Chapter 172 The rich man

Not only that, during this period, after Du Jun's sacrifice and refining, the generals reached the peak of the spiritual grade. They were only one line away from breaking through the immortal grade. This line was like a layer of thin paper. If it was broken, it would be established. If it was broken, it would become a gutter!

Du Jun used numerous beast souls to sacrifice to killing generals, reaching the limit that the killing generals could bear, with a total of 729 souls. Among them, apart from a few immortal ghosts, more than 700 souls were all evil ghosts!

During these ten years, Mo Wen and others did not return to Fengyin Pavilion, and Cang Yun was even more unwilling to go back. She chased and killed her for ten years and met Du Jun five times. After being entangled, she saw that Mo Wen and others added several more people.

These few people, one monk, one disciple of the Five Elements Sect, and one disciple of the Sword Sect. The person from the Dao Sect was actually one of the three old Taoists in the battle of Xuanyin that year, which was the senior brother of Honghe, whose Taoist name was Hongyu!

All the people were in the Golden Pill stage. After five entanglements, they were repeatedly fled by Du Jun, which was very angry.

"If the Silver Pill Stage reaches the Silver Pill Stage, you will no longer be afraid of Mo Wen and others!"

In a fierce land in the Central Plains, Du Jun flew out and rushed all the way, thinking in his heart: "The Cental Plains Changtian Pavilion is the largest exchange between monks. Today, this game of chess should be collected!"

Huantian Pavilion is located at the intersection of Xianzhou and Yuzhou, and does not belong to any of the five major sects in the Central Plains. It is said that its founder is a lay disciple of the Buddhist sect and has cultivated himself as the second level of the Nascent Soul Heaven!

Du Jun looked at the Wujiang River and was shocked, but saw a mountain towering thousands of feet away. Looking at it, it was hollowed out and turned into a tower. There were countless courtyards around the mountain, and the spectacular Wujiang River water surging away. With a bang, it added a bit of majesty!

Du Jun restrained his cultivation in the middle stage of the God Transformation and left all the way. As soon as he approached the many courtyards in front of the mountain, several people came to us. His divine thoughts swept away Du Jun. The first person showed a smile and said, "Fellow Taoist is here, what are you going to do?"

"Sell!" Du Jun said coldly.

Although the first person was still smiling, a hint of contempt appeared in his eyes and said intimately: "Another poor man."

Despite this, he still asked, "Dao you dare to ask what items do you want to sell?"

Du Jun said nothing and raised his hand to throw out a Sumeru bag.

The first person took it, his divine thoughts swept away, his face changed drastically, and he said in a lost voice: "Hundreds of souls?"

Looking at Du Jun's eyes again, I couldn't help but be shocked. After a few moments, the man's eyes became complicated. He sneered in his heart and said in his mind: "What a young monk, the so-called wealth is not white..."

"What price do fellow Taoist want?" the man asked again.

Du Jun frowned, not expecting that the Chuangtian Pavilion was so grand that it could not allow him to enter it with a hundred soul items, and he could only trade outside.

He snorted coldly, and when he raised his hand, there was another Sumeru bag.

Seeing this, the first person changed his expression again. He hurriedly took it. He swept his mind and was stunned. It was not until the follower behind him quietly called him, and he woke up like a dream and murmured: "Spiritual magic weapon, twenty spiritual magic weapons!"

One sentence immediately caused everyone to take a breath, and they were full of doubts about where Du Jun came from!

He took out a hundred soul and twenty spiritual items in one breath, and even those who were used to seeing the rich were shocked.

The first person immediately accepted his disdain for Du Jun and politely introduced Du Jun into a courtyard. He came to the gate and stopped the visiting disciples. The first person laughed and said, "This is the Jiantian Villa. Unless there is an amazing amount of spiritual jade transactions, it is difficult to enter. As for the mountain, it is used for my Changtian Pavilion auction."

Du Jun did not speak and immediately entered the courtyard alone. After scanning, he saw a stone table in the courtyard, one meter in radius, with a stone pier corresponding to the north and south. Behind the stone pier in the north, there were several stone piers.

Du Jun realized in his heart that the northern stone pier was for the guests, and the several stone piers followed were for the followers, and immediately stood on the northern stone pier.

As soon as he sat down, he heard a hearty laughter coming from the house. Du Jun's eyes flashed before him, and an old man sat on the stone pier in the south. His divine thoughts moved slightly. The old man was actually the peak of the Silver Pill.

"It's him!" A glimmer flashed across Du Jun's eyes.

The old man was energetic, with a square face and big eyes, and smiled and said, "I don't know what you want to change?"

When Du Jun heard this, he placed two Sumeru bags on the stone table. The old man's mind moved and took them. His expression couldn't help but move slightly. He took a deep breath and asked, "Fellow Daoist is sure you want to change it?"

Du Jun nodded.

"What should I change easily?" the old man asked with a serious expression.

"Lingyu!" Du Jun said coldly, but his expression seemed to be pretending, giving people a sense of harshness and introvertedness.

An inexplicable light flashed across the old man's eyes and smiled: "The price of the soul magic weapon is about 500,000 grass jade, among which the price difference between the upper, middle and lower third-level prices is about 50,000 grass jade."

After a change of topic, he continued: "The price of spiritual magic weapons is about three million grass jade, and the price difference of the third level is about two hundred thousand."

Du Jun shook his head and said, "Look carefully!"

