Chapter 1317 Twelve Cloud States

Chapter 1317 Twelve Cloud States

"Greetings to seniors."

Although Mr. Huang was an appraiser, he naturally did not dare to neglect a great immortal cultivator in the late Yuanying period.

Lin Xuan waved his hands, and with a flick of his sleeves, a cloud of green clouds rolled over, and all kinds of treasures suddenly appeared in front of him.

There are many kinds of swords, guns, swords and halberds. Roughly counting them, there are dozens of them.

The origin of these treasures is not even clear to Lin Xuan himself. Over the years, he has killed too many monks, and everyone's storage bags are not spared, and the accumulation over time has naturally reached an astonishing level.

And the ones that Lin Xuan selected included both ancient treasures and natal treasures refined by Nascent Soul cultivators. From his point of view, they were like chicken ribs, but in the eyes of other immortal cultivators, they made people jealous.

Seeing Lin Xuan take out so many magic weapons in one breath, Xue Qiaoyun and Huang Lao were also taken aback.

As we all know, refining magic weapons is quite difficult, and some monks at the alchemy stage may not be able to refine a decent magic weapon even if they spend their whole life.

What's more, these treasures, regardless of their aura or color, are not trivial. Obviously, among the magic treasures, they are also rare and extraordinary things.

There was horror in Xue Qiaoyun's eyes. Of course, this woman would not think that Lin Xuan made so many magic weapons by himself. More than half of them did not remove the marks of their natal lives. They were obviously obtained by killing people.

Thinking of this, she looked at Lin Xuan with a trace of awe, and secretly muttered in her heart, these old monsters in the late stage of Nascent Soul are really unfathomable.

However, this woman also has a deep city, and the strange color only flashed by, and then the chat and laughter started again.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, please appraise and see how many crystals these treasures that Li took out are worth?" Lin Xuan's calm and clear voice came to his ears.

"yes."

The old man at the alchemy stage didn't dare to neglect him at all, he stepped forward and took a flying sword from the table.

This sword is only about a chi long, with a blue glazed surface, and there are many lines engraved on the hilt, it is not trivial at first glance.

"Is this made of ten thousand year snow fir?"

The old man exclaimed with a fiery look on his face. Among the wood attribute flying swords, this is definitely a top-notch treasure.

Lin Xuan's expression was neither surprised nor happy, he couldn't remember the origin of this treasure at all.

"Senior, if you agree, this sword is worth 300,000 crystals." The old man said with a hint of greed in his eyes.

Lin Xuan pondered for a while, for the value of the magic weapon, although he was not as clear as the appraiser, he still probably knew a little bit.

If the top-level flying sword refined from ten-thousand-year spiritual wood is sold in the auction market, the starting price is 200,000 crystal stones. After a lot of competition, it is not surprising to buy 40,000 to 50,000 yuan.

But entrusting the auction, according to the rules of the world of cultivating immortals, Fangshi has the right to draw a commission, usually one draw every tenth, and before that, the original owner of the sword must first remove the natal imprint, which also requires Huajingshi , so after all, although the price offered by the old man surnamed Huang is not high, it is not ridiculously low.

After all, his behavior is equivalent to pawning, and the other party has to make some money.

What's more, Lin Xuan is not short of spars. The dozens of magic weapons he took out are just a drop in the bucket compared to his net worth.

Seeing Lin Xuan's pensive expression, Elder Huang thought that the other party was dissatisfied, and gritted his teeth: "Three hundred and fifty thousand, senior, I really can only offer this price, otherwise..."

"All right!"

Lin Xuan nodded, and the other party offered to offer 50,000 crystals, which is already a very reasonable price.

Seeing that Lin Xuan agreed, Mr. Huang heaved a sigh of relief, and picked up another shiny golden brush.

...

In this way, less than half an hour passed, a total of thirty-four treasures, and this person finally appraised them one by one.

"Senior, these treasures of yours add up to nine million crystals."

"Nine million?" Lin Xuan was stunned, and Xue Qiaoyun, who was drinking water next to him, almost spit it out.

This matter is really a coincidence. When Lin Xuan took out these treasures, he didn't carefully estimate their value. It might be worth seven or eight million. Just enough to buy three thousand wood falcons.

Needless to say, the next thing, the transaction was completed in a happy atmosphere.

Afterwards, Xue Qiaoyun took Lin Xuan to a few more shops, but unfortunately nothing came into his eyes.

Before I knew it, it was getting late.

For some unknown reason, Lin Xuan didn't mention the Nascent Soul puppet and Jingwei Cannon for the whole day, and Xue Qiaoyun seemed to have forgotten about it.

"Brother Li rarely comes to our main altar of Tianqiaomen, do you plan to stay for a few days?"

"Hehe, this is natural. I haven't fully appreciated the scenery of Daxue Mountain, let alone some fellow Taoists of the same level of your sect, I have long admired it."

Lin Xuan pretended to speak casually, but Xue Qiaoyun frowned slightly, but soon returned to normal.

"In that case, I will take Brother Lin to the VIP building by my concubine."

