The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post

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"Exactly." Mo Tianyi looked excited, as if he really saw the straw.

The kitten jumped on the lion's head and looked at it. He said that it was a waste. A group of people also regarded it as a treasure. Whoever bought it regretted it.

The atmosphere in the field was a bit embarrassing, and the auctioneers on the stage were unaware of it. They were still eagerly advocating: "The big and the ruthless, this is the characteristic of the peak of the sculpted sage, and you are not seeing the sacred Taiji. Tianxu, Xuanyuan cracking the hammer, that is one of the best Shangpin spirits, close to the half fairy..."

Frown and frown, what to do with him!

Everyone heard this and nodded. I remembered that the sacred sage had nothing to do with the chopping axe, and put aside doubts about the killing knife on the stage.

"Well, everyone knows that this artifact has not been able to complete refining for three hundred years because of the fall of the sculptor." The auctioneer's tone returned to calmness, posing a virginity. "Now this is also But it is an invincible instrument."

Everyone puts down the doubts of the center. Whoever doesn't have a place to inquire about the news, naturally knows that this artifact is problematic. If it is really no problem, someone has already taken it to the wind and rain.

"For three hundred years, many refiners have roughly found the direction to activate the artifacts. If you buy them, you will give away the experience of the major refiners." The female auctioneer took out a piece of jade and smiled. Said.

When this statement came out, the atmosphere under the stage was once again restored to the excitement. The person who wants to sell artifacts is naturally a self-holding refiner or a refiner, but no one can refine it for three hundred years. I don't know when to refine it. With the experience of the predecessors, it will naturally save a lot of effort.

“The starting price is 300,000 yuan.” The auctioneer reported the price.

Although it is a semi-finished product, the artifact is an artifact, and it is placed there. The price cannot be lower than the fairy, but it is not much higher.

Start the quotation below, 10 million to go up, in fact, there are only a few devils in the auction, and several high-level refiners, other monks do not have this strength.

"Uncle Shi, today, there seems to be a demon statue who wants this artifact. We are afraid of it..." In the remote ya, a monk dressed in a robe of buds is trying to discourage the teenagers around him. The boy is very handsome, very handsome. It is also the appearance of a mortal person who is sixteen or seven years old, but when he looks closely, he has already had Yuan Ying repair.

"Don't try to know." The teenager signaled that the monk continued to bid, and he said, subconsciously rubbing the wristbands in his sleeves. "There are more than half a million."

The wristband is silver-like, with a variety of rare gems embedded in it. It is generally deep sea blue. It is very similar to the wristband worn by Mo Xiaoqin. It is slightly wider than the wristband. It is worn on the wrist and has a rounded end. Protruding. The wrist of the sculptor is a great storage space, but after so many years, even if the calcination is dead, the mark of the spirit above has not disappeared, and he can't open it anyway.

It’s like carrying a Baoshan every day, but you can’t get the treasures above, and ask people not to worry.

This magic road is much more arrogant than the right way to kill people. The auction price in the entire auction site is quoted by God. The price of the artifact is constantly rising, but it is not anxious.

"Thirty-eight thousand seven thousand."

"388,000."

He slowly reached out and said: "400,000."

The quotation paused and continued to rise.

"Forty-three thousand three thousand."

"435,000."

I slowly reached out and said: "Four hundred thousand."

Whenever the price is glued, it will be shot at a high price.

"Damn, who is so rich." The Yuan Ying boy suddenly blinked.

"Zi Yu, I have said, these devils have money, you should be clearer than me." The brothers around him patted him on the shoulder.

The price exceeded 500,000, the young boy had to swing his hand, let the bidding monk give up, smashed his fist, and said coldly: "The brothers are laughing, I don't know much about the devils."

The brother secretly licked his mouth, this Ding Ziyu is the nephew of Ding Elder, who did not know that was sent to the calorie sages as a slap, and what to install.

A few devils are rich, but for the artifact is not as stubborn as the dedication, the bid will also withdraw. In the end, I bought the knife for killing the pig with 550,000 Shangpin Lingshi.

When the waiter brought the artifact over the tray, he squatted and looked over and looked at it: "Yin, you are sure this is right?" Just a knife.

"It’s a big deal." Mo Tianyi raised his hand and took the pig knife. He slowly rubbed the wide blade. Look carefully. The blade is not pure black, but some mottled yellow. It looks like through the light. Oh, but it’s still ugly. What everyone did not see was that at the moment when Mo Tianyi’s palm touched, the back of the pig knife flashed a slightly unseen streamer.

Because I bought the artifact, I didn’t dare to sing, and I killed the pig knife and led the people out of the secret passage in the room. This happy auction house, originally located in the ground, has a secret passage in each elegant room, which leads directly to the ground, and the exit of each secret passage is different.

