These dozens of ancient stones are all shrouded in black mist, making it difficult to detect whether there are treasures hidden in them.
But when Ling Xiao touched all the ancient stones, he found that only three of them could make the Wordless Heavenly Book vibrate, while the others had no reaction.
Among these three ancient stones, there was one that made the Wordless Heavenly Book the most excited. If it hadn’t been for Ling Xiao’s suppression, it would have almost run out of the sea of consciousness.
Of course, it doesn’t mean that the Wordless Heavenly Book has no reaction or that there are no treasures in the ancient stone. Rather, the vision of the Wordless Heavenly Book is too high, and the treasures it takes a fancy to are all rare treasures.
"Father, I want all three of these ancient stones. Can you please be flexible?"
Ling Xiao smiled slightly and picked out the three ancient stones that had reacted to the Wordless Heavenly Book.
Although this old man looked like he was half buried in the ground, and there was no sign of his cultivation level, Ling Xiao still felt an inexplicable sense of danger. This could only mean that even Ling Xiao could not see through this old man's cultivation level.
"One person can only buy one!" said the old man indifferently.
Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at Ling Xiao as if he was a fool. Is there really someone who wants to buy these ancient stones
"Little brother, although these ancient stones have a very powerful Dao rhyme, they have fracture lines and black spots. These are soul-breaking stones, waste stones. It is impossible to cut out treasures from them. You must be careful!"
A knowledgeable warrior kindly advised.
Although gambling on stones depends on luck, there are many warriors who are proficient in gambling on stones. After countless years of immersion, they have naturally developed a keen eye and the art of ancient stone hunting, and can roughly judge what kind of ancient stone can produce a treasure.
"Thank you, I just want to buy two to play with!"
Ling Xiao said with a smile.
Spend ten thousand Pure Yang Pills to buy a Soul-Breaking Stone to play with
Everyone was speechless. Seeing that Ling Xiao was very young, yet he had already reached the first level of the King Realm, they were all guessing that he was probably a disciple of some holy land. They were both envious and jealous. Ten thousand Pure Yang Pills was an astronomical figure for them, but for the disciples of those great holy lands, it was just a drop in the bucket.
"Senior, can I ask someone else to buy it for me?" Ling Xiao asked softly.
The old man glanced at Ling Xiao with his turbid eyes and nodded lightly.
Ling Xiao immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that although this old man was strange, the rule of only allowing one pill per person could still be compromised.
"Brother, you don't really want to buy these Soul-Severing Stones, do you? I'm an expert in physiognomy, and I can tell the difference between heaven, earth, and people, but I can't tell the difference between these stones. I advise you not to spend your money recklessly. Instead of spending 30,000 Pure Yang Pills, how about buying three Heavenly Venerable Talismans?"
The unscrupulous Taoist looked at Ling Xiao as if he was being taken advantage of, and actually tried to persuade him kindly.
"Master, I don't have any Pure Yang Pills. Can you lend me 30,000 Pure Yang Pills?" Ling Xiao looked at the unscrupulous Taoist with a simple and honest look.
"Ask me to borrow the Pure Yang Pill? No way!"
The unscrupulous Taoist immediately took a step back vigilantly, looking like a miser and extremely stingy.
A smile appeared in Ling Xiao's eyes, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he uttered a few syllables to the Wuliang Taoist.
Wuliang Daoist was shocked all over, and looked at Ling Xiao as if he had seen a ghost and asked: "You... who are you, kid?"
"Lend me 30,000 Pure Yang Pills first, and I'll tell you later!"
Ling Xiao smiled slightly. The unscrupulous Taoist priests were just like the old goat, both were misers. If they were not given some sweet treats, they would not fall into the trap.
"Okay! I'll lend you my coffin! But..."
The eyes of the unscrupulous Taoist revealed a trace of cunning, and he said: "When you cut these three stones, if you cut out treasures, you have to give me half. I don't want the 30,000 Pure Yang Pills!"
Ling Xiao asked: "What if nothing is cut out?"
"Of course you have to return the 30,000 Pure Yang Pills to me!"
The unscrupulous Taoist acted as if it was a matter of course.
"Okay, deal!"
Ling Xiao rolled his eyes.
He became more and more convinced that the unscrupulous Taoist had lived a second life and his greedy and lustful nature had not changed at all.
Finally, the unscrupulous Taoist carefully took out a storage bag and handed it to Ling Xiao, his face full of pain.
Ling Xiao grabbed it, then looked at the old man who had just advised him kindly, and said, "Father-in-law, how about helping me to make up the number and buy a piece of ancient stone?"
The old man had white hair and beard, a ruddy face, and was wearing a brocade robe. He looked like a wealthy and cheerful man.
"Little brother, since you insist on buying it, I won't persuade you! But if you spend 30,000 Pure Yang Pills to buy three Soul-Severing Stones, you will definitely be disappointed!"
The old man sighed softly and nodded in agreement.
Ling Xiao laughed secretly in his heart, how could the things that the Wordless Heavenly Book liked be bad? The things in these three ancient stones might be worth more than ten times.
He handed the storage bag to the old stall owner and was about to take the three Soul-Breaking Stones.
whoosh!
At this moment, a sound of breaking through the air was heard. It was a trace of invisible sword energy, containing unparalleled power. If Ling Xiao was really an ordinary first-level king or prince, I'm afraid this hand would be cut off by the sword energy.
Ling Xiao's eyes turned cold, and a golden light exploded in his hand, instantly extinguishing the invisible sword energy, and then he grabbed the three soul-breaking stones in his hand.
"Boy, put down those three Soul-Breaking Stones. I want them!"
A lazy voice came, with an attitude that no one could disobey.
The crowd parted, and a young man in white clothes holding a folding fan walked in, accompanied by several of his men. Next to him was an old man in a black robe with a sinister face, emitting a cold ghostly aura.
The young man in white was very handsome, with a slender figure and a strong aura. He had already reached the ninth level of the King Realm. His face was full of pride, and he looked down at Ling Xiao with an air of commanding him.
"Is it Nan Tianjian, the third son of the Nan Tian family?"
"Are these Soul-Breaking Stones so precious? Even the Southern Sky Sword has its eyes on them! The Southern Sky Family, like the Treasure Pavilion, started out by selling rare treasures from heaven and earth. In recent years, they have shown signs of challenging the Treasure Pavilion!"
"For the Nantian family, tens of thousands of Pure Yang Pills are really just a drop in the bucket. Maybe they just bought them for fun?"
"Now we are going to have a good show! I don't know which sect this young man is a disciple of!"
"… "
Everyone's eyes flickered as they recognized the identity of the young man in white. Some even showed a gloating look, wishing that Ling Xiao and Nangong Jian would fight.
"Why? I've already bought these three ancient stones!"
There was a hint of coldness in Ling Xiao's eyes, and he said lightly.
So what about the Nantian family? It was just a family that had risen not long ago. Although it was not weaker than those hidden ancient families, it still lacked foundation and was just a nouveau riche.
(End of this chapter)