Feng Mian, who had the body of an eagle, walked step by step to the edge of the wing, lowered his head and looked at the calm old man in the lobby downstairs.
Many monks looked sideways, either looking at Old Man Xuanpo with concern, or looking at Feng Mian with gloating.
A master with the blood of the Demon King, who does not take human beings seriously and acts extremely arrogantly and domineeringly.
However, I met someone who was so ruthless that he didn't even care if he fell down a few times.
Everyone knows that this matter will never end that simply.
"One hundred and thirty spirit coins!"
Sure enough, after taking a deep look, Feng Mian continued to bid with anger.
During this silence, dozens or hundreds of gazes gathered, falling on the demon and the old man Xuanpo respectively.
"One hundred and thirty...one spirit coin!"
In the lobby, Old Man Xuanpo said lazily while drinking tea.
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Mian's face darkened, and in addition to the ferocious aura in his eyes, there was also a strong murderous intention surging.
If there weren't too many human monks here, a golden elixir great monk wouldn't be able to protect him. Otherwise, he would be angry and kill this old man who deliberately bids!
However, after careful consideration, Feng Mian could only continue to bid, and could not really ignore the rules here.
Although the great golden elixir monk of Haohan Tower favors the demon clan, there are still some rules that must be followed, otherwise, let alone him, even the Split Wind Demon King will still get into trouble if he ignores the rules.
In just a moment, the two of them shouted the price of this magic weapon all the way to one hundred and eighty-one spiritual coins, with no intention of stopping.
"It's really dangerous for Old Man Xuanpo to do this!"
Ji Yuan couldn't help but whisper.
No matter what the other party said, he still has the blood of the Demon King, has a high status in the Split Wind Demon Realm, and is surrounded by demon cultivators at the peak of the three realms, and his methods are endless.
Although Old Man Xuanpo was once a great monk of the Golden Pill, he broke the Golden Pill again and fell from that realm again.
Even though he has maintained his cultivation level at the late stage of the Third Realm, it is absolutely impossible to say that there are no hidden wounds accumulated in his body.
If the two sides are really completely against each other, coupled with the bias of a great Jindan monk, it may be difficult for Old Man Xuanpo to leave Lingyang Mansion safely, or even the territory of Luoxia County.
"Two hundred and fifty!"
In the side room, Feng Mian shouted in a deep voice with a livid face.
Although this magic weapon is in excellent condition and suits him very well, the price of two hundred and fifty spiritual coins is still too much.
According to the normal price, this magic weapon should be around one hundred and fifty spiritual coins, but now it is worth a hundred more!
However, even though Feng Mian knew that the other party was deliberately raising the price in order to disgust him and make him unhappy, he could only bite the bullet and accept it.
No matter what, at least at the current trade fair, he represents the face of the demon clan and the majesty of the Split Wind Demon Realm. He must never take a step back in the face of any provocation.
"Two hundred and fifty!"
Old Man Xuanpo clicked his tongue and shook his head: "I've fallen into this state too many times, and my family's wealth has almost been depleted. Now I can't even come up with a hundred spirit coins... Let's forget it."
It seemed like he was murmuring to himself, but it was blessed by the old man's magic power and easily reached the ears of many monks here.
The entire trade fair suddenly became quiet, and even the female nun presiding over the high platform didn't know what to say for a moment.
I don't know who did it, but suddenly there was laughter from all directions, and I couldn't tell who was laughing wantonly.
Under the impression of this laughter, most of the monks were smiling, and when they looked at the wing where the demon tribe was, there was a deep sense of ridicule in their eyes.
"This old man Xuanpo is indeed a ruthless person!"
Jiang He resisted clapping and applauded, and spoke in a low voice.
Hearing this, Ji Yuan also nodded. Spending about one hundred more spiritual coins was not a small amount of money for these prominent monks, although it was not enough to break their muscles and bones.
The most important thing is that the dignity of the demon clan that Feng Mian has always maintained was given away by a few words from the old man Xuanpo (this chapter is not finished yet!)
