The entire hall was silent and was silenced by Zhao Yang's move.

"Ahem, everyone, don't like this magic weapon?"

As he said that, Zhao Yang stretched out his hand and a long golden sword appeared in his hand. The hilt of the long sword was black, the blade was golden, and a cold light flashed on it.

Medium-grade magic weapon!

Another medium-grade magic weapon!

With two medium-grade magic weapons in hand, Zhao Yang had a faint smile on his face.

There are so many such medium-grade magic weapons.

He is now gathering into sword intent, and has a lot of spiritual energy to use, as well as easy-to-use top-grade magic weapons, and his combat power is not much different from that of the foundation-building cultivator.

With such strength, why should he hide it?

The world of cultivation is where strength speaks.

"Zheng Master Zhao, can you let me see this long sword?" Yang Yuanshan, the eldest elder of the Huolin Sect, spoke.

Zhao Yang turned the handle of the knife and handed it to Yang Yuanshan.

Yang Yuanshan held the long sword in his hand, looked at it carefully, and occasionally reached out to tap the blade, and input the spiritual power into the blade, stimulating a knife energy of more than two feet long.

"The materials are ordinary, and the techniques are also ordinary refining techniques," Yang Yuanshan looked at him, and a divine light suddenly appeared in his eyes: "But the level of control is really good. The person who refined this knife is at least a master of weapon refining."

Above the weapon refining master, wouldn’t he be the weapon refining master?

All kinds of crafts such as alchemy, weapon refining, from apprentices to alchemists, tools, and then to masters, masters, grandmasters, etc., each level is a gathering of skills, without any conspiracy, and is a real skill.

A weapon refining master has a higher status in the world of cultivation than an ordinary Jindan monk.

In the hands of such people, even an ordinary wooden stick can turn you into a mortal weapon.

This is the ability.

"Zheng Master Zhao, I have collected this knife from Baiyu Villa. You can offer a price." Situ Hongyun of Baiyu Villa stood up and looked at Zhao Yang and said.

"This..." Zhao Yang looked at the Qiyunling monks with some embarrassment and said, "Fellow Taoists, look--"

Look? What to see? If the strength allows, I will definitely want this good thing, but the great monk of the foundation-building cultivator spoke, who dared not fight for Qiyunling?

Seeing the monk Qi Yunling shook his head awkwardly, Zhao Yang turned his face to Yang Yuanshan and said, "Uncle, what price should you set when you look at the long sword?"

"Master Situ, if you really want this long sword, then take it with ten thousand spirit stones. If it is expensive, I will take it away."

Ten thousand spirit stones!

This price is twice as expensive than an ordinary medium-grade magic weapon.

Situ Hongyun was stunned at first, then pointed at Yang Yuanshan and laughed: "Old Yang, you almost got caught up with me. This long sword must have something extraordinary."

As he said that, he took a step forward, snatched the long sword from Yang Yuanshan's hand, danced gently, and said in his eyes: "Okay, okay, I want this knife in Baiyu Villa!"

Zhao Yang had a chuckling on the corner of his mouth. This long sword had a hidden attribute - bloodthirsty.

Each time you use a knife, you can increase the power of the long sword by one percent as long as you see blood. If it is continuous in the middle, it can accumulate up to 200 percent!

If such a long sword is used in a suitable place, it is a big killer weapon.

Just aim at this perverted attribute, the absolute value of ten thousand spirit stones.

When Situ Hongyun handed over a hundred medium-grade spirit stones to Zhao Yang and proudly told the attributes of the long sword, Gao Lu and others regretted it.

If they had known that this long sword had such attributes, they would have fought for it. With a change of hands, it would be at least 15,000 spirit stones.

"Everyone, it's a pity. I originally wanted to trade this knife with Qi Yunling." Zhao Yang shook his head and weighed the long stick left in his hand and said, "Do you want this stick?"

As soon as his words fell, the few people in Yulan Mountain were a little moved.

