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The middle-aged man said respectfully: "It's a flying sword. I saw it. It's very ordinary. Maybe it has some magical powers, but I don't think it's too strong. This type of magic weapon does not comply with the trading regulations of our Baohelou."

He did not dare to disrespect the old man in front of him at all. Although the old man's cultivation was only in the early stage of the God Transformation, he was a transcendent in the Baohe Tower. The middle-aged man knew vaguely that the old man had even reached the middle stage of the Infant Transformation, but he was too seriously injured and fell to the God Transformation.

The old man looked at Wang Lin's gradually disappearing back in the distance, and a trace of doubt appeared in his turbid eyes, but soon, he shook his head and turned around and walked back to Baohe Tower.

"This back is a bit familiar..." The old man looked extremely tired. He returned to the building, sat on the rocking chair in the side hall, touched his chest bitterly, sighed, looked at the ground, and remained silent.

Wang Lin left Baohe Tower and walked towards the elegant Qingzhu Pavilion. Although this pavilion was not big, it felt a simple and elegant feeling. When he stepped inside, Wang Lin looked around and saw wooden lattices close to the walls. There were opened small boxes in the grid, and there were various magic weapons, elixirs and other objects in the grid.

Sitting in the shop was a young scholar holding a volume of ancient books in his hand. He was watching Rejuvenation. After realizing that Wang Lin came in, the young man put down the books and stood up and smiled: "Although my store is not big, there are still all the items. I don't know what my friends want."

This person was in the early stage of his cultivation in the God Transformation. After seeing Wang Lin, he did not feel arrogant like the Baohe Tower, but showed enthusiasm in his leisurely manner.

Wang Lin smiled slightly, patted the storage bag, and the flying sword was in his hand, saying, "Can fellow Taoist take this sword?"

When the young man saw the flying sword at first glance, he frowned slightly, and smiled bitterly: "Fellow Taoist, this sword...forget it, can you let me take it and check it carefully?"

The young man was extremely easy-going. Wang Lin pushed forward with a smile with his right hand. The flying sword immediately flew towards the young man smoothly. After this man took it, his spiritual sense swept it inside and said, "This sword is more ordinary, I'm afraid it's...huh!!"

As soon as the young man said halfway, he immediately opened his eyes wide and stared at the flying sword in his hand that looked unpretentious, with shock in his eyes.

He suddenly looked up, looked at Wang Lin, and said quickly: "Fellow Taoist, the magical powers in this flying sword..."

"You can tell at a try!" Wang Lin said with a smile.

The young man took a deep breath and suppressed the shock in his heart. When he was observing his spiritual sense just now, he found that there was actually a magical power in the sword. He could not see any clues about this magical power, but the pressure from it caused his soul to shake violently.

He used his spiritual power in his body to merge into the flying sword. As soon as his spiritual power touched the magical mark in the flying sword, the sword immediately burst out with a strong sword energy. At the same time, the young man had the illusion of blending with it.

His eyes showed surprise. The sword had not yet activated its magical powers, but with such spiritual power fusion, he could belong to the intermediate magic weapon.

He did not try his magical powers immediately, but controlled the sword, pointing to the huge top-grade original spirit stone outside the shop, and the sword light roared. The sword flashed out and turned into a long rainbow and headed straight for the spirit stone. Without any sound, the sword penetrated directly from the top-grade spirit stone under the eyes of the young man, turning into a long rainbow and flying back.

"Good sword!!" The young man looked at the flying sword, with admiration in his eyes, but there was a hint of regret, and said, "Such fusion can be called a mid-level spiritual treasure, so sharp and more than high-level ones. But unfortunately, the speed of this sword cannot be matched, it's a pity, it's a pity!"

He said, opening up the magical powers in the flying sword. In an instant, the pupils in this person's eyes suddenly shrank. He watched helplessly as the flying sword disappeared in front of him, and the next time he appeared, it was ten feet away.

"this……"

The young man's body was shocked and immediately walked out of the shop in steps. With a wave of his right hand, the flying sword immediately teleported back. The young man's eyes were no longer ecstasy, but shocked. He took a breath and pointed to the huge original spirit stone again. The flying sword teleported and appeared inside the spirit stone and penetrated through it.

"This... this is, this is teleportation!!!" The young man opened his mouth wide and immediately recalled the flying sword and held it in his hand. He burst into huge waves in his heart. Generally speaking, the teleportation mark cannot be left in the flying sword. Because the sword body cannot withstand the rapid friction when teleportation is teleportation, there is another point that if Tongtian's cultivation level is not available, the teleportation mark cannot be engraved in the sword body.

More importantly, even if you have the cultivation of portrayal, unless your skills are extremely high and your artistic conception is special, the imprints in the sword body cannot be formed endlessly.

Wang Lin is also because his artistic conception is the cycle of life and death, which can cause the teleportation in the flying sword to a certain extent, but if the balance is broken, it will be ineffective.

