The second finale item is actually a psychic artifact?

After a while of whispers in the hall, the silence quickly returned, far less than the sensation when the Haichao Pills were auctioned.

Everyone wants to have a channeling tool, but most monks simply can't hope for it.

The only ones who are eligible to fight are the nine people in the stone house.

Although channeling Taoist tools are generally exclusive to Jindan monks, fake elixirs, or peak Yuandan that have practiced upper-level Xuanpin techniques, can also be used reluctantly by later monks.

For example, Chen Ping refined Yu Zeqiu's Immortal Rope Lock, and his magic power could only support three moves.

Of course, if it is a medium-grade psychic artifact, Yuan Dan monks will basically not be able to use it.

A fiery gaze was fixed on the high platform, and even his breathing seemed a little heavy.

It was the very excited Chen Ping.

Yu Yangchang said before that he might not be interested in the second finale, which is completely correct.

If it were just an ordinary low-grade psychic artifact, he really had no intention of participating, even if it was a fire-attributed artifact.

Because the Nine-Yang True Fire Comb and Pure Yang Sword consume little but are powerful, they are more suitable for his current realm than most psychic tools.

However, this is not the case with thunder-attributed psychic tools.

The temptation towards Chen Ping far surpassed that of Haichao Wan.

He took out the Formation-Breaking Immortal Thunder Technique in the Golden Pearl Space and kept it on the shelf for many years.

Those who are not thunder cultivators need to find a new way to practice the Immortal Thunder Method of Breaking the Formation. They need to fuse a psychic Taoist artifact with at least a grade of thunder attribute with the physical body to start the first level of practice.

In the past, there was no magic, but the pain of looking at the ocean and sighing was like a fish drinking water. Chen Ping knew it.

Now that the opportunity has arrived, how could he just watch it disappear?

No matter what price he pays, he must take the final product to make up for the decline of the technique.

"Next, Fellow Taoist Yan will be personally responsible for the explanation and auction."

After saying this, Yu Yangchang rushed around and threw his hands before walking away regardless of the reactions of the cultivators on the field.

"Fellow Taoists, I'm sorry to disturb you."

Master Yan's voice was a little hoarse, and his words were filled with an indescribable haggardness.

Squinting his eyes slightly, Chen Ping sensed that this man's vitality had declined severely, and his face was even covered with traces of death that could be detected with the naked eye.

Thinking of the introduction in the intelligence, Chen Ping was no longer surprised.

Master Yan is nearly 530 years old, while the lifespan of Monk Yuandan is only 500 years. He has obviously swallowed a large number of treasures that increase lifespan.

But even with treasures to protect his life, the failure of his physical body was still the main reason why he looked weak.

"disease!"

Then, Master Yan flipped his wrist, and a blue-purple octagonal disk flew out spinning.

This plate is about one foot wide and narrow, with a circle of similar golden runes engraved on the edge. On the round hole in the center, there are five pointers as thin as matches, which are slightly emitting electric light.

"Twenty-five years ago, I accidentally acquired a batch of fourth-level thunder seal stones. Then I used this as the main material and added more than ten kinds of third-level thunder attribute auxiliary materials. After more than fifty months of painstaking smelting, I finally got it.

Create this low-grade psychic Taoist tool, the Xuansen Thunder Disk."

The monks in the audience listened with great interest, and from time to time they opened their mouths to discuss with their eyebrows flying.

After all, magic weapons like psychic tools are rarely accessible. Today is an eye-opener.

Chen Ping curled his lips, showing a hint of anger.

Over the years, he has successively visited large and small weapon-refining forces in Fuyou City, seeking to purchase thunder-attributed psychic tools.

He also visited Yan Jing's weapon refining workshop once.

But Old Man Yan bluntly said that he had no inventory, which disappointed Chen Ping.

Looking back now, Yan Jing did not regard him as an honored guest at all.

"This disk has sealed several lightning spells. If the user has enough magic power to release the lightning spells in one breath, it will be extremely difficult for monks of the same level to resist them."

"Moreover, the Xuansen Thunder Pan consumes mana relatively slowly. Even if you are not a senior Jindan, you can still attack it three or five times."

Then, Yan Jing's fingers holding the disc had a flash of inspiration, pouring part of the mana into it, and waved it slightly on his arm.

Suddenly, the pointers and runes on the disk lit up at the same time, and balls of cyan thunder appeared.

