"Wanqi Pavilion!" Yuwen Zhouyuan walked in with his two disciples without hesitation.
"Senior, how can I help you?" A man in green clothes and a small hat came up and asked respectfully.
"I want the best spiritual weapon." Yuwen Zhouyuan said to the guy.
"Spiritual weapon?" The guy was stunned. Although he couldn't tell the specific realm of Yuwen Zhouyuan, it was obviously from the imagination of a real person or above. It's not too strange to want a spiritual weapon.
But then, he discovered that behind Yuwen Zhouyuan, two girls with low eyebrows and good-looking eyes were standing. Both of them were extremely bright, and their faces could not help but show understanding.
"Okay, senior, please go upstairs and wait for a while, junior will get it right away." The waiter said hurriedly.
"Remember, you want the best." Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
Yuwen Zhouyuan gave some instructions and took his two apprentices along the stairs to the second floor.
Not long after waiting, the waiter moved very quickly. In just half a cup of tea, he took out the spiritual weapon and uncovered the red cloth on the tray as if it were a treasure. Unfortunately, Yu Wen Zhouyuan took a look at it, but was not interested.
There was a sword, a sword, and a shield on the plate. In the eyes of ordinary people, they might be considered good treasures, but in my own eyes, they were obviously worthless things.
"Senior, you're not interested?" the guy asked.
"That's right, I'd better go somewhere else and have a look." Yuwen Zhouyuan said slightly disappointed.
Murong Die did not speak, but Murong E quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The two sisters were smart enough to guess that the master was buying things for themselves, but these spiritual weapons were obviously very good.
Of course, they didn't dare to interrupt randomly. Seeing that Yuwen Zhouyuan had already stood up, a voice came into their ears: "Senior, do you really want to buy a good spiritual weapon?"
Yuwen Zhouyuan raised his head and saw an immortal cultivator in gray clothes. He was about in his early fifties and his realm was around the middle stage of a real person.
"Yes, are you here to enjoy the mountains and rivers?" Yuwen Zhouyuan said coldly.
"Of course we have good spiritual weapons in our store, but the price is extremely scary, even more than top-level ancient treasures. So... senior, are you still interested?" In addition to Yu Wenzhouyuan, there were other customers on the second floor. After listening,
These words came as a surprise.
As we all know, a spiritual weapon is a spiritual weapon. No matter how good the spiritual weapon is, it cannot be compared with a magic weapon. The price is naturally the same.
It is more expensive than ordinary ancient treasures. Is it wrong to think that the customer is being taken advantage of?
However, Yuwen Zhouyuan put his hand on his forehead and said with a thoughtful look in his eyes: "If you dare to offer such a high price, your store's spiritual weapons must be unique."
"Senior, we are mistaken. The spiritual weapon was not made by us, but obtained from the remains of ancient monks." The real monk said.
"Oh, then please bring it to Taoist friends for a look. As long as the product is good and the price is not an issue, I will definitely satisfy you." Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
As Yuwen Zhouyuan spoke, he sat back again. Soon the other party brought him the spiritual weapon he wanted, but it was packed in a brocade box.
People rely on clothes, and Buddha relies on gold. Good packaging can increase the value of items. Mortals know this truth, so how can immortal cultivators not know it.
However, despite such pretentiousness, Yu Wen Zhouyuan casually flicked his sleeves and robes, the light rolled by, and opened the box directly.
"This..." Seeing the thing inside, even with Yuwen Zhouyuan's extensive knowledge, he couldn't help but be shocked. It turned out to be a pair of wings, shining with silver light and exuding a cold metallic luster, but he couldn't tell what they were for.
What material is it made of?
However, Yuwen Zhouyuan's expression calmed down, and his intuition told him that this was a good thing.
Happy to see the hunting heart! Yuwen Zhouyuan picked it up and flicked it gently with his hand. An ethereal sound reached his ears, and then he injected mana into it, and circles of blue arcs appeared on the surface of the shield.
It is a thunder-attributed treasure, and it has more than just auxiliary effects. Yuwen Zhouyuan raised his hand and sacrificed the wing-shaped spiritual weapon.
The roar quickly grew louder, and then in a flash, the wings that appeared behind Murong Die's delicate body were so huge that they almost covered her entire body.
"Die'er, please try the power of this treasure." Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
After receiving the master's instructions, Murong Die took a breath and injected all the mana into her body. Then she flapped her wings and released countless light waves, all in the shape of feathers.
That power is not worth mentioning in the eyes of Yuwen Zhouyuan, but to low-level monks, it is extremely terrifying. I am afraid that even the immortal cultivators in the middle stage of True Yuan will be killed instantly if they cannot avoid it.
Yuwen Zhouyuan flicked his sleeves and a ray of green cloud rolled over him, neutralizing the attack.
After all, this is in a store. "You can't break other people's things."
Yuwen Zhouyuan remained calm on the surface, but he was greatly surprised in his heart. This spiritual weapon was so terrifyingly powerful. Die'er was only in the Qi stage, but with the help of this object, he could easily leapfrog challenges and even instantly kill immortal cultivators two levels higher than him.
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When I was in the Zhenqi stage, no matter what the elixir was, I would never be able to do this.
The others were also shocked, with interest in their eyes.
"How do you sell this thing? The speaker was an old man in a soap robe, who was also a cultivator in the True Master stage.
"Twenty thousand middle-grade spiritual stones." The shopkeeper said with a smile.
