I have all kinds of magical powers

The two of them exchanged treasures, and the transaction was completed.

Soon, among the treasures of a group of people, the convener Lan Huaguang chose to trade with the monk with the silver bell grass.

The other monks were a little disappointed, but they could only sigh. After all, the transaction was entirely voluntary and could not be forced.

The two of them immediately traded, and after each of them verified the authenticity of the treasure, they put the things into the storage bag, and the transaction was completed.

The transaction between monks was so direct, bartering.

After Lan Huaguang finished the transaction, he pointed at a monk and said with a smile.

"Let's start with this fellow Taoist. From right to left, how about the treasure trade?"

No one objected. The cultivator who was pointed out also stood up, bowed to everyone, and said politely.

"Liu only has two earth-attributed second-level middle-grade demon pills. Trade for treasures that can enhance cultivation."

As he spoke, he took out a small square jade box from his waist. After opening it, two yellow demon pills the size of pigeon eggs were revealed.

It was obvious that they were well preserved or just killed. The spiritual power inside was extremely rich.

After the cultivator surnamed Liu finished speaking, he looked at the cultivators one by one, but no one stood up.

It was obvious that the temptation of the demon pills was not as strong as the cultivation resources, so there was a bit of silence.

After waiting for five or six breaths, no cultivator spoke, so the man surnamed Liu had to bow again and sit down.

Not all cultivators can trade successfully. Sometimes it depends on luck, or the role of the treasure is too obscure, which is not difficult to understand.

After he sat down, another female cultivator beside him also stood up. She was at the seventh level of foundation building and looked like a beautiful woman in her thirties.

There was a red mole on the tip of her nose, which was very distinctive and impressive.

"I have three things here. I want to buy spiritual objects with ice attributes."

As she said that, she raised her hand and flicked it on the table. After a flash of white light, three different treasures suddenly appeared on the table.

The first one was a golden spiritual sword about a foot long, which was the level of a top-grade spiritual weapon. The second one was a yellow-skinned gourd, a mid-grade spiritual weapon.

The last one was a green feather fan, which was also a mid-grade spiritual weapon.

"If any Taoist friend is interested, you can come forward to check it out."

This female cultivator with a red mole took out three spiritual weapons at once, which must be something she couldn't use.

The cultivators present looked at the three spiritual weapons for a few times, and some of them were interested.

A middle-aged man with a black face stood up, bowed to the female cultivator, and said loudly.

"Hong has a three-hundred-year-old ice grass here, but I want to take a look at the golden sword first."

"Of course, fellow Taoist, please take a look."

When the female cultivator with red mole heard that there was an ice-type spiritual grass, she quickly picked up the sword, threw it lightly with one hand, and flew over in an instant for the other party to check.

The black-faced man's eyes moved, stretched out his hand and grabbed the golden sword into the palm of his left hand.

He put two fingers of his right hand together and pointed upwards, and the golden sword floated up, floating in the air, creating circles of golden ripples, and it suddenly grew to more than three feet long, and the tip of the sword even emitted a sharp light.

"Not bad, not bad."

The black-faced man briefly examined it, then touched his waist, took out a jade box full of cold air and threw it at the other party.

"This is Bingling Grass, please accept it."

The female cultivator with the red mole opened the jade box and took a look. She immediately put the spiritual grass into the storage bag with a happy face.

After waiting for a while, no one continued to trade, so she had to collect the remaining two spiritual tools and then sat down.

Then it was the next cultivator.

"Second-level spiritual pill, Blood Burning Pill. After taking it, the whole body's blood and qi will boil, the meridians will vibrate, and 30% of the spiritual power will be restored instantly, and the peak blood and qi will be maintained within half a quarter of an hour without decline."

"But after half a quarter of an hour, the blood and qi will be depleted, and it will take half a month to recuperate."

As soon as these words came out, the field immediately fell into a scramble. This kind of life-saving spiritual pill is more popular than the spiritual pill for cultivation.

......

Lin Chen also scanned them one by one, but he never waited for what he wanted.

He had seen many spiritual objects, but the various spiritual objects that appeared this time really opened Lin Chen's eyes.

Whether it was refining materials, alchemy herbs, demon beast pills, or various strange and bizarre elixirs, they were all good stuff.

Soon, it was Lin Chen's turn. He thought for a moment, stood up, bowed to everyone, and said slowly.

"Lin wants to buy a second-level elixir. As long as it can

Anything that can improve your cultivation is fine, as for the things I want to trade. "

He smiled faintly, stretched out his hand to the storage bag on his waist, and seven or eight high-grade and medium-grade spiritual tools with various auras flew out of it.

To be safe, he also took out a few hundreds of years old spiritual herbs he had obtained, just to exchange for a large number of spiritual pills for cultivation.

"You can choose any of these, or if you want spiritual stones, Lin can do something for you. "

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them, and their hearts were suddenly trembling. This young cultivator had many spiritual weapons, many of which were covered with bloody auras, and they were obviously obtained from other cultivators.

This also made them subconsciously feel that the person in front of them was not simple, and it was very likely that he was an evil cultivator who liked to kill people and rob treasures.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and then someone took a fancy to the spiritual herbs in his hand and stood up.

A slightly thin man stood up, pointed at a golden scimitar among the spiritual weapons, and said.

"Friend Lin, I have five bottles of Huanglong Dan here. I wonder if I can have that top-grade spiritual weapon."

As he said, he flipped his left hand up and down, and a flash of spiritual light flashed in his palm, and several white jade pill bottles appeared.

"Yes! "

Lin Chen did not hesitate, stretched out his hand, and the golden scimitar flew slowly towards the other party.

Stretching out his hand, after a flash of green light, the five bottles of Huanglongdan were taken into his palm.

Pull out the stopper, after confirming that it was correct, put it away, and then said.

"If there are any fellow Taoists who want it, just say it."

After someone made a deal, a young man with a gentlemanly appearance also stood up, bowed, and said to Lin Chen.

"Three bottles of chalcedony pills in exchange for a three-hundred-year-old five-ling grass!"

"Yes! ”

“......”

After a few exchanges, Lin Chen got three different second-level elixirs, and then collected them all. There were about a dozen bottles, which was worth the trip.

After waiting for a few breaths, seeing that no one spoke again, he collected the things and sat down.

Then the cultivators behind continued to stand up, and the trade continued.

When it was close to dusk, Lan Huaguang came out, bowed to everyone, and said politely.

“This trade fair ends here. Thank you all for coming.”

“If you don’t get the spiritual objects you like, don’t worry. You can still come to the next trade fair in three months.”

After that, the cultivators present went downstairs one after another.

Lin Chen also stood up and prepared to leave, but suddenly a voice transmission sounded in his ears. He was surprised for a moment, and then turned his head to look at the cultivator who transmitted the voice.

“Fellow Daoist Lin, I want you to kill someone for Xu, the price is ten bottles of Jade Marrow Pills! "

At first glance, it was a male cultivator in a blue robe, in the middle stage of foundation building, with a firm look on his face, as if he had considered for a long time and had just made a decision.