The middle-aged man respectfully said: "It's a flying sword. The younger generation saw it. It was very common. Maybe it has some magical powers, but it won't be too strong. This kind of magic weapon does not comply with the trading regulations of our Baohelou. ."
He did not dare to show any disrespect to the old man in front of him. Although the old man said that his cultivation was only in the early stage of transforming gods, he was aloof in the Baohe Building, and the middle-aged man faintly knew that this old man had even reached the middle stage of infant transformation. It's just that the injury was too heavy, and it fell to the god of transformation.
The old man looked at Wang Lin's gradually disappearing back in the distance, a trace of doubt appeared in his muddy eyes, but soon, he shook his head, turned and walked back to the Baohe Building.
"This figure is familiar..."
The figure of the old man looked extremely tired. He returned to the building, sat on the rocking chair in the side hall, and touched his chest bitterly. With a long sigh, he looked at the ground and was silent.
Wang Lin left the Baohe Building and walked towards the elegant green bamboo pavilion. Although this pavilion is not big, it has a sense of simplicity and elegance. Stepping into it, Wang Lin looked around, and the wooden lattices were close to the wall. Inside were opened small boxes, wrapped in yellow silk cloth, and placed all kinds of magic weapons and elixirs.
Sitting in the shop was a young scribe. The man was holding a scroll of ancient books. He was watching with relish. After he noticed Wang Lin's entry, the young man put down the scroll, got up and laughed, "Although the shop is not big, the items are still available. , I don’t know what you want."
In the early stage of this person's cultivation, he saw Wang Lin, not as arrogant as that Baohelou, but showed enthusiasm in his easygoing.
Wang Lin smiled slightly, patted the storage bag, with a flying sword in his hand, and said, "Can fellow Taoist receive this sword?"
The young man frowned at first glance at the flying sword, and said with a wry smile: "Friends of Taoism. This sword... It's nothing, can you let me take it and check it carefully?"
The young man’s attitude was very easy-going. Wang Lin smiled and pushed forward with his right hand. The flying sword immediately flew gently towards the young man. After this person took it, his spiritual sense swept away, and he said: "This sword is more ordinary, I'm afraid it is... !"
As soon as the youth spoke halfway through his words, he immediately opened his eyes wide, staring straight at the shameless flying sword in his hand, and his eyes were even more shocked.
He suddenly raised his head, looked at Wang Lin, and said quickly: "Father, the magical powers in this flying sword..."
"You know it as soon as you try!"
Wang Lin smiled.
The young man took a deep breath and suppressed the shock in his heart. When he was observing in the sword just now, he found that there was a magical power in the sword. He could not see any clues to this magical power. Make him stunned.
He runs the spiritual power in his body. Melting into the flying sword, his spiritual power just touched the imprint of the magical power in the flying sword, and the sword immediately exploded with a strong sword aura. At the same time, the youth had an illusion of blending with it.
There was surprise in his eyes. This sword has not yet activated its magical powers, but just by virtue of such spiritual power integration, it can be attributed to a middle-level magic weapon.
He did not immediately try his magical powers, but instead manipulated the sword. He pointed to the huge high-grade original spirit stone outside the shop, and the sword light whistled. The sword flashed out, turning into a rainbow and went straight to the spirit stone without any. When the sound came out, the sword directly penetrated the high-grade spirit stone under the eyes of the young man, turning into a Changhong and flew back.
"Good sword!"
The young man looked at Feijian with admiration in his eyes, but with a hint of regret, and said: "Such a fusion can be called a middle-level spirit treasure, so fierce, more than high-level. But unfortunately, the speed of this sword cannot be matched. What a pity, what a pity!"
He said, turning on the magical powers in Feijian, and in an instant, the pupils in this person's eyes shrank suddenly. He watched that Feijian disappear before his eyes, and when it appeared next time, it was actually ten feet away.
"this… "
The young man shook and walked out of the shop. With a wave of his right hand, the flying sword immediately moved back. The young man's eyes were no longer ecstasy, but shocked. He took a deep breath and pointed at the huge original. The spirit stone, the flying sword teleported suddenly, appeared in the spirit stone and passed through.
"This... this is, this is teleport!"
The young man opened his mouth wide, and immediately recalled the flying sword. He held it in his hand. There were huge waves in his heart. Generally speaking, the flying sword couldn't leave the mark of teleportation. Because the sword body cannot withstand the swift friction during teleportation, in addition, there is another point, if there is no cultivation base to reach the sky, the teleportation brand cannot be carved into the sword body.
More importantly, even if you have a descriptive cultivation base, unless the cultivation technique is extremely high. The artistic conception is special, otherwise, the brand in the sword body cannot be formed endlessly.
Wang Lin, also because his artistic conception is the cycle of life and death, can make the teleportation in the flying sword, to a certain extent, be in endless life, but if the balance is broken, it will also be invalid.
The young man grabbed the flying sword, hurried back to the shop, looked at Wang Lin, and said quickly: "Father of the Dao, this sword, our shop wants it! One hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones, is that enough?"
