Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

When Manager Zhao heard this, his small eyes shrank slightly.

How could he not understand the implication of the man in front of him? He was a little flustered. After all, the leading sect in the Great Xia Cultivation World was the Wanfa Sect. If they knew that we had received treasures from others who killed people and robbed them under their noses, wouldn’t they tear down the Treasure Pavilion?

“This…” He hesitated a little, and his squinting eyes did not disappoint his previous wisdom.

“Hehe…” Wang Fu sneered twice when he saw this, and immediately got up and left, “It seems that the rumor that the Treasure Pavilion accepts everything is not entirely true…”

However, at this moment, a rather vicissitudes of life voice from the depths of the attic stopped him from moving:

“Don’t worry, fellow Daoist, Xiao Zhao never disliked it just now. Let me take over Xiao Zhao. Do you think it’s feasible?”

An old man in a blue brocade robe walked out slowly. His gray hair was particularly conspicuous. He walked slowly with a smile on his face, giving people a feeling of gentle breeze and drizzle.

"Master Lan!" Manager Zhao saw that the visitor was slightly relieved, and hurriedly saluted respectfully to the old man in blue brocade robe.

The old man called Master Lan nodded slightly:

"Well, Xiao Zhao, you go down first, and I can leave this fellow Taoist to this old man."

"Thank you Master Lan for coming in person, I am guilty." Manager Zhao's face tightened, and he was very nervous, but he didn't dare to say more. After bowing again, he bowed to Wang Fu again.

"Sorry for the neglect."

Then he left the third floor.

Wang Fu nodded slightly. Although this fat man was timid, he was good at doing things.

He raised his head and looked at the old man in blue:

"Finally, a big shot has come."

The man in front of him was the owner of the aura that was extremely close to the perfect foundation building that he sensed after entering this place. Judging from his appearance, he was probably only ten years away from the deadline. If he couldn't break through and condense the golden elixir, he would turn into ashes when the deadline came.

However, it is precisely this kind of cultivator who is approaching the end of his life that is the most terrifying. If you provoke them, they will take you to the underworld with a vengeance.

"Fellow Daoist, you are joking. There are no big figures here. I am just greedy for the beauty of this world." Lan Lao smiled and motioned Wang Fu to sit down.

"Although this world is beautiful, it is full of murderous intentions. If you are not careful, it will make people's bones and flesh eroded..." Wang Fu sat back in his original position and sipped the spiritual tea. "Unlike fellow Daoist, you have the mountains behind you, you are free and at ease, and you don't worry about life and death."

The two chatted, but Wang Fu did not mention the object of the handover. He was waiting for the other party to speak. He had already stated his purpose. If he mentioned it at this time, he was afraid that the price would be suppressed. After all, it was stolen goods from Wanfamen and Lingshou Villa.

This old Lan was very clear-headed. Seeing Wang Fu's behavior, he knew that this seemingly young boy in front of him was not easy to deal with. In desperation, he had to bring it up himself. He said:

"Daoyou, please take out the items you are ready to sell. I am the treasure appraiser of the Treasure Pavilion here. I can estimate the price for you..."

"Then thank you." Wang Fu calmly put down the teacup, turned his palm, and a black long sword appeared in front of him.

"Daoyou, please..."

This sword was the spiritual weapon of the green-robed monk in the Spirit Beast Villa. Although it was dimmed by Wang Fu's golden sword light and its spirituality was damaged, it was not really damaged.

Lan Lao picked up the black sword on the table, his eyes emitting a hazy spiritual light. He looked at it carefully, but his eyelids twitched the next moment. He raised his head and smiled at Wang Fu:

"Fellow Daoist, you are very clever. You said it was an item from the Wanfa Sect, but why did you take out a medium-grade attack spiritual weapon from the Spirit Beast Villa?"

"Why? You also look at the origin of the object?" Wang Fu frowned slightly.

He was slightly shocked in his heart. He didn't expect that the blue-clothed man could see the origin of the black spiritual sword at a glance. Wang Fu suspected that the other party knew that this spiritual weapon flying sword belonged to the green-robed monk.

Yes, although there are many foundation-building monks in the whole Daxia, there are definitely not so many that they are everywhere, especially the foundation-building monks from the major immortal sects. What spiritual weapons and treasures they use can be clearly seen after investigation.

"That's not the case. Don't worry, my Treasure Pavilion's confidentiality rules have never been broken. If the news is leaked from the Treasure Pavilion and causes you to fall into danger, my Treasure Pavilion will protect you even if it uses all its strength." Lan Lao's words were true and didn't seem fake. Wang Fu nodded half-believingly.

In any case, this gimmick really makes people feel at ease.

Lan Lan smiled and began to appreciate the value of this black flying sword. He said:

"This flying sword is pitch black. When it was refined, it was mixed with some 'light-absorbing strange stones'. If it is sacrificed at night, it can be unexpected and hard to defend. The other materials are quite standard. However, as a mid-grade attack spiritual weapon, the spirituality is a little insufficient. I think it should have been consumed in the fight... There is no gap on the sword body, and the whole is intact..."

"For an ordinary mid-grade attack spiritual weapon, my Treasure Pavilion bids 9,000 low-grade spiritual stones, but your spiritual weapon is mixed with 'light-absorbing strange stones'. ', quite rare, more valuable, but the spirituality of the spiritual weapon is missing, and the power is weakened a lot... I'll make it up for you, 10,000 low-grade spiritual stones, how about that? "

"No hurry..." Wang Fu didn't nod or shake his head, but took out a bunch of magic weapons, "Daoyou, please estimate the price of these magic weapons for me..."

"Magic weapons..." Old Lan felt a headache looking at the dozens of magic weapons on the ground. He hasn't touched magic weapons for decades, but he is a guest, and he doesn't believe that the young foundation-building cultivator in front of him only has so few items.

Besides, the value of dozens of magic weapons added up is equivalent to a few spiritual weapons.

"I haven't exercised my old bones for a long time. I didn't expect to meet a Taoist friend today..."

Lan Lao laughed at himself and began to taste these magic tools, while Wang Fu sat leisurely and tasted the spiritual tea, feeling very comfortable.

Lan Lao carefully tasted each magic tool. There were top-grade, medium-grade, and top-grade ones. The more he tasted, the more shocked he was. It was because... most of these magic tools were standard magic tools of the disciples of Wanfa Sect.

In other words, did the young man in front of him really kill a lot of disciples of Wanfa Sect?

He is really brave.

He is not afraid that the Jindan Zhenren of Wanfa Sect will suppress him. Well...if it was possible in the past, now...Wanfa Sect and other five major immortal sects are fighting fiercely with the Daqi Xiuxianjie, how can they spare the fighting power of a Jindan Zhenren.

Thinking of this, Lan Lan suddenly found it interesting and laughed out loud:

"Haha... Wanfamen is probably going to be unlucky recently."

As he said this, he deliberately looked at the face of the young man in front of him. Unfortunately, the other party was calm from beginning to end. He didn't look like a young man at all. He was clearly an old monster who had lived for a long time.

Such a person is either a naive, stupid and conceited fool, or he is extremely confident in his own strength to be so calm.

After a while, dozens of magic tools were tasted.

"Fellow Daoist, wait a long time, a total of 57 magic tools, 17 medium-grade, 32 high-grade, and 8 top-grade. I can make up an integer for you, 35,000 low-grade spirit stones."

"How?"