Shrinking and swelling, it instantly turned into a cyan halo the size of a millstone, and a powerful thunder-attribute spiritual power burst out at the same time.

This aura is twice as powerful as the best Taoist tools, and it is obviously a genuine psychic Taoist tool.

"Because I have never refined the Xuansen Thunder Disk, the thunder spells that can be activated now are less than five-tenths or six-tenths of its true power, and the thunder spell just now is only the weakest among them."

Lei Si dispersed and Yan Jing explained in detail.

"Master Yan, when will the official auction start? Di can't wait."

Di Xiuyuan, dressed in blue, clasped his fists and said with a slight smile.

"Fellow Daoist Di, you are not a thunder attribute monk, so don't fight with Hua."

A faint voice came from the mouth of a tall, thin and square-faced male cultivator.

This person is none other than Hua Haoyan, the ancestor of the sect of Jifeng Mountain, one of the ten major forces, and the Yuan Dan Dzogchen monk of Lei Linggen.

Jifeng Mountain should be the weakest among the ten major forces in Fuyou.

Otherwise, he would not be squeezed out of his position by the sudden rise of the Yuan Qing League.

"Fellow Daoist Hua, what you said is wrong. Even if Mr. Di doesn't use this thunder treasure himself, several of his Lei Linggen brothers in the sect are very jealous."

Scratching the beard on his chin, Di Xiuyuan raised his chest and head and said: "Feng Laozute of our sect

I made a decree to ask Di to bring the magic weapon back to the sect."

"Haha, that's it."

Hua Haoyan's expression changed and he smiled dryly.

Di Xiuyuan used the golden elixir monk to pressure others, but he did not dare to provoke him recklessly again.

But he will not give up the auction of Xuansen Leipan just because of a name.

There are many forces that have good relations with him. It is absolutely impossible for the Tainan Sect to destroy Jifeng Mountain in spite of the prohibition in order to compete for a low-grade psychic artifact.

"What a coincidence, Patriarch Yin of our sect also told Wanwan this way."

Playing with her black hair, Shen Wanwan chuckled.

Under the blooming beauty, she is charming and charming, and her eyes are flowing.

The practitioners who were watching on the sidelines were thirsty and found it difficult to control the changes in their bodies.

Even Di Xiuyuan, who was in the late stage of Yuan Dan, had burning eyes and a warm feeling in his lower abdomen. He was so surprised that he quickly held his breath and concentrated before regaining his balance of mind.

"The mind-confused body is indeed as hard to guard against as rumored."

Di Xiuyuan couldn't help but feel horrified in his heart, and pinched out the rising flame.

With Shen Wanwan's appearance and talent as a top-notch female cultivator in the archipelago's cultivation world, who wouldn't have some strange thoughts?

But he is very self-aware.

There is a high probability that this girl will be the beloved of a certain male Jindan cultivator in the future, so he should not have extravagant thoughts about getting involved with her while waiting for Yuandan.

"Is it Yin Xianyi who ordered Shen Wanwan to attend the auction?"

Chen Ping's eyelids twitched and a strange idea came to his mind.

Once, he was about to buy a thunder-attributed psychic artifact from Yin Xianyi, but she told her that only Gu Zhenren had one in his possession.

At that time, Chen Ping thought about it carefully and gave up.

Could it be that the woman was still thinking about this and bought Lei Bao with the intention of giving it to herself?

Thinking of this, Chen Ping hurriedly sent a message and asked: "Pavilion Master Shen, does Senior Yin have any special instructions?"

"Wanwan lied to them. Our ancestor was in seclusion and didn't give any orders at all."

Shen Wanwan covered her mouth and smiled, and said through the message: "Wanwan participates in the auction simply because she wants to add a treasure to my Lanyue Pavilion."

After hearing this, Chen Ping's face twitched slightly, but he was just being sentimental.

But it's better this way. He doesn't want to owe Yin Xianyi's favor easily.

"Pavilion Master Shen, please give up Xuansen Leipan to Chen."

After thinking for a while, Chen Ping discussed in a secret voice.

"Chen Daoyou is like a monk who specializes in fire-attribute skills. He can't use the thunder pan to exert 80% of its power."

There was a hint of doubt on Shen Wanwan's face.

"Chen bought it as a gift."

With a chuckle, Chen Ping made it up casually.
To be continued...