Wang Lin frowned slightly, and the young man in front of him had a low cultivation base, controlled by his spiritual power, and only played a tenth of the power of this sword just now.
Seeing Wang Lin frowned, the young man groaned for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Friends of Taoism, you can add up to 50,000 high-grade spirit stones to the lower level. Although this sword is a top-grade spiritual treasure, its value is already extremely high."
"Do you have a baby-changing monk here?"
Wang Lin frowned and asked.
The young man was startled, his face was displeased, and he said, "What do you mean by fellow Taoists? Do you think that you are not able to see the pros and cons of this flying sword? The seniors in the infant change stage, we have them in the shop, you said so. , I will come!"
The young man slapped his storage bag, and immediately flew out a jade slip. He flew out with a few words, and the jade simplified as a blue light flew out of the shop and disappeared.
When the jade slip came out, the young man sat on the chair and said nothing, just playing with the flying sword in his hand.
With Wang Lin's cultivation base, naturally he would not be able to compete with such low-level monks. His mood has reached the level of a grand master. At this moment, he laughed blankly and looked at the magic weapon in the surrounding grid.
In contrast, the young man became a little uncomfortable after a while, and his eyes sometimes looked at Wang Lin, with surprises flashing in his eyes. In his opinion, although the cultivator in front of him said that his cultivation was only the late stage of the formation of alchemy, he suddenly felt like seeing the clan chief and even the elder in him.
The other party's randomness. And that plain expression is not like the performance of a pill formation monk, but this person's cultivation is indeed in the pill formation stage. It is not that he has not considered that the other party has hidden the cultivation base, but there are family elders in the Qingzhu Pavilion. As long as the formation hasn't reached the peak of the cultivation base, and enter it, there will be nowhere to hide immediately.
Not long, a fresh breeze blew from outside. After the wind passed, an old man in Tsing Yi stepped into the attic. At first glance, the old man stared at the flying sword in the hands of the young man. .
When the young man saw the old man, he immediately stood up and respectfully said: "Junior Sun Mo, I have met the elder."
The old man hummed, his gaze swept over Wang Lin, his expression not showing the slightest change, and he said flatly, "Is this the person who asked to check the magic weapon!"
The young man hurriedly said yes, and respectfully handed out his flying sword.
At the moment when the old man entered, Wang Lin glanced sideways and then retracted his gaze. This person's cultivation reached the late stage of infant transformation and was not complete, but he was obviously life-and-death, and his temperament had been tempered. The four little guys are much deeper.
The old man stopped talking nonsense, grabbed his right hand, the flying sword fell into his hand, his consciousness swept away, and his usual face immediately showed shock.
"Elder, this junior sees that it is..."
The young man stood aside and was talking, only to see the old man raised his head and stared, and the young man swallowed the second half of the sentence.
The old man's left hand flicked on the flying sword, and a crisp sword sound immediately echoed, and the sound was as beautiful as the sound of nature. The shock in his eyes became stronger, and with a wave of his right hand, the sword flashed out immediately and disappeared.
This time, it moved directly thousands of miles away.
In the next instant, that Feijian appeared suddenly, hovering around the old man's body, and there was immortal energy radiating from it, turning into a sharp sword energy, holding it and not sending it.
More importantly, on this flying sword, there were flashes of electric light walking away. The old man took a deep breath, stared at the electric light directly, pondered for a moment, and tried to lift his finger to touch the electric light.
"Bang!" A soft sound reverberated, and the old man's complexion instantly paled. After a few steps, he recovered after a long time. Not only did he lose anger, but he showed rare ecstasy in his eyes.
The young man saw this scene from the side and stayed on the spot completely. With his eyesight, he naturally saw that Feijian was under the control of the old man, and it was actually...
"Xianbao... this... this is Xianbao..."
The youth was dumbfounded.
"It's not an immortal treasure, it's a fake immortal treasure! There is a big shifting technique on it. In addition, that strange thunder and lightning is the precious part of this treasure. If there is no such thunder and lightning, this treasure can only be regarded as an ordinary fake. Xianbao, but with this trace of thunder and lightning, it makes this thing very different!"
The old man did not deliberately conceal it, he opened his mouth and looked at Wang Lin.
"This thing was given by your family's elders, right? Are you sure you want to sell it?"
"Three thousand immortal jade!"
Wang Lin did not answer, but quoted the price.
The old man's gaze condensed, and he looked at Wang Lin carefully, and without saying a word, he patted his storage bag, and immediately a pile of celestial jade appeared on the ground, emitting a strong celestial power, filling the entire Qingzhu pavilion.
Wang Lin flicked his sleeve and put the fairy jade into the storage bag.
"Do you have other fake fairy treasures?"
The old man looked at Wang Lin and asked.
Wang Lin's expression was always the same, he touched the storage bag, immediately took out a bronze mirror, and threw it to the old man.
The old man took it, and only glanced at it, and his complexion immediately changed like never before. He was even more shocked than when he saw Feijian before. He lost his voice: "Inheriting the false immortal treasure!"