I Can Track Everything

"Senior, although you are a strong man, our city lord is not the kind of person who talks empty words!"

A monk behind Chen Chen couldn't help shouting loudly.

At this moment, he had become Chen Chen's crazy fan, completely forgetting that he had doubted the new city lord more than a month ago.

Chen Chen raised his hand, looked at the masked monk with a smile and said: "Senior, since I dare to say such things, I have the confidence. Senior, you said that I don't know the heights of the sky, why don't you reflect on yourself, do you know this? How high is the sky and how thick is the earth?"

As soon as these words came out, the entire hall fell silent.

The faces of the two young monks behind the masked monk were filled with disbelief.

In their opinion, their master was a prominent figure in the entire upper world. They did not expect to be ridiculed by a monk who was about the same age as them today. It was so unbelievable that they didn't know what to say for a while.

As for the monks from the outside who used their spiritual consciousness to come in to check the situation, they couldn't help but withdraw their spiritual consciousness slightly at this time.

The Lord of Shenglong City directly mocked the strong people in the Tribulation Stage, wouldn't they start a fight?

What if a fight breaks out and the aftermath hurts them?

The Shenglong City monks behind Chen Chen were stunned for a while, and all showed expressions of admiration.

"Jie Jie, you are worthy of being the disciple of the Demon City Lord. He knows that I don't dare to do anything to you, so he speaks without any scruples."

The masked monk laughed, and there was not much anger in his tone, but rather calmness.

But the next second, he changed the subject and said: "But don't think that I can't really do anything to you. You can say that I don't know the heights of the world, but you have to show your true ability.

If you have no real ability and are just talking, then don't blame me for punishing you! "

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying pressure enveloped the entire auction house, and the faces of all the monks in Shenglong City changed drastically.

Chen Chen also trembled faintly because of the terrifying pressure coming upon him.

But he quickly adapted to the pressure. After all, the skeleton of his clone came from a body-refining monk in the tribulation period. It was extremely hard. The masked monk could not do anything to him with just the pressure.

Seeing that Chen Chen did not show his ugly face, a look of surprise flashed in the masked monk's eyes. Before he could add more pressure, Chen Chen said calmly: "How about this, let the monks outside take some magic weapons for me to appraise. Let’s see who you and I are. If there’s nothing I can’t identify, senior, just apologize to me.

If there's something I can't identify, how about I cut off my arm and apologize? "

"No, what if I am the sitter of Shenglong City? Let me come... I have a magic weapon here, take a look!"

A disciple of the masked monk hurriedly stood up and took out a small jade-colored cauldron from the storage ring.

Chen Chen just glanced at it, turned away and said disdainfully: "Although the magic weapon made of cold crystal jade is quite satisfactory, cold crystal jade is also an ordinary weapon refining material, so this magic weapon can only be used by ordinary Void Refining monks." use."

When the disciple heard this, he took back the small jade cauldron angrily and turned to look at the other junior disciple.

The junior brother dug through the storage ring, but didn't find anything satisfactory, so he had no choice but to shake his head.

The masked monk said calmly: "Don't show off your little things to show your shame. Let me do it."

By saying this, he was acquiescing to Chen Chen's statement.

In fact, the actual benefits involved in this bet are not very big. Even if Chen Chen cuts off his own arm, it will not cause much physical harm, it will just be embarrassing.

But he knew that at the level of him and Chen Chen, losing some spiritual crystal treasures was far less uncomfortable than being embarrassed.

Not long after, the masked monk took out a special storage ring from his arms, and then carefully took out a bright red flag from it.

As soon as the flag appeared, the entire hall dropped a few degrees. Except for Chen Chen and the masked monk, blood gradually appeared in the eyes of the other monks, as if they were lost in their minds.

Seeing that the temperature was getting lower and lower, the masked monk reached out his hand and wrapped the flag with a layer of spiritual energy, and then asked: "I spent ten years of hard work refining this thing. How much spiritual crystal do you think it is worth?"

Seeing this, Chen Chen glanced at the masked monk.

I have to say that this masked monk is very cunning. This flag is obviously a very powerful evil magic weapon. Whether it is touched or viewed with spiritual consciousness, it will receive strong backlash.

In this case, he could only check the value of this magic weapon by looking at it.

If it were an ordinary appraiser, I would be helpless. After all, the appearance of this flag is not very special.

But he is different.

After asking the system, Chen Chen also knew what the flag was.

This flag is called the Burning Blood Flag. The flag must be refined with the skin of a monk with great resentment. As for the flagpole, it needs the bones of a true spirit.

This is just the material. What's even more terrifying is that if this burning blood flag is to be completed, it will have to swallow tens of millions of souls and then soak in the blood pool for ten years.

The value of this kind of magic weapon is simply immeasurable.

Chen Chen started to use the system to compare the value. Finally, after taking out two thousand spiritual crystals, the system could not determine which was more valuable, the two thousand spiritual crystals or the blood-burning flag.

This also shows from the side that the minimum value of this burning blood flag is two thousand spiritual crystals.

"This thing is worth two to three thousand spirit crystals, the Burning Blood Flag. If I can't see such a simple magic weapon, how can I dare to say what I said before? Senior really underestimates me."

Chen Chen smiled calmly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

His gaze immediately hurt the masked monk's self-esteem, and the pressure in the air became a little stronger.

But the masked monk had no idea at this time. Although he didn't believe that Chen Chen could identify any treasure in the world, he recognized the Burning Blood Flag at a glance, which showed that he was at least somewhat capable.

And the things on his body may not be hidden from this person. There are still many monks outside watching. If he gives in today, he will lose all face from now on. He will be advertising for Shenglong City for free.

How could he be reconciled to this?

Just as he was hesitating about how to handle the matter, an old voice suddenly sounded outside the hall.

"I have a treasure here that I got by accident. I still don't know what it is. Can you take a look at it for me?"

The sound came, and everyone looked at the door of the hall in unison. At some point, an old man wearing linen clothes and a stooped body appeared in the hall.

Seeing the old man, the masked monk suddenly stood up.

"Senior Lin, do you also want to get involved in this matter?"

"Who is this person?

Chen Chen sent a message to the monk behind him and asked.

"City Lord, Senior Lin is a well-known casual cultivator, a monk in the Tribulation Stage, nicknamed Shenbao Zhenren, with a very high seniority. He bought the most things at our auction a few days ago.

Rumor has it that this senior has a hobby of collecting rare and rare treasures. "

The message quickly sounded in his mind. Chen Chen nodded slightly, then stood up and said respectfully: "It turns out to be Senior Lin. I have admired him for a long time. If you need anything, just ask."

The real Shenbao looked at the masked monk after hearing this.

The masked monk snorted, sat down, and said no more.

A well-known monk like Master Shenbao would not join forces with his juniors to deceive others, so he had nothing to say.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, let me take a look at it first."

Master Shenbao said as he walked up to the masked monk, took out a fist-sized, dim-colored bead and placed it on the table.