"It is said to be the tendon of some monster."
Looking at the calcined dragon wood on the display shelf, Feng Qingyang raised his hand and gently stroked it. This calcined dragon wood not only had a mellow color, but also had an extremely smooth surface. There was no roughness at all when he touched it.
"How similar, no wonder you were the first one to catch my attention."
Feng Qingyang murmured, recalling the scene in the cultivation world when he violently beat up Prince Dragon, pulling out his tendons alive and nearly forcing him to die on the spot.
He immediately picked it up. This object was not heavy and looked a bit like a bone. In fact, with a little refining, it could reveal its original round shape.
"Do you want to buy or trade?"
The moment he picked it up, a middle-aged man appeared beside him like a ghost. The man was fat and exuded the smell of money.
The Heavenly Eye quietly opened, and upon observation, he saw another person in the Dao Transformation Realm, and the avenue he controlled was actually the treasure hunting avenue that was ranked at the bottom of the three thousand avenues.
The three thousand cultivation stars in the spiritual world correspond to the three thousand great ways, but among these three thousand great ways, apart from the first ten, the rest can only be regarded as unorthodox ways.
"How much is this thing worth?"
"If you want to buy it with spirit stones, it is worth 100,000 high-grade spirit stones. However, if you want to exchange it with something of equivalent value, you don't need spirit stones."
"One hundred thousand?"
Feng Qingyang said in a deep voice, not saying that he had no spirit stones left, but he sighed again. If this thing was placed in the world of cultivation, it would definitely be a super treasure, a first-class treasure of a sect, but in the spirit world, it was only priced at this price.
"Meeting is fate. I fell in love with it at first sight, so I have to take it away. Don't you think so?"
He was born with a smile, perhaps a little quiet, the smile on his whole face spreading from the corners of his mouth, so brilliant that the Suzaku Hall Master beside him blushed and almost lost himself in it.
After saying this, he immediately took out a piece of wood, handed it to the middle-aged man, and left with the calcined dragon wood.
"Jianmu..."
The middle-aged man was shocked. If the thing in his hand was exchanged for the Forged Dragon Wood, its value would be at least ten times more. The generosity of this man shocked him deeply.
He immediately followed closely. There was only one person who could produce Jianmu, and that was Feng Qingyang, because he had once entered the Qingqiu ancient tombs and obtained the fortune of the Shang Dynasty. This fortune was not only the luck of a country, but also the treasure of a country.
The three of them walked around here for several times, but Feng Qingyang didn't see any treasures that he liked. On the contrary, he bought a lot of miscellaneous cute things.
Those things looked delicate and exquisite, but they were useless. Even the Master of the Suzaku Hall was extremely surprised and secretly wondered who he was going to give these things to.
In fact, it was only for Emperor Xianxian and Zhu Xuezhu who were in the boundary bead. With his current cultivation level, he was just a little bit away from releasing Zhu Xuezhu so that she wouldn't have to hide in the boundary bead for a long time.
"Are these the only things here?"
After walking around, Feng Qingyang returned to the edge of the second-floor stairs, looked at the middle-aged man beside him and asked, if that was all, it would be a bit disappointing.
"Fellow Daoist, you are joking. How can my Duobao Pavilion only have these? It is inappropriate to call it a treasure hunt if you don't play."
When talking about Duobao Pavilion, a look of admiration and pride flashed across the middle-aged man's face, as if he was thinking of some desirable place, and his whole face became bright.
"The Duobao Pavilion here is the same as the City of Sin, with a total of nine floors. The treasures on each floor are different and of different levels. But if you want to go higher, you need not only financial resources, but also strength."
"The ninth floor, the highest point, is in an independent space. There are three treasures there. One of them is an offensive magic weapon that is said to be able to challenge the Saint."
He was boasting, Feng Qingyang just smiled, but in fact he was a little skeptical in his heart. Challenging the magic weapon of the Holy Lord? How is it possible? If there really was such a heaven-defying existence, I'm afraid it would have caused chaos long ago.
"With your ability, you should be able to go to the third floor, or maybe the sixth floor. There, you should have what you want."
It can be seen that Feng Qingyang was a little bit unconvinced, but the middle-aged man was not surprised at all, because even he still found it hard to believe.
Finally, he spoke softly, as if subconsciously reminding Feng Qingyang of something, but he didn't seem to understand it.
"How can I enter the third floor?"
As soon as he said this, the middle-aged man raised his hand and waved it. A door appeared at the edge of the second staircase. There were nine steps inside the door, and at the end was the third floor.
Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank, and he wondered why there were stairs again. He had walked up countless stairs in his life, and each of them was so extraordinary.
Although he underestimated the opponent in his heart, he was determined with his feet. He took a step forward, and his body swayed. He almost fell back. Turning back, he looked at the smiling middle-aged man, and a competitive spirit suddenly arose in his heart.
The stairs are not high or far, and are not that scary. However, after taking a step, a rule will appear that will move him back to his original place.
In other words, to enter the third level, one has to resist the force of rules. Feng Qingyang was too careless before, but now that he is mentally prepared, it is naturally not a difficult task.
Thinking of this, under the gazes of the Suzaku Hall Master and the middle-aged man, he took a deep step forward, and when the power of rules came, he punched directly.
There was no roar, nor any shaking, as if a light curtain was shattered. But with a click beside his ear, he stepped onto the second step. He walked on and on, step by step, until he reached the eighth step. He stopped instantly, looked back at the two people who were shocked behind him, and smiled slightly.
Immediately, before the last step, he pointed, took a step, and immediately went in and disappeared at the end of the stairs.
"Master Suzaku won't follow?"
Seeing Feng Qingyang disappear, the middle-aged man said meaningfully. After these words came out, the Suzaku Hall Master who was standing there in a daze woke up as if from a dream, took a step, and rushed forward quickly.
She did not encounter the same rules that Feng Qingyang encountered, because she was the hall master here and therefore had privileges. As long as it was below the third floor, she could come and go freely.
After watching the two disappear, the middle-aged man, who was originally full of smiles, suddenly changed his expression. He took out a jade slip in his hand, quickly carved a few words on it, then crushed it, and then the whole person disappeared into the darkness again.
Stepping into the third floor, Feng Qingyang was stunned for a moment, because he suddenly found someone here, someone he had never dreamed of wanting.
"Flower Monk!"