The old man was stunned, and carefully swept the two Sumeru bags with his spiritual sense. Suddenly his body shook and he said in a lost voice: "Bai Bao!"

The so-called white treasure refers to those magic weapons that have just been refined, but have not been sealed into the weapon spirit, nor have they experienced any master's magic weapons. I think that if this kind of magic weapon does not have a weapon spirit, the recipient will have a greater choice, and it is more convenient to sacrifice and refine and recognize the master.

Therefore, the price of white treasures is far more than the magic weapons left by those monks!

The old man took a deep breath, looked at Du Jun a few glances, and suddenly asked, "Dao to ask where do you get these magic weapons from?"

"I've taken the bait!" Du Jun said inwardly.

He smiled and said, "I am a weapon refiner!"

The old man was stunned again, weapon refiner! That was a terrifying existence. Although any cultivator could refine magic weapons, the chance of success was very low, and there were many genius treasures needed!

However, the weapon refiner has secret techniques that others cannot guess. Not only does it rarely fail in refining magic weapons, but the use of fewer heavenly and earth treasures for the same level of magic weapons is also less than that of ordinary cultivators.

Therefore, the three words "Weapon Refiner" represent wealth and terrifying connections!

"I hope fellow Taoist keeps it secret for me, otherwise someone might rob the secret technique of my family's inheritance!" When Du Jun lied, his face was not changing and his heart was not beating.

The childishness he deliberately showed made the old man smile quietly and said, "Don't worry, this fellow Taoist!"

The old man's divine thoughts moved, forming a shield, covering the two of them.

Du Jun immediately showed a shocked look and said sternly: "What are you doing with a fellow Taoist??"

The old man smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist is a little restless. I am considering the safety of the fellow Taoist. Not everyone in the Changtian Pavilion is as kind to me!"

Du Jun sneered secretly, but his face showed lingering fear, and said, "I thought fellow Taoist..."

The old man smiled and said, "Let's do this, one piece of spiritual magic weapon, five million grass jade, and one piece of soul, one piece of one.5 million, how about it?"

Du Jun nodded, but threw out a Sumeru bag and said, "Where is this one?"

The old man took the Sumeru bag in surprise, swept his mind, and his face changed drastically. He was shocked and could not speak for a long time. After a long time, he said anxiously: "Is this spiritual peak magic weapon also been refined by fellow Taoists himself?"

"Yeah." Du Jun laughed inwardly.

The old man took a deep breath, stared at Du Jun, and said in a deep voice for a long time: "How about this piece of thousands of grass jade?"

"Thirty million!" Du Jun shook his head.

The old man was silent for a moment and said, "Twenty million grass jades, no more!"

"Okay, I'll just be a friend to make friends with fellow Taoists." Du Jun was embarrassed for a while and said helplessly: "But I want all the grass jade!"

The old man was stunned, smiled bitterly, and said, "Is there no need to discuss?"

Du Jun nodded with a firm expression.

The old man sighed and understood why Du Jun was like this. He got up and left the courtyard, came back for a while, and entered the house again. It took him a long time to land on the stone pier and smiled bitterly: "I have gathered a few grass jades from the courtyard, which is barely enough."

After saying that, he threw a Sumeru bag to Du Jun and said, "This is 135 million grass jades, fellow Taoists will count it."

Even Du Jun's divine thought of the earth pill, it took half an hour to count such a huge spiritual jade. He nodded, Du Jun stood up and said, "It's so great, I hope fellow Taoist keeps it secret for me!"

The old man nodded with a smile.

Du Jun was no longer stuck, and immediately left the courtyard, and immediately left. His anxious body and his face were very suitable for a god-transforming monk with a treasure.

In the courtyard, once Du Jun left, the old man's smile disappeared immediately, his face was cold, and with a light shout, a ghost energy rose above his side, and then an immortal ghost appeared.

"Go, hold back the god-transforming monk!" The old man said coldly, and the immortal ghost flashed and disappeared in the courtyard.

The old man was silent for a long time, and suddenly couldn't help laughing and said softly: "I didn't expect that this great benefit would have been encountered by me. The more than 100 million grass jades in the past made me moved. But if he didn't reveal his identity as a weapon refiner, I might still hesitate!"

"But no longer needs it now! Once I master the secret technique of the weapon refiner, it is no longer a problem to break through the golden elixir. I can even reach the broken elixir in the future. With the pile of countless spiritual jades, I am even expected to turn into a baby!"

In the courtyard, the old man looked excited and gritted his teeth and said to himself!

Du Jun had been in the process of ten miles and had already discovered the tracking of the immortal ghost. He sneered and said to himself: "If I use the immortal ghost to track me a mere god-transforming cultivator, I am afraid that if I really do in the God-transforming stage, I will definitely not be able to discover it, but now...hum!"

He pretended not to know, and rushed out for a hundred miles in one breath. He stopped and immediately took out a talisman he bought somewhere else and stuck it on his body, and immediately lost all his energy.

With a sneer, Du Jun broke through the ground with his spiritual thoughts, turned into it, and went into a thousand feet below the thick soil, and then remained silent.

In the courtyard, the old man sneered. Under his control, the immortal ghost had already attached himself to Du Jun's back. He could not get rid of the immortal ghost's stalking.

Moreover, the immortal ghost cultivation is equivalent to earth pills. No matter he is a god-transforming cultivator, he cannot discover the existence of immortal ghosts.

"No need to delay!" The old man sneered, his body leaped away in the air, chasing Du Jun's place.
Chapter completed!