"Thank you fairy." Lin Xuan's face was full of gratitude.

Afterwards, the two left Fangshi and turned into Jinghong again. Soon, they came to several crystal palace-like buildings.

It was a small attic, beautiful to the extreme, and there was a forbidden light curtain outside each attic.

This is naturally the VIP building that the other party said.

There are many high-priced monks who often come to Tianqiaomen to admire their fame. Naturally, all kinds of facilities here are readily available.

The light curtain opened, and a beautiful girl came out. She looked like she was only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a baby face, cute and cute.

"Meet the master!"

His eyes swept over Xue Qiaoyun, and the girl's face was full of shock. You must know that ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators are received by the elders of the Condensation Stage. Who is this person? .

The girl is only in the foundation building stage, so she can only feel that Lin Xuan is unfathomable, but she doesn't know the specific realm, but her face is full of awe.

"Lan'er..."

Xue Qiaoyun was about to speak, but Lin Xuan waved his hand. He had seen such scenes a lot: "Xue Xianzi, Li doesn't like to be served by others, just let this little fellow Taoist leave."

"Hehe, since Brother Li said so, of course I will obey my orders." Before she finished speaking, she had already thrown over a token: "There are many deacon disciples in this sect around here. If Brother Li has a life request, Even if you tell them, those disciples will naturally do their best with the concubine's talisman."

"Thank you very much."

Lin Xuan took the order talisman, swept it imperceptibly with his spiritual sense, there was no tampering with it, so he put it in his arms with confidence and boldness.

Then he went into the attic.

The furnishings inside are luxurious and comfortable.

There was a jade bed in the bedroom, Lin Xuan fell on it, and fell asleep soundly.

Today, Lin Xuan bought 3,000 wood falcons with a generous sum of 9 million crystals. Of course, Lin Xuan had his own intentions. First, in terms of protection in this school, this thing is indeed very useful, and crystals are not worthless.

Secondly, according to Lin Xuan's estimation, with Tianqiaomen's great name, although there will not be too many monks in the late Yuanying stage who visit every year, they will definitely not be too few.

After all, although it is difficult to advance to the later stage of Nascent Soul, the total number of the twelve prefectures is still considerable.

And even if they are both great immortal cultivators, their supernatural powers are strong and weak, and their wealth is also the same.

The two treasures I want to buy, no matter the Jingwei Cannon or the Nascent Soul Puppet, are of extraordinary significance to Tianqiaomen. If I don't show my extraordinary financial resources, the other party will ignore me at all.

Xue Qiaoyun is only in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, and she is not in charge of such a matter. If her prediction is correct, she will now go to the real person in charge.

In other words, Lin Xuan smashed down the nine million crystals, but he was just throwing bricks to attract jade.

Although as the saying goes, money is not revealed, but business is more about credibility, Lin Xuan is not worried that Tianqiaomen will be bad for him.

What's more, his current cultivation base is comparable to clutch, even if he is at the helm of the opponent, he doesn't have to be afraid of anything at all.

Lin Xuan went to bed and rested in peace.

...

On the other side, looking at the figure in the formation, Tian Xiaojian was dripping with cold sweat, all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, but he still couldn't tell whether the opponent was a human or a monster.

But one thing is for sure, this guy is unfathomable, even though he was suppressed in the magic circle, Tian Xiaojian did not dare to escape at all.

Compared with monks of the same rank, Tian Xiaojian has a deep mind and a wealth of adventure experience. He hesitated for a moment, but instead took a step forward and saluted the figure in the formation: "I'm sorry, but I didn't intend to break into this place , I have disturbed senior’s meditation, please forgive me.”

"Jingxiu, boy, you are very good at talking." The figure in the formation moved his eyes and giggled coquettishly. Tian Xiaojian heaved a sigh of relief. It turned out that the other party was a woman, but soon, he was dumbfounded again. The voice suddenly became rough again, like a reckless big man: "Do you think you broke in unintentionally? No, it was my palace who worked hard to attract you. It has been eight hundred years. Wangtinglou , with your lifespan, you must still be alive, hehehe..."

With a rough man's voice, but calling himself Bengong, Tian Xiaojian couldn't help but shudder, and then frowned: "Wangtinglou, this name is a bit familiar, I seem to have heard of it..."

"I don't know the senior's name?" He asked cautiously.

"Fengliang."

"Crazy girl?" Tian Xiaojian was stunned, the name was so strange.

"It's Fengliang." Looking at Tian Xiaojian's expression, the guy who didn't know whether he was a human or a monster showed a bit of silence on his face: "It seems that you haven't heard of it, hehe, time goes by, the sea is changing, it seems Eight hundred years is not too short, among the monks of the older generation, as long as they advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, no one has heard of the name of this deity, but now, it seems that I have long been forgotten."

Tian Xiaojian frowned. The lifespan of Yuanying cultivator is only a thousand years. Even if they are geniuses, there are very few who can advance before the age of 300. After 800 years, unless they are cultivators in the separation and reunion period, they will have already turned into loess up.

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