Legend of the Cultivation God

"Yuan Hongdaoyou, you seem to say this once every 100 years, the old man's ears are tired of listening, can you change some new words?" A monk who described the dryness said faintly.

"Oh, Qi Jianghai Qidao friends, it seems that you said this last time!" The real person does not seem angry, "I just don't know what good things you can bring to Shang Huazong this time?"

"The old man is a monk of Shang Huazong, but this time it was the old man's own actions, and he couldn't connect with the sect." Qi Jianghai was still cold, and then he turned his eyes to look at another old man who was about fifty years old. "Unlike someone, every time they are carrying the banner of Qiqiaomen, the things that can be taken are not worth mentioning!"

"Qi Laofufu, who do you say is the banner of Qiqiaomen?" According to the old man who was about 50 years old, he screamed at the scene, and the case turned into a piece of debris. "I just sat down." You will not let Laozi feel comfortable?"

"The dead leaves are real people!" The real man of the interpretation of the real man immediately put his hand and smiled. "Qi Daoyou is only joking, every time a friend must be fooled!"

"Oh, no, the last time the essence of the jade is not because the dead leaves are angry, suddenly let Qidaoyou take the lead?" 觅悠真人笑笑 said that he appeared in Xuankong Pavilion, he has not seen Xiaohua a look, It seems that I have never seen Xiao Hua.

“哼~” Qi Qiaomen’s dead leaves really seem to have eaten Qi Jianghai’s loss. He sat down with a cold sigh, and the interpretation of the real person’s sleeves, and another case appeared in front of the dead leaves. .

"Well. The poor road will no longer say more, the rules of the bidding meeting will remain the same every year. It will only change the location of the bidding meeting and the position of the friends!" The real person nodded, " Or from the right hand of the old man, I will take out the things by the Taoist friends one by one, I will wait for the bidding! The conditions that are in line with the friends of the Tao will prevail!"

The real person who took a look at the right hand, the confused monk, said: "This friend, please!"

Immediately, the real man sat down, the confused monk stood up, and a hoarse voice sounded: "There is something weird in the next thing. It is impossible to meet with your friends in the original face."

Said, the monk will take a shot, take a long sword from the storage bag and put it on the case and say: "This is the old man from the ink black forest! See, this flying sword is the real life of Changbai Zong Mingjian!"

"Ah? Changbai Zong Mingjian is a real person?" Everyone listened to it all, and looked at the sword and the eyebrows beside the ring of light. The look was a very lonely monk.

And Xiao Hua? The number of looks on the face has changed, and there is no limit to the mind in Xuankong Pavilion. Everyone’s thoughts were swept away when the monk took out the long sword. Like Xiao Hua, he also released the thoughts. He was impressed by this long sword. After all, he died under the sword!

"It's hard to be... There are also Yuan Ying monks in the black forest of Mohlin?" When Xiao Hua was shocked, he couldn't help but let go. However, when he saw the appearance of the sword, it was a slight sigh, showing a hint of enlightenment. This long sword is similar to the long sword that killed Xiao Hua. But... it seems that there is something missing, but what is missing. Xiao Hua was also unclear for a moment!

After all, Ming Shou’s so-called sword meaning is exactly the same as his long sword in Xiao Hua’s space, and Xiao Hua’s long sword, Ming Jian’s real person understands, is not his usual long sword. !

The lonely monk is Changbai Zong Li Lanqing. At this time, I saw everyone watching him, sneer: "Ming Jianzhen is the predecessor of Changbai Zong. His swordsmanship is that Li is not able to shoot horses. And the old man's Tao is still in my Changbai Zong. This long sword is not his, Li is not sure! Of course, my Dao Zong Feijian is different from the Jianjian Feijian, and there is no sword spirit, even if someone with a long sword can understand my Changbai Zongjian The essence is also difficult! This Taoist friend... is this idea?"

"Hey, the poor road can be as ridiculous as Li Daoyou said!" The confused monk also replied, "The poor road is the sword, and the poor road is not good at flying swords. Let's take a look at the friends." Maybe someone likes it?"

"Well, this Taoist friend, how do you take a look at the sword?" The dead leaves of Qiqiaomen said with a smile, and his eyes still did not look at Qi Jianghai.

"Of course!" The lost monk took a shot, and the long sword slowly passed to the dead leaves of the real people.

"Oh," Xiao Hua understood it at this time. This aura still has such a role.

Sure enough, the long sword is in front of the real people of the dead leaves. The dead leaves do not take the long sword from the aura, but reach out and pull the long sword out of the scabbard and watch it carefully!

Then, my eyes were awkward and I didn’t know what to do.

"Let's look at the poor road!" Lan Lizong's Xuan Yunzi patted the other remote, and the sword was slowly passed to him.

"This Taoist friend, I do not know how to exchange this long sword?" The dead leaves really seem to think, whispered.

