Chapter 1373: Ghost Shop

Baqi Imperial City, one of the most famous cities in the Central World, is located at the source of the spiritual veins of the Baqi Divine Kingdom, surrounded by Lingshan Mountains, and the aura floating in the air is unusually strong.

"As expected of the capital of the Eight Qi Kingdom, the scale of the city is even larger than that of Vulcan City!"

Alone outside the Baqi Imperial City, Ye Chenfeng couldn't help but sigh with emotion when he saw the majestic and majestic Baqi Kingdom built by gods.

Walking into the Baqi Imperial City along a straight road, Ye Chenfeng found that there are a lot of masters on the street, masters of the Beast Emperor can be seen everywhere, and even the masters of Nirvana can be seen.

It was late, and the Baqi Imperial City was too big, so Ye Chenfeng decided to stay for one night first, and then go to the Baqi Palace in the morning to propose marriage to the Emperor Baqi.

"Zizhu Inn, stay here tonight."

Not far away, a beautiful purple bamboo forest came into Ye Chenfeng's eyes, and in the purple bamboo forest, there was a three-storey inn built entirely of ancient wood, antique and very quiet.

He had just entered the inn, and bursts of noisy voices came into his ears. At this time, two diners in the Zizhu inn were talking about the destruction of Tianshan Island and the fall of three great powers in the Nirvana Heaven Realm.

"Brother Xu, have you heard? Someone has destroyed the root of a major Tianmai of the Nine Heavens God Kingdom, and also killed the three great powers of the Nirvana Heaven Realm of the Nine Heavens God Kingdom!"

A man in a white martial arts uniform, with a slightly thin body, a beard, and round eyes gleaming with glaring eyes drank the wine in his glass and said softly.

"What a big deal, I must have heard about it!" Sitting opposite him, a man in a blue robe, with a goatee and slightly gray temples took a mouthful of food.

"Brother Xu, which force do you think will do this?" The thin man poured himself a glass of wine and asked.

"It's hard to say!" The blue-robed man shook his head and said, "However, there are not many forces in the Central World capable of killing the three great powers of the Nirvana Heaven Realm. Maybe this fuse will trigger a fierce battle between the three great kingdoms of God."

"Brother Xu, do you suspect that this matter has something to do with my Baqi Divine Kingdom or the Qilin Divine Kingdom?" the thin man's eyes lit up and he asked in a low voice.

"Hush...don't talk nonsense, let the Baqi royal family hear, you and I will die!" The blue-robed man's face changed slightly, and he changed the subject: "By the way, I heard that the ghost shop tonight There will be a batch of good goods, let's go and have a look, maybe we can find some treasures."

"Okay!" The skinny man nodded and said, "Let's go shopping after we eat."

"Ghost shop, interesting name!"

Ye Chenfeng, who was sitting by the window, listened to the conversation between the two, and showed a little interest in the so-called ghost shop. When they left, he followed them quietly, and came to a remote place in the suburbs, dimly lit, and transparent. In an ancient courtyard with a thick cloudy air, somewhat gloomy.

Although the ancient courtyard in front of him was a little weird, but there were many powerful experts, and gorgeously dressed masters went in and out of it, picking out treasures.

When Ye Chenfeng walked into the ancient courtyard filled with gloom and followed the two men in blue robes to the dilapidated ancient house, he saw an old man in a linen robe with disheveled hair lying on a bamboo chair. superior.

In front of him, there was a long table several feet long with badly peeled paint. On the table were dozens of strangely shaped treasures stained with mud.

Judging from the yin energy left by these treasures and the contaminated soil, these treasures are most likely some funerary objects, which were stolen by the old man in front of him by stealing graves.

"Master!"

Ye Chenfeng's pupils couldn't help shrinking when he saw the old man in linen cloth for the first time. He didn't expect that this extremely sloppy old man in front of him turned out to be a great power in the Nirvana realm.

"This Central World really is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, there are too many masters!"

Ye Chenfeng muttered to himself, cast his gaze on dozens of funerary objects with weird shapes, and controlled the brain of God Eater to sense it.

"Middle-grade sacred artifact fragments!"

After sensing for a while, Ye Chenfeng's gaze locked on a bloated man in a dark golden robe with narrowed eyes. iron block.

After repeated sensing by the brain of God Eater, Ye Chenfeng determined that the black iron piece was a piece of middle-grade sacred artifact of extraordinary quality.

"Yin ghost, I want this black iron block, let's make a price!"

After repeating the appraisal several times, the bloated man's narrowed eyes burst out with light, and he asked.

"Thirty low-grade sky crystals!"

The old man in hemp robe raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at the bloated man, and said in a hoarse voice.

"This piece of broken iron is so expensive?"

Sky crystals are extremely rare in the central world, even if a bloated man has an extraordinary status, it still hurts to ask him to take out thirty low-grade crystals at once, and his brows are furrowed.

"Do you think the fragments of middle-grade sacred artifacts are expensive?" the old man in hemp robe asked without a trace of emotion.

"This piece of broken iron is a middle-grade sacred artifact fragment!"

Hearing what the old man in hemp robe said, the eyes of many people lit up, and they all looked at the fragments of the holy artifact in the bloated man's hand.

"Buy it or not, put it down if you don't buy it, don't waste the old man's time." The old man in hemp robe warned coldly.

"Okay, I bought it!"

Although low-grade crystals are rare, mid-grade holy artifact fragments are also valuable. Melting them into the armor can greatly increase the defense of the armor.

In the end, he clenched his teeth, took out thirty low-grade crystals, and traded for this middle-grade sacred artifact fragment.

The bloated man bought the fragments of the sacred artifact from the old man in the hemp robe, and several other people picked out the treasures they wanted, and bought the treasures at a considerable price.

"I don't know how to sell this piece of wood?"

After deducing the induction again and again by the brain, Ye Chenfeng locked on an old tree that seemed to be eaten by moths, filled with a faint yin, thick and thin, and had a bumpy surface, and asked in a low voice.

"Ten low-grade sky crystals!" the old man in the hemp robe said indifferently.

"I don't know if the best soul crystal can be traded?"

Ye Chenfeng killed the great power of Nirvana, although he harvested a bit of the crystal, but he melted all the crystal into the body of the sword spirit puppet, and now there is no one on his body.

"Extreme grade soul crystals are useless to me, all I want is sky crystals!" the old man in the hemp robe said without a trace of emotion.

"I bought this piece of wood!"

Just when Ye Chenfeng was about to exchange things for this piece of ancient wood that he was very interested in, a proud voice sounded, a man wearing a gorgeous robe, exuding a noble air, with an arrogant look on his face The man walked to Ye Chenfeng and said.

"It seems that I fell in love with this wood first!" Ye Chenfeng frowned slightly, looked at the man in the Chinese robe, and said in a low voice.

"So what?" the man in the Chinese robe said disdainfully, "Do you have low-grade crystals to buy? If not, get the hell out of here, and don't embarrass yourself here."

"Although I don't have a low-grade Tianjing, I have this thing. I wonder if I can trade this piece of wood?" Ye Chenfeng held back the killing intent in his heart, and with a move of his mind, he took the death mandala that was filled with a strong breath of death from the universe. The environment took it out and said.

"Death mandala, you are such a spiritual thing!" The old man's muddy eyes lit up, he stood up on the bamboo chair, and said slightly pleasantly: "Give me the death mandala, this piece of wood is yours!" gone."

"Thank you!"

Ye Chenfeng smiled slightly, and gave the mandala of death to the old man in hemp robe. Under the angry gaze of the man in Chinese robe, he traded this ancient tree that interested him a lot.