Qin Cheng nodded and stood up, walked to the stage, reached out and pressed the bones.

He couldn't tell whether the white bone skeleton was the body of the ancient venerable, and he was pretending to do so.

As his palm moved, Qin Cheng gradually approached the top of the skull, and then his palm was invisible to pass through the pit where the hole was.

Qin Cheng's palm was sealed with the dead energy gushing out of the nails. If the two dead energy really had something to do, there would definitely be special changes.

As expected, just as Qin Cheng's palm passed by, the dead air in his palm became violent like boiling, and the dead air on the skeleton also trembled a few times.

Even the spikes in the storage bag seemed to sense something, and they were constantly buzzing.

“It really matters.”

Qin Cheng was about to part with a touch and immediately cut off the connection between the dead energy.

Even so, he clearly felt the resonance between the two.

I guessed right, the nails are really related to the corpse, but is it the nails summoning the dead energy, or is the pit summoning the nails?

"Fellow Daoist, I bought this item with 500 purple gold spirit coins."

Qin Cheng didn't say anything anymore, and spoke directly and looked at the bald head.

Five hundred is also the shortfall for a man to buy immortal arts at present. If this person is missing, he will definitely not sell it. If there is too much, Qin Cheng is unwilling to pay.

"Five hundred is five hundred, let's get the money."

The bald man gritted his teeth and saw Qin Cheng take away the skeleton, he felt a little heartbroken.

This thing is not easy for him to obtain, but unfortunately he has only a slight understanding of the body of immortals and demons, and does not know the relevant monks.

I originally wanted to sell about one or two thousand spiritual coins, but now I can only do this in order to obtain the magic skills of the Chaos God and Demon Lord.

Seeing Qin Cheng return to his position, many monks cast incomprehensible eyes, and some people's eyes were filled with ridicule and disdain.

Everyone had already named the authenticity of this thing, but Qin Cheng was still deceived for it.

However, he knew that Qin Cheng didn't feel very bad. He felt vaguely that the bones of the ancient venerable should be worth it.

Afterwards, several people appeared on stage, and Qin Cheng finally waited for the life-saving magic weapon he needed.

A gray-haired old man took out a ring.

"Everyone, everyone should be familiar with Linglong Immortal Pavilion. This thing is a thing refined by the Immortal Pavilion Tianqiao Immortal Lord. It has extremely strong defensive power. With the operation of spiritual energy, this thing can be expanded into a hundred-foot shield to cover everything, and it cannot be broken even at the peak of the fusion realm."

"Linglong Immortal Pavilion, fellow Taoist, are you true or false?"

After the gray-haired old man finished speaking, many monks had a look of movement.

One of the thin old men was the most surprised and couldn't help blurting out.

Linglong Immortal Pavilion is not simple, and many people have heard of Daming.

And the treasures produced by Linglong Pavilion have never been ordinary.

"This is what Zheng San said."

Some information also flashed through Qin Cheng's mind.

Linglong Immortal Pavilion was a major sect in ancient times. It was very famous and it was difficult to distinguish between good and evil. One of the major characteristics of the sect is that all the monks in the sect are good at refining weapons.

It is not a traditional magic weapon, but a magic weapon related to Qimen Dunjia.

The legendary puppet technique originated from Linglong Immortal Pavilion. In addition, there are also various wonderful magic weapons, such as palm-sized treasures that can be transformed into palace secret treasures, or paper-cutting to become dragons, ever-changing immortal weapons, etc.

And this small ring can actually turn into a large shield of 100 feet, which is completely in line with my own requirements.

"If you don't believe me, I'll demonstrate it now."

The gray-haired old man was extremely confident. He picked up the ring and put it on his hand, and then activated his breath.

An amazing scene suddenly appeared. The ring was like liquid flowing, and it melted into the monk's fingers. Then it turned into mist and spread in all directions, forming a large shield shape, recondensing and forming.

The shield is simple in style and has a thick atmosphere, making it look extremely sturdy.

"Friends of Daoist, the space here is limited, I cannot completely expand it, and it is not easy to try defense. However, considering this, I have asked Daoist Zhang to test it on his behalf before coming, so he can guarantee the effect of this thing."

When everyone saw Mr. Zhang nodding, many people were a little moved.

Regardless of whether this thing comes from Linglong Xian Pavilion or not, if it has this power, this thing is valuable enough.

"The starting price of this item is 3,000 spiritual coins, and the higher the price will be obtained." said the gray-haired old man.

As soon as the bid started, many monks immediately spoke.

After a few breaths, I called from three thousand spirit coins to six thousand spirit coins.

At this time, many people were tempted to retreat.

"I gave out eight thousand spiritual coins."

Just as Qin Cheng was preparing to bid, the thin old man who had performed the most exaggeratedly suddenly spoke.

Everyone was a little surprised. The old man soared the price by as much as two thousand for the first time.

"Friends of Taoism, I am a descendant of Linglong Immortal Pavilion. This thing is of great value to us. I hope you can give up." The thin old man stood up, bowed his hand with a serious face, and said to everyone.

It seems that he is not very relieved to have the price of the Eight Thousand Spirit Coins.

However, such a high price is here, no one bids for a few breaths.

Just when the old man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Eight thousand five hundred spiritual coins."

A somewhat cold voice sounded, and a young monk spoke slowly.

"Nine Thousand Spirit Coins." The old man was silent and then gritted his teeth.

"Ten thousand spirit coins."

The young man spoke again, and the old man looked nervous and bowed: "Fellow Taoist, please make a convenience. I am just studying this treasure, not using it. After I finish studying this item, I can sell it to you at a low price."

"It's ridiculous. Those who have the highest price will get it. Why do I want to give you face?"

The young man sneered: "Besides, I know who you are, and I need you to sell it at a low price?"

The old man gritted his teeth and quoted again, but he was soon suppressed by the young man.

The thin old man was completely defeated, with a look of disappointment and never shouted for a price again.

Just when the young man was full of complacent and felt that the thing was in his pocket, Qin Cheng raised his hand.

"Ten thousand spirit coins."

The audience was suddenly in an uproar, and many people looked at Qin Cheng in shock.

Qin Cheng bought the skeleton of the Venerable before, which left many people still impressed. Unexpectedly, this time he took out so many purple gold spirit coins.

Even the young man who had been calm frowned after hearing Qin Cheng's bid.

He made a offer again, but was suppressed by Qin Cheng again.

The young man couldn't stand it now.

Although the treasures of Linglong Immortal Pavilion are very good, nearly 20,000 purple gold spirit coins are a huge sum of money for anyone.

"Fellow Daoist, I am Feng Yueyao, Songfeng City. If you have something important to do in a few days, I hope to give you some face. My Feng family will also be grateful to you."

The young man dispersed and exposed his true face.

"It's really Mr. Feng. I've met him earlier, but I didn't expect him to come to Mucheng too."
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