"What?" The people around them almost thought they heard wrong. Twenty thousand mid-grade spiritual stones, combined with two million low-grade spiritual stones, are enough to buy several pieces even if they are good magic weapons. This spiritual weapon is certainly not trivial, but
It's still not as powerful as ordinary magic weapons. If you buy a sacrifice, isn't it too much?
Especially in the waters of Yuntai Island, there are already very few resources. Compared with monks of the same level in other places, the immortal cultivators here are also more strapped for money.
Two million spiritual stones are not something that ordinary true master-level monks cannot afford, but even if they are buying treasures for themselves, they have to think twice about it. Although this spiritual weapon looks good, it is of no use to me at all.
How can they be willing to buy it for juniors?
Therefore, although many people are excited, they feel their wallets and have no interest in buying.
As for the Murong sisters, they were even more stunned. Considering the situation of the Medical Talisman Sect, not to mention using two million to buy a spiritual weapon, even buying it with 20,000 felt like a luxury.
"Master..." Needless to say, my sister, even Murong Die, who had always been very steady, was breathing heavily, and his uneasiness was clearly revealed.
"You two don't have anything to worry about." Yuwen Zhouyuan then turned his head: "Twenty thousand middle-grade spiritual stones are no problem. I want this thing."
The shopkeeper couldn't help but be overjoyed after hearing this. This thing can't be said to be a hot potato, but it's really not easy to sell. It's either too high or too low. The price of two million is enough to scare away most immortal cultivators.
Heaven is still a spiritual weapon, and there is no way to compare it with a magic weapon. But if it is sold at a low price, it feels like it is not worth it. After all, it is rare for such a heaven-defying thing to appear among spiritual weapons.
It has been unsold in the store for a long time, and now I finally found the victim... no, it was a buyer with a discerning eye.
Yuwen Zhouyuan flicked his sleeves, the light rolled by, and a large pile of spiritual stones appeared out of thin air on the ground. Of course, they were all medium-grade items. If he paid with low-grade spiritual stones, I'm afraid there wouldn't be enough room for them upstairs.
"Did you count correctly?" Yuwen Zhouyuan's smiling voice reached his ears.
The shopkeeper was overjoyed, and quickly covered it with his spiritual consciousness, and quickly raised his head: "That's right, these Yun Dian Lei Luan Wings belong to the seniors -"
However, before he finished speaking, a strange voice came into his ears: "Wait a minute, I want this treasure." The voice was not loud, but the arrogance was clearly revealed.
Yuwen Zhouyuan frowned. It is said that one can know the elegant meaning by listening to a stringed song. Listening to the sound can also make a certain identification of the master's temperament. It is obvious that this person is not a good person.
Before the voice fell, several powerful auras appeared in the entire hall, and a group of monks from the Siren clan came in.
Not to mention the servants and maids, the leader is a young man in brocade. He looks about twenty-eight or nineteen years old, but he is not handsome. On the contrary, he looks very fierce. What is striking is that his pupils are blood red.
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He looks extremely weird, with a crazy charm. This is a cultivator in the late stage of a true master, and his level is naturally not low. But the important thing is not this, his blood-red pupils are
A scary place.
The Horned Dragon King Clan! Yuwen Zhouyuan once read in an ancient book that among the Siren Clan, only blood relatives of the Horned Dragon King have red pupils.
"What did he call himself just now, Prince? Could he be the biological son of the Horned Dragon King?" The thought came to his mind, and Yuwen Zhouyuan couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
Although the shopkeeper's cultivation level is low, his understanding of the Siren Clan is far beyond that of Yuwen Zhouyuan. His eyes swept over the person who came, and his face turned pale with shock. They were really from the Horned Dragon Royal Clan. Their clothes, and
It is absolutely impossible for anyone to counterfeit the signs on the collars of the clothes, because doing so would be tantamount to becoming the enemy of the Horned Dragon King, and who would dare to offend the Horned Dragon King and his family when they are full and strong enough?
The Dragon King himself is a cultivator at the peak of the middle stage of True Self, and his status is extremely noble. In terms of strength and power, he is far from comparable to the old casual cultivator like Lord Jiaowen.
At this moment, the shopkeeper was dumbfounded. The treasure that had been unsold in the store for a long time suddenly turned into a fragrant steamed bun. Just after it was sold, it was picked up by a big customer again.
Even if the person in front of him is not the Crown Prince of Qiu Long, he must be related to him. In any case, he cannot afford to offend him.
With this thought in his mind, the shopkeeper put on a smile on his face and said cautiously: "Senior, I'm really sorry. It would have been better if you had come a step earlier. This Yun Dian Lei Luan Wing has just been used."
Pay the money, deliver the goods, and sell it to the senior next to you." He called a bunch of six-two-five, indicating that this spiritual weapon has nothing to do with our store. The Horned Dragon Royal Family cannot afford to offend you. If you want the spiritual weapon, the problem is solved.
Give Yuwen Zhouyuan a headache.
The young man in brocade robe turned his head after hearing this. With his cultivation, he could not see through Yuwen Zhouyuan's Qi-condensing technique.
In his eyes, this was just a monk in the middle stage of a true master, not worth mentioning.
"Fellow Taoist, can you give me the thing in your hand? No matter how many spiritual stones you bought at that time, I am willing to pay twice the price. I don't know what my friendship is, but I will never let it go."
You are at a disadvantage." The Jinpao Master's voice reached my ears. His tone was quite gentle, but for some reason, there was an air of arrogance in it.