.

These sixteen magic weapons are even more shocking than the corpses of sixteen human monks.

As for Zhao Xiaobailian, he ran away in despair long ago without making a sound.

Except for Ye Jin, everyone in the venue had already forgotten about this clown.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zhao Xiaobai's embarrassment-faced figure running away. Ye Jin said nothing, with a hint of a faint smile hanging on the corner of her mouth.

The bait has been set, and it remains to be seen whether any greedy fathead fish will take the bait.

Ye Wan'e, the capitalist and senior fisherman Jin, came to Wuyang City, how could he come back empty-handed?

Gu Hanyou was not as awed as ordinary casual cultivators, but his attitude towards Ye Jin became more and more enthusiastic.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, please wait a moment. It may take some time to evaluate the value of these magical weapons."

Gu Hanyou had a warm smile on his face, and even his tone of voice was filled with honorifics unconsciously.

Mandrill waved his hand nonchalantly: "You go ahead, Manager Gu. I'm just looking around to see what I need."

"As you please."

Gu Hanyou bowed politely, and at the same time stretched out his hand to summon a graceful and beautiful maid, and ordered:

"Lan Xiang, please entertain Fellow Daoist Ye well, don't neglect it!"

After saying that, he gave the maid a look that said you know.

"Lan Xiang obeys your order."

The maid named Lan Xiang respectfully accepted the order, walked gracefully in front of the mandrill with graceful steps, knelt down and said softly:

"I don't know what Master Ye Xian wants to see, but please tell Lan Xiang."

As he spoke, a fragrance like the orchid in the empty valley came gently, which was refreshing.

He really lives up to his name.

Ye Jin secretly said something in his heart, but he spoke lightly on his face:

"Where is the advanced spiritual object? Take me to see it."

When Lan Xiang saw that Mandrill didn't show any strange expression, a flash of disappointment flashed in her eyes, and she quickly responded respectfully:

"Please come with me."

After finishing his words, he stood up respectfully and went forward.

Mandrill nodded slightly and followed step by step. Next to him was Xiu Niang, who looked a little restrained. She wanted to leave, but without Ye Jin to say anything, she didn't dare to leave at will.

Wherever the two of them went together, the monks around them subconsciously avoided them.

Soon, the three of them arrived at the southeast corner of the hall, where some carved wooden shelves were placed against the wall, displaying various exquisite brocade boxes.

"I wonder what kind of spiritual object Master Ye Xian needs? Can there be a specific name?" Standing in front of the wooden frame, Lan Xiang asked softly.

Ye Jin didn't know what exactly he needed. He came here just to collect spiritual objects that could cause the Jamfu Treasure Tree to react.

"Let's take a look."

Mandrill nodded lightly and said noncommittally.

Although Lan Xiang was a little confused, she kept Gu Hanyou's instructions in mind and did not ask. Instead, she took out a brocade box on the wooden stand and opened it.

A flower that looks like a white bone appears in front of you with a faint ghostly howl.

"This is a first-grade high-grade raw bone flower. It is the main ingredient for refining the great healing medicine Black Jade Intermittent Ointment."

The mandrill took the brocade box expressionlessly and put it back without feeling any reaction from the Jamfu tree.

Seeing that Ye Jin was not interested, Lan Xiang continued to introduce the next one:

"This is a top-grade fire pomegranate fruit. Taking it can increase the power of fire spells below the base level by 10%."

Continue to shake your head and continue to patiently introduce:

"This is a first-grade, top-grade, century-old ironwood core..."

"This is the first-class top grade..."

It has to be said that Zhenbao Pavilion is indeed a time-honored restaurant that has been operating for hundreds of years. Just mentioning the patience of the maids who are neither arrogant nor impetuous is enough to make strangers turn back and become regular customers.

At the same time, Ye Jin also discovered that the spiritual objects in the Treasure Pavilion were all at least first-level high-grade ones, with very few middle-grade spiritual objects and none of the low-grade ones.

Lan Xiang continued to introduce for half an hour, and never showed any impatience from beginning to end. Moreover, every time he introduced a spiritual object, he would introduce the use of the spiritual object in detail.

Even the mortal embroiderer forgot her discomfort and stood aside to listen with great interest, which was an eye-opener.

A total of seventy-nine kinds of spiritual objects have been introduced, and more than seventy of them are first-grade and top-grade. The remaining nine kinds of mid-grade are also top-grade, and there is no need for high-grade elixirs or mines.

As for the second-level spiritual objects, such treasures that are only needed for transparent foundation building cannot be placed in the lobby on the first floor.

Ye Jin picked out seven items in total, including elixirs and minerals.

There were six spiritual objects in it that caused the Jamfo Treasure Tree to react and could refine red silk. The last one was the fire pomegranate fruit. Although it could not refine red silk, it could increase the power of fire spells by 10%. Ye Jin still used it. Stayed.

To be honest, the probability is lower than Ye Jin imagined.

Until now, he has not figured out why the Jamfo Precious Tree is interested in these low-level spiritual beings.

Could it be that there is a residual law in it?

Or is it luck?

At this time, Gu Hanyou finally finished appraising all the magic weapons and walked over quickly with a bag of tips in his hand.

"I've been asking Fellow Daoist Ye to wait for a long time. The total is thirteen thousand low-grade spiritual stones. Here are the detailed prices. Fellow Daoist Ye, please take a look."



PS: There will be more later.