The young man grabbed the flying sword and quickly returned to the store. He looked at Wang Lin and said quickly: "Fellow Daoist, I want this sword in my store! Is it enough for 100,000 top-grade spirit stones?"

Wang Lin frowned slightly. The young man in front of him had too low cultivation and was controlled by spiritual power. He had only exerted one-tenth of the power of this sword just now.

When the young man saw Wang Lin frowning, he pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Fellow Daoist, I will add up to 50,000 top-grade spirit stones. Although this sword is a top-grade spirit treasure, its value has been given to it at an extremely high level."

"Do you have a baby-transformed monk here?" Wang Lin asked frowned.

The young man was stunned, with displeasure on his face and said, "What does fellow Taoist mean? Do you think that the cultivation level is insufficient and you cannot see the advantages and disadvantages of this flying sword? Senior in the infant stage, I have it in my store. If you say that, I will invite you!" The young man slapped the storage bag and immediately flew out of the jade slip. He sent a few words and threw it out. The jade simplified into green light and flew out of the store, disappearing.

When the jade slip came out, the young man sat on the chair without saying a word, just playing with the flying sword in his hand.

With Wang Lin's cultivation level, he naturally would not compete with such low-level cultivators as bravely as he did. His state of mind had reached the level of a master. At this moment, he laughed silently and looked at the magic weapon in the surrounding grids.

In contrast, the young man was a little overwhelmed and looked at Wang Lin from time to time, with a look of surprise flashing in his eyes. In his opinion, although the cultivator in front of him had only the late stage of the elixir, he suddenly felt like he had seen the clan leader or even the elder in him.

The other party's casualness and plain expression were not like the performance that a monk in the Killing Pill should have, but this person's cultivation level was indeed in the Killing Pilling Pilling Stage. He had considered that the other party had concealed his cultivation level, but there was a formation set up by the elders of the family in the Qingzhu Pavilion. As long as the cultivation level was not reached, he would immediately have nowhere to hide when he entered it.

It didn't take long, and a breeze blew from outside. After the wind, an old man in blue stepped into the attic. The old man stared at the flying sword playing with in the young man's hands at the first glance. As his eyes opened and closed, a light flashed across.

The young man immediately stood up when he saw the old man and said respectfully: "My younger generation Sun Mo, I have seen the elder."

The old man nodded lightly, his eyes swept Wang Lin, his expression showed no change at all, and he said calmly: "Is this person asking for a magic weapon to be tested!"

The young man quickly said yes and sent the flying sword in his hand respectfully.

The moment the old man entered, Wang Lin looked sideways and then looked back. This person's cultivation level has reached the late stage of Infant Transformation, and has not been perfect, but he has obviously experienced life and death for a long time and his mind has been tempered. It is much deeper than the four little guys he met on the road.

The old man stopped talking nonsense, grabbed his right hand and the flying sword fell into his hand. His spiritual sense swept inside, and his usual face immediately showed shock.

"Elder, this treasure younger generation can see that it is..." The young man stood aside and was talking, but the old man raised his head and glared at him. The young man swallowed the second half of his words.

The old man bounced the flying sword with his left hand, and a crisp sound of the sword echoed immediately, and the sound was as wonderful as the sound of nature. His eyes were even more shocked. With a wave of his right hand, the sword immediately flashed out and disappeared.

This time, he moved directly thousands of miles away.

The next moment, the flying sword suddenly appeared and wandered around the old man's body. On it, there was even more fairy energy radiating, turning into sharp sword energy, holding it but not emitting it.

More importantly, there were actually lightnings wandering on the flying sword. The old man took a breath, stared at the lightning, pondered for a moment, and tried to raise his finger and touch the lightning.

A "bang" sound echoed, and the old man's face was pale in an instant. He took a few steps back and recovered after a while. Not only did he not feel angry, but he showed a rare ecstasy in his eyes.

The young man saw these scenes on the side and stayed completely on the spot. With his eyesight, he naturally saw that the flying sword was under the control of the old man, and there was actually...the power of immortality on it!

"Immortal treasure...this...this is a fairy treasure..." The young man was stunned.

"It's not an immortal treasure, but a false immortal treasure! There is also a great movement technique on it. In addition, the strange lightning is the precious point of this treasure. If there is no such lightning, this treasure can only be regarded as an ordinary false immortal treasure. But with this ray of lightning, this thing is very different!" The old man did not deliberately conceal it, and looked at Wang Lin while speaking.

"This thing was given by your elders, 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 eyes narrowed, he looked at Wang Lin carefully a few times, and without saying a word, he patted the storage bag, and immediately a pile of fairy jade appeared on the ground, emitting a strong fairy power, spreading the entire Qingzhu Pavilion.

Wang Lin shook his sleeve and the fairy jade was put into the storage bag.

"Do you have other fake immortal treasures?" the old man looked at Wang Lin and asked.

Wang Lin's expression was always the same. When he touched the storage bag, he immediately took out a bronze mirror and threw it to the old man.
Chapter completed!