"Oh, although the poor road does not need a long sword, at this time, it is refining a magic weapon. It is the lack of several materials, hollow gold, static meteorite, secret Gong, Fan Tong and the moon. If it is dead leaves, there are real people. Five things, this sword is a friend of Tao!"

"What? You..." The dead leaves are really stunned, and some are surprised. "The hollow gold is an ethereal thing, but the magic weapon or magic weapon can add hollow gold, not only the weight is reduced by 30%, but also avoidable. Exalted by the gods; the static stone is the limit of eliminating the five elements of the spell, the secret Gong is to increase the hardness of the magic weapon, the other need not say, are the rare things of the refining magic weapon, the material only has one kind, the quality of the magic weapon It took a step. The Taoist friend actually asked for five kinds of breaths. Isn't this a big mouth for the lion? Well, the old friend of the road is still not remembered!"

"How many kinds of friends do you have?" The confused monk was not surprised, just asked.

"The old man only has the secret Gong and Fan Tong." The dead leaves are not very angry. "The old man wants to use it to refine the magic weapon!"

"The dead leaf friend, your secret Gong and Fan Tong ... can trade with the poor road?" said Xuan Yunzi in the distance.

"Oh? Xuan Yundao friends are actually interested in this thing?" The dead leaves are really a glimpse, nodded, "The poor road is a magic weapon for refining, and the accumulated secrets and Fan Tong can be traded with Xuanyun Daoyou! ”

"Good!" Xuan Yunzi immediately voiced and negotiated the price with the dead leaves.

The distant fire hibiscus is transmitted to Xiao Huadao: "Xiao Daoyou, this sword of real sword is the bidding of the auction, its bid must be well known, can not be transmitted; and the dead leaves of the predecessors and Xuanyun's predecessors' transactions are private, and only two of them can know! In addition, if Xuanyun's predecessors only have one or two of them, the rest of the material can also be used to help other predecessors, as well as the completion of the voice! ”

"Oh," Xiao Hua nodded slightly, and this kind of bidding method is to ensure the completion of the transaction of the bidding goods to the maximum extent, so that Yuan Yuan’s monks will not run away!

Sure enough, after the negotiation of the dead leaf real person and Xuan Yunzi, Xuan Yunzi was satisfied with the look. He looked up and asked: "The poor road is only empty gold, quiet rock, and now there is still a lack of money. I don't know who. Do you have this thing? You are willing to trade!"

I don’t know, Xuan Yunzi’s voice has been on the ground for a long time, and I’m afraid that it’s all falling into the mountains of Yuming City. Xuan Yunzi is somewhat helpless and almost taunts: "Hey, the poor road is also a little anxious. This is the magic weapon of the moon. Where is it easy to get? The magic weapon can be upgraded into a spirit! ”

Immediately, Xuan Yunzi raised his head again: "The Taoist friend, only the four materials in the poor road, do you want to trade?"

The monk did not answer directly, but whispered: "It is difficult for other friends to be interested in this flying sword?"

"Hey~" There was no response from others, and Li Lanqing smiled coldly.

His smile did not matter, and Xuan Yunzi’s face showed hesitation.

"But, this Taoist friend, the poor road is also a step back, this flying sword is a friend of the Tao!" The confused monk sighed and said.

He took a step back and Xuan Yunzi was a bit embarrassed.

"What? Do you want to ask the Taoist friends?" The confused monk smiled. "This flying sword is the real thing of Mingjian, and watching the sword is not like what I expected before, the blade is damaged. The poor road is repaired and damaged to find this thing. Feijian’s refining and poor road will not be said. Li Daoyou must be clearer than the poor road. Xuan Yundao friends used this four materials to return this flying sword. No matter from which point of view it is profitable..."

"Good! The poor road agrees!" Xuan Yunzi listened, nodded, and took a hand, first took a storage bag and put it on the aura, and the storage bag slowly turned to the dead leaves. The dead leaves are also ready. Let's take a look at them and put two small jade on them. There is a flashing ban on the jade.

Xuan Yunzi simply did not take the jade, and took a shot. The two bags of jade were put on the halo from the storage bag. The four jade slowly turned to the lost monk.

"Slow ~" At this time, Li Baiqing of Changbaizong shouted.

"Sorry, Li Daoyou!" Quan Hongzhen laughed. "The transaction between Xuanyun Daoyou and this friend has been reached. Li Daoyou will wait for the next time!"

"哼~" Li Yuqing snorted and glanced at Xuan Yunzi.

Although Xuan Yunzi is a monk of Lan Lizong, it is not as big as the Changbai sect. But after all, it is also a Yuan Ying monk, and still in the Xi country, not in the Mongolian country, where would he be too afraid of him? I rolled my eyes and took the sword in my own hands! At this time, the long sword seems to have been unsealed, and the pouch is easily held in the hand!

Xuan Yunzi took the sword in his hand. It was very casual to take the flying sword out of the scabbard. The sound of "Cangjie", a sword of the tourmaline flashed through the air!

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