Out of the tunnel, he quickly took out the flying boat and went straight to the Devil's Palace.

"Yin, it is not too late, you will start refining." He was eager to find the Taishi stone, and prepared a good refining room for him.

"This..." Mo Tianyi took the pig knife and stood in the same place.

"Why, do you want to go back?" He slammed his face down, wasn't this kid scolding him?

"That's not it," Mo Tianxiao smiled and smiled. "It's just that the uncle knows that Xiaoxi is now building a foundation. It is definitely not good to refine the spirit of the artifact. He also hopes that his uncle will prepare enough Lingshi."

Hearing just asking for money, he sighed with relief and waved his hand and asked people to dig up enough Lingshi to mine.

The Lingshi excavated from the mines are usually of different sizes. They are cut to the same size for circulation. When Mo Tianyi walks into the fire room, he sees the floor of the whole house and replaces it with Shangpinling. stone.

Putting Taishishi and the pig knife on one side, Mo Tianyi looked at the refining room and was satisfied. Raised the hand to seal the stone door of the refining room, leaving only a small hole in the corner to facilitate the cat to go out to play.

The artifact is too beginning, it is indeed the pinnacle of Mo Tianyi, but it is not difficult to complete the final step of refining. What is difficult is how to explain it to the future after refining.

The white kitten idled to play with the broken stone, and did not help to find a way.

Mo Tianyi took out the things he had bought in the * square from the storage bracelet, Xuanyuan Iron, Tongling Stone, and Falling Stone. Under the cover of the earth fire, the falling star stone emits the brilliance of the stars, covering the starlight, and looking at it carefully is actually a twilight.

Throwing a large pile of Xuanyuan iron into the furnace to refine the impurities, this process needs to be very long, estimated to be ten days and a half months.

"Sell fakes, huh?" The sound of a sweet ear like a cold spring rang in the ear, and Mo Tianyi turned back and saw that his cat had become a beauty master.

Mo Tianyi looked back at him: "Whoever said it was a fake, it was from the hands of calcination."

Qing Hao was too lazy to care for him, picking up the killing knife: "What is this waste?" Extending the slender fingers, playing the knives, a stream of light flashing across the knife, the act of disrespecting artifacts Express dissatisfaction.

"It's not in a hurry," Mo Tianqi got in front of the master. "I looked at the stupid, and I was not fooled."

Qing Yan reached out and pushed the face that was coming over: "So?"

"Oh--" Mo Tianqi took the hand of the master and went over it. "There are ears in the wall, let's whisper."

The clear palms are on the back of his head, and there are ears in the wall. If you want to listen to it, you can hear it again. In this room, he has already set up an acoustical ban, which becomes a human figure.

Mo Tianyi touched his head: "I used to make a treasure for the earth, and I can pass through the soundproofing system."

"Is it?"

"I never lied to you," Mo Tianyi said, once again getting together, taking the shoulders of the master, and reaching his forehead, talking to the soul in the sea of ​​knowledge, "so you are not afraid to be heard."

If you don't sign a blood contract, you can't use the sea to communicate directly, but you can understand each other's meaning through the touch of the spirit platform. The usual monster is impossible to let the monk contact with the sea, so the strange combination of Mo Tianyi and his cat can do it.

"To deceive the land, at least give him a good spirit." Mo Tian glared at the bright forehead, generally speaking in his knowledge of the sea, while quietly stalking the gods. People and unmarked monsters can't easily do this, because they are undefended at the moment.

"Is this foundation repaired?" Qing ridiculed him, and pulled the hand on his shoulder. Who knows that the hand is not honest, left his shoulder, and then slipped to the waist, "Gangster, do what?"

"I have to tie Dan first," Mo Tianxiao smiled and took the teacher to his arms to attract his attention. The soul slowly invaded him and carefully felt the situation. "The teacher respects the child." What can I do?"

"Hey, you...hey..." Qing Yi was about to scratch his waist, and suddenly felt something invaded his own soul, and suddenly struggled, "Go out, go out!"

"Hey, don't move, show me!" Mo Tianqi hugged his hands tightly in his arms, and did not let go of it. The damage of the inner spirit was shocking, and the old scars could be seen. Urgent, almost tearing, I only feel that my heart hurts.

A flash of light flashed, the beauty in his arms became a small ball that could not be caught, and instantly smashed out and shrank him in the corner.

Mo Tianyi did not chase him in the past, only quietly confronted him, and he slowly said: "Do you have a pain on weekdays?"

I want you to manage! The kitten ignored him and turned and walked out of the small hole in the door, disappearing.