The first floor of Tianbao Pavilion is very large. After nearly an hour of browsing, Jing Heng and the guard Wang Fei barely walked here.

After the journey, the prince of the Great Fu Dynasty had only a feeling of being deeply shocked.

Spiritual stones, jade, medicinal materials, etc., any piece of these natural treasures can be taken out, and it may cause a sensational auction in the city.

However, such things are just ordinary commodities in Tianbao Pavilion and can only be placed in the bottom area.

Moreover, these so-called treasures of nature and earth are the cheapest batches here.

In the first floor, in addition to those things, there are many immortal spiritual talismans, all of which are from the hands of real immortal cultivators, and each one contains incredible power.

When he saw these things, the Prince Feng couldn't help but be moved, such as the "Yanghuo Talisman".

According to the introduction, even mortals without magic power can use it directly.

After use, it can even stimulate the immortal fire and kill evil spirits.

This made Jing Heng, who knew the inside story of the monster, also yearn very much.

After all, no one will think that he is long-lived, let alone a prince like him?

If you can buy this spiritual talisman, it will be like an extra amulet. Even if you are not lucky one day, you will encounter those monsters, so you don’t have to close your eyes and wait to die.

However, these spiritual talismans are consumables, and each one is expensive. Even if the prince, he, could not help but be shocked.

Jing Heng decided that it would be better not to be impulsive. His goal was not the first level, but the higher level.

In addition, there are also many martial arts secrets in the first level. Although they are not considered to be the skill of cultivating immortals, they are the most unique skills in the world. This can be seen from the expression of the guard Wang Fei on the side.

From the moment Wang Fei saw those secret books, he looked unconscious and swept his eyes over the martial arts secret books.

If it weren't for knowing where this place was and having the last bit of rationality in his heart, Jing Heng felt that he might have wanted to rush forward directly.

It was also later that he learned from the other party that the secrets placed here were all famous martial arts in the world.

Some of them have even been lost for a long time. As long as they get it, they will basically be able to gain a place on the Heavenly List.

No matter which book of these techniques is, as long as they appear in the world, they will definitely be a bloody storm that will make countless people crazy.

"Tianbao Pavilion is worthy of being a fairy temple, with treasures of heaven and earth, and spiritual talismans and techniques. It is really dazzling and amazing..."

Jing Heng sighed secretly.

After living for so long, this is the first time he has had an eye-opening feeling today. It is like an old farmer living in the countryside. He has entered a big city for the first time and only feels that he is a completely unparalleled bun who has never seen the world.

"Wang Fei, please wait here. I'll go to the second floor to see what better treasures there are in this Tianbao Pavilion..."

Jing Heng ordered the guard beside him, but his eyes had already turned to the stairs not far away.

The latter nodded subconsciously. His attention was already attracted by those secrets of martial arts, and he could not even take care of his master for a while.

"Hmph, short-sighted..."

After glanced at his guard, Jing Heng cursed inwardly, and did not say much, and walked straight to the second floor of Tianbao Pavilion.

As a dignified prince, he was not as short-sighted as this guard. His mere mortal martial arts made him fascinated.

His goal is to make him a real practice technique, which is to make him an immortal technique like those immortals.

At this moment, at the entrance of the corridor leading to the second floor of Tianbao Pavilion, several luxuriously dressed people were hesitating there.

Like him, these people were even more curious about the things on the second floor after reading the first floor.

However, compared to the first floor, the ticket price on the second floor is ten times that of it. Even in a place like Hanyue City, the price of ten times is enough to discourage a large number of wealthy people.

You should know that this is just a ticket. Tickets alone are so expensive, so what about the products there?

Instead of spending so much money just to enjoy the pleasure of going up, it is better to buy a baby from the lower level, at least you can use it yourself.

After all, the first floor is about the same price, so it is already good for many people to buy one.

"Brother Wang, how long has Brother Chen been going up just now? Why haven't he seen him come down yet? Could it be that the second-level thing is really so attractive that he can't linger so much?"

A fat middle-aged man said at the entrance of the stairs.

"Haha, Brother Du, your problem is really redundant. You and I have been staying on this floor for so long. Brother Chen has been on the second floor for a longer time. What's so strange about it? Could it be that the treasure on the second floor is worse than the first floor?"

Another man in a money-skinned coat said.

"Haha, Brother Wang is joking... I'm not curious about what's up there. When Brother Chen comes down, I'll ask him..."

"That's right, the tickets on this second floor are very valuable. If there is no thing we need, there is no need to waste money anymore. It's better to buy something that can be used here."

“…”

The conversation between several people came into Jing Heng's ears one after another, and the latter couldn't help but sneer when he heard this.

"What are these shameless people who don't need? They are obviously short of money and can't afford it."

