Comprehension Dragon Soul

The announcement of the auction of Baibao Pavilion attracted the attention of many people.This store can grow bigger not only because there is a great man behind the tribulation period, but also the store itself is quite interesting, with rich materials and complete types of magic weapons. Most importantly, because the shopkeeper knows the goods well and the price is reasonable. He is fair, and never covets the magic weapon in the hands of the monks, and kills people for it.

This last point is very popular. Every person in the Baibao Pavilion will swear a heart demon oath on this before entering the pavilion.Therefore, more monks are attracted to sell their things to Baibao Pavilion, especially the low-level monks who may have some adventures. Treasure.

Si Minglang was so shy that he only had twenty low-grade spirit stones left. After paying for the six spirit stones that entered the venue, the remaining fourteen he wanted to buy some