Chapter 158: Innate Restriction
It was made like an illusion and became a joke in the eyes of everyone here.
This handsome man among the demon tribe let out a cold snort with a livid face, and the murderous aura between his brows seemed to have turned into substance.
He didn't say anything more, turned around and sat back in his seat, his eyes filled with murderous intent and demonic aura. He had decided to wait until now and kill Old Man Xuanpo no matter what!
After a little turmoil, the trade fair continued, and several more treasures were displayed in front of many eyes.
"For the sake of hundreds of mortals, a man is willing to sacrifice his cultivation level and fight for the collapse of a golden elixir, but he still has to pull out a demon clan force and kill three big demons and five hundred demon clansmen in the same realm."
Ji Yuan said with twinkling eyes: "This demon king's bloodline meets the old man Xuanpo, and he deserves to be unlucky!"
However, he was also a little curious. Even after reaching this point before, why did the great Jindan monk who was in charge of Haohan Tower not come forward to express his position again?
Although due to the rules, even this person cannot interfere with the bidding at the fair, but he can use his status to intimidate, otherwise wouldn't he worry about other monks following his example?
"I'm afraid that the vast building is not a piece of iron barrels."
As if she saw what he was thinking, Qian Nishang, who was sitting opposite, couldn't help but speak out.
Ji Yuan looked thoughtful after hearing this, and all kinds of information about Haohan Tower suddenly appeared in his mind.
This force is different from Ming Xinxuan. There are no two or three masters who are in charge together. Instead, they all belong to one family. The power can be said to be very concentrated.
But this is only in the eyes of outsiders.
In this family, there are still different voices. Among them, the most powerful ones are the lineage of the head of the family and the lineage of the chief family, each of which has a golden elixir great monk as its worshiper.
I just don’t know which lineage of Haohan Tower the great monk who prefers the demon clan belongs to?
Ji Yuan was thinking to himself, and at the next trade fair, he occasionally made bids and bought several more precious spiritual objects, which happened to be the materials needed to cast Zhao Yuebai's natal flying sword.
After that, he just stayed on the sidelines and never bid for a spiritual object again.
On the contrary, Qian Nishang entered the middle and back fields of the trade fair and frequently competed with others for bidding. The things he was interested in ranged from magic weapons and magic weapons to rare elixirs and spiritual mines.
"Now the disaster relief work in Qianyu City has been completely completed, and the people from the imperial court have also taken over."
Seeing the doubt in Ji Yuan's eyes, Qian Nishang said something pointedly.
Hearing this, he immediately understood in his heart that this disaster relief effort should have enabled the other party to accumulate enough merit and start preparing for a breakthrough.
He had also heard about the techniques practiced by Qian Nishang during this period. It was a branch of the lineage of Buddhist protector Arhats. Every time he broke through the realm, he needed to accumulate countless merits.
After the practice is completed, a huge amount of merit will be gathered into a golden body, and the thunder and power in every move will be powerful, capable of frightening and killing evil spirits and demons in the world.
It's just that although this technique directly refers to the golden elixir, has been practiced to an extremely high level, and has infinite power, the amount of merit required for each breakthrough is too terrifying.
However, once you start practicing, you will not be able to switch to another practice or practice other techniques unless you have completely achieved it.
Ji Yuan didn't know how to evaluate this. After sighing, he continued to watch the many monks bidding for the treasures from Haohan Tower.
Now that we have entered the backcourt, every spiritual object presented to everyone has been competed for at least one hundred and fifty spiritual coins.
Among them were several precious magic weapons, as well as a bottle of elixir that could improve one's cultivation, and were sold at high prices of more than 800 spirit coins!
Seeing that the amount of bidding was about to exceed one thousand, the emotions of many monks were gradually aroused. Today's trade fair has finally entered the most critical moment.
As a famous maid walked down the stage, and even the female nun who presided over it also left the stage, the originally lively trade fair suddenly fell into silence.