Yang Yuanshan opened his mouth and held back. He was afraid that he would see something again, and then his heart would be itchy again.

The monks in Qiyunling looked at each other, and it was just fine if the others were not financially and had no qualifications at all. The three monks in front of him whispered. Lin Shu, the mountain pavilion of Qiyunling, who was wearing brocade robes, stepped forward and clasped his fists and said, "I wonder what the price of this magic weapon of Sect Master Zhao?"

Zhao Yang had a faint smile on his face and chuckled: "Fellow Daoist Lin, what do you think?"

explain?

If I had made up my mind to the long sword before, I might have made a big profit.

The long sword just now was worth ten thousand spirit stones. Should this long stick be the same price?

But if it is the same price, if there is no attribute bonus of the long sword, wouldn’t it be a loss of 5,000 spirit stones?

But Lin Shu knew that if he dared to offer 5,000 spirit stones, it would not only make everyone in the hall laugh at them, but also let Qi Yunling and his own sect faces.

"In this way, I want this magic weapon in Shanyue Pavilion, but I don't know if I can wait for Lin to return to the sect to raise it?"

No one Qiyunling family can afford ten thousand spirit stones, but when they go back, whether it is borrowing or selling other treasures from their own house, it is still possible to raise ten thousand spirit stones.

If this magic weapon is also a special magic weapon, even if it is not a treasure of the sect, you can make a small profit by replacing it.

Moreover, Lin Shu also kept a hand, only saying that he had bought it, but not the price.

If this long stick is not special, it will only pay 5,000 or less spirit stones. A medium-grade magic weapon is at this price, and everyone knows it is not.

"Okay, I heard that Qiyunling Mountain Yue Pavilion is also a sect with great background. With this medium-grade magic weapon, the rise is right in front of you." Zhao Yang smiled and threw the long stick directly to Lin Shu.

Lin Shu happily took the long stick, poured the spiritual power in his hand, and felt it carefully, but his face gradually changed.

This long stick is an ordinary mid-stage magic weapon!

His face twitched, put away the long stick, bowed and said, "Zengzhu Zhao, let's go back to raise the spirit stones."

"Okay, okay, Fellow Daoist Lin, don't wait for me to come to ask for it." Zhao Yang bowed and said lightly.

After saying that, he looked at the other people in Qi Yunling and said, "Everyone, do you still want magical tools?"

Still need it?

Didn't see Lin Shu's face look so dark?

"Zhengmaster Zhao, we are reckless. Today we are short of money. Let's trade later in a few days."

The leading Shifang Sect Liao De bowed his hand, and the others hurriedly hugged their fists.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. My Qingyun Sect still has some gains in the secret realm. If anyone wants to trade, I, Zhao Yang, welcomed me." Zhao Yang stood up and laughed.

The people of Qiyunling said goodbye to several foundation-building monks, and then left the hall accompanied by Zhao Yang.

"You guys say, is that the long stick special?" This time, even Gao Lu was a little curious.

"Lin Shu's expression is probably hanging." Liu Yao, the head of Tianhe Sect, glanced at Jia Changhe inadvertently. Zhao Yang's technique was a bit familiar.

Zhao Yang turned around the hall, and Yang Yuanshan spoke, "My dear nephew, is there any difference in that long stick?"

Zhao Yang laughed and said, "Uncle, there is nothing different about this magic weapon, just an ordinary magic weapon."

"How many spirit stones are you going to collect for ordinary magic weapons?" Liu Yao said with a laugh.

"A thousand spirit stones cannot be missing." Zhao Yang sat down and picked up the teacup on the table.

Hearing this, everyone in the hall was amused. Yang Yuanshan said curiously: "What if this mountain pavilion does not pay the spirit stone?"

"Don't pay for the spirit stone?" Zhao Yang took a sip of the tea in the cup and put it down. A pure and condensed sword intent slowly expanded on his body. A suffocating and murderous aura spread throughout the hall.
Chapter completed!