He thought so, but his feet kept walking straight to the corridor leading to the second floor.

"If this guest wants to enter the second floor of Tianbao Pavilion, he must pay 1,000 taels of silver, or a low-grade spirit stone, or he can enter it."

In front of the door, a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes said to him.

Jing Heng had known this price for a long time, so he was not surprised at the moment, but the latter payment method mentioned by the middle-aged man in China's clothing surprised him a little.

"Spirit stone? What is a spirit stone? Can it also be used as currency?"

"Yes, guest. The spirit stone is a treasure of heaven and earth that is nurtured by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It is a necessary item for the cultivation of immortals. It can also be used as currency for transactions between monks. A low-level spirit stone can be used to deduct 1,000 taels of silver in this cabinet..."

As if I have said it many times, the middle-aged man in China skillfully introduced the function of the spirit stone.

Jing Heng nodded, thinking that it was like this, and immediately understood the key to it.

"This makes sense. I guess if I plan to enter the top management of Tianbao Pavilion, the silver will naturally not be enough. I'm afraid I will need to use this spirit stone at that time...?"

The Washington man nodded.

Jing Heng said again:

"I heard what you said just now that a low-grade spirit stone can be worth 1,000 taels of silver, and it should also have medium-grade or high-grade spirit stones? I wonder how much these grade stones can be deducted? If I want to obtain them, where should I find them?"

Hearing this, several merchants around them also raised their ears and focused their attention here. They were also very curious about this issue.

The man in Washington was indeed a little impatient. As a master of the Tianlist, he was so uncomfortable when he walked around the world on weekdays. How could he be happy to introduce these things to people in detail like he is now?

In his opinion, all the people in front of him were mortals who could not even have martial arts skills. At most, they had two money. They were all weak and they were delusional and dreamed of cultivating immortals. They were simply dreaming about it.

And to put it bluntly, just by their own words, what can they do if they say it in detail? Could they really have the chance to get in touch with the spirit stone?

Even the outer disciple of Tianyuan Sect has not yet possessed a spirit stone. How could a few mortals have the chance to get it?

Therefore, the men in Washington were very impatient with Jing Heng's series of problems, and even had the urge to directly make them get out.

However, when he thought of his current identity, he knew that he could no longer be as casual as before, so he could only suppress his temperament and said:

"One hundred low-grade spirit stones can be regarded as a medium-grade spirit stone, one hundred medium-grade spirit stones are one top-grade, and one hundred high-grade spirits are considered as a top-grade. However, the spirit stones can only be offset, and this cabinet does not provide redemption services. If you need a spirit stone, you will find it yourself."

With his answer, Jing Heng also had a general understanding in his heart.

However, he also felt his impatient from the other party's expression and tone. As the uncle of the current saint and the prince of the Great Fu Dynasty, he had never suffered such anger. He snorted coldly in his heart, but he secretly recorded this person.

On the side, the man in the gorgeous clothes suddenly frowned and looked at him like lightning. After a clanging sound, a sword flashing with a cold light was placed on the latter's neck.

"You want to kill me?"

The man in the Chinese uniform asked in a cold tone.

Jing Heng was shocked, his hair stood up, and the sword that was so close that he felt that his neck had been broken.

He never expected that the person in front of him had such a sharp perception, and that he had just had a little murderous intent, and he was actually noticed.

"It's true that he is a master of the Heavenly List!"

Jing Heng was shocked.

When Wang Fei introduced him just now, he seemed to have an impression. This person seemed to be called "Dongruo Guanhuo" Murong Yuan, who should be a swordsman ranked 29th on the Tianlist.

"Is this the way to entertain guests in Tianbao Pavilion?"

Jing Heng pretended to be calm, but in fact he felt extremely nervous inside.

"Hmph, the jumping clown."

Murong Yuan immediately noticed the other party's attitude change, snorted coldly and put away his sword and returned to the sheath.

Seeing this, Jing Heng was furious. The murderous intent in his heart surged like a huge wave. After he decided to go back, he would definitely try his best to kill this person.

"court death!!"

Murong Yuan's face suddenly became even colder. The sword in his hand was shocked and left his body. A sword light flashed and he rushed straight towards Jing Heng's neck.

Although Jing Heng is a prince and knows some skills in three-legged cats, compared to the Murong Yuan in front of him, he can only be regarded as an ordinary person.

At this moment, when facing the opponent's attack, he had no time to react. He felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the sword with a cold light had already arrived.

However, in the next second, the sword that was coming quickly suddenly stopped in mid-air and stopped at an extremely short distance from Jing Heng's neck.

"Dingdai!"

Several consecutive steps came, and it turned out that Jing Heng reacted after realizing it, and took several steps back before stopping.

"you……"
To be continued...