Under the gaze of everyone, an old man stepped onto the high platform. His appearance looked ordinary, but his whole body exuded a frightening aura.
"It actually changed (this chapter is not finished yet!)
Chapter 158: Innate Restriction
The great Jindan monk presided over it!"
Ji Yuan's eyes flashed. He was a little surprised by this, but also admired Haohanlou's work.
A great monk who has formed a golden elixir is considered to be the top strong man in a county. Even in a government, he still has a very high status.
And among the nine prefectures and thirty-six counties of the Dayu Dynasty, not every county can produce a great golden elixir monk!
Generally speaking, how can one say that the Golden elixir great monk is also the ancestor of a sect, even in the imperial court, he is a transcendent and lofty existence, but now he personally comes to host a trade fair?
Not only Ji Yuan, but also many monks present, even a few young people from the demon clan, were also sighing at the handiwork of Haohan Tower.
"Next, is the highlight of today's trade fair."
This old man smiled cheerfully. He didn't have much of the majesty of a great monk, but instead seemed a bit amiable.
As his words fell, five second-level warriors walked up to the high platform holding wooden trays, and beside them were each followed by a second-level monk.
Under such a grand scene, all the monks in the trade fair couldn't help but subconsciously start to look forward to it.
"First of all, the first piece, the Golden Sun Spectroscopic Ax!"
The old man turned around and lifted up the red cloth, put his palm into the wooden plate, and then took out a long-handled battle axe.
Rich golden light suddenly burst out, and a mighty and blazing Yang Qi immediately swept the entire place!
Dozens or hundreds of monks, under the spiritual pressure emitted by this treasure, could not help but be slightly distracted for a moment, and then a blazing heat appeared in their eyes.
"This treasure is made of dozens of fire-type spiritual materials. It contains eighteen levels of innate restrictions. The initial price is nine hundred spiritual coins!"
The old man smiled slightly, as if there was a ray of mana poured into the battle axe.
With a slight flick of his wrist, a sharp edge fell from the ax blade and cut into the void.
"One thousand spirit coins!"
A burly demon clan shouted immediately.
The one who started bidding immediately was Wan Hu, who was born in the Scarlet Flame Demon Realm and has the blood of the Demon King.
The appearance of this demon is the same as that of humans. The only difference is that its palms are furry and there are several black lines on the yellow hair.
"Eleven hundred!"
In another wing, someone immediately quoted a higher price.
As soon as the words of one person and one demon fell, several people started bidding one after another. In just a few breaths, the price of this Golden Sun Spectroscopic Ax was shouted to 1,800 spirit coins!
As the price continued to increase, many monks were shocked and realized that the real trade fair had begun!
Everything before was just an "appetizer", now it is the real "luxury feast".
"A magic weapon that contains eighteen levels of innate restrictions, if fully revived, would at least be comparable to a great monk in the middle to late stage of the Golden Core Realm."
Ji Yuan said something, his eyes filled with shock.
The restrictions in magic weapons and magic weapons are divided into two types: innate and acquired, and the gap between them is also very different.
Acquired prohibitions are mostly engraved by the caster, so theoretically they are slightly weaker, and it is difficult for them to be integrated with each other.
Innate restrictions are evolved from the resonance between various spiritual materials during the casting process. They are just like those given by heaven and earth, and their power is generally much stronger than acquired restrictions.
A magic weapon containing eighteen layers of innate restrictions, as long as it has enough mana or spiritual energy to support it, is equivalent to a great monk in the middle to late stage of the Golden Core Realm, and can easily destroy mountains and rivers.
In the end, this Golden Sun Spectroscopic Ax was won by Wan Hu, who was born in the Red Flame Demon Realm, and was quoted a sky-high price of 2,600 spiritual coins!
If these spiritual coins were converted into gold, without considering the premium, they would still amount to 260,000 taels, which is 26 million taels of snowflake silver!:
This is already equivalent to the total tax revenue of Lingyang Mansion and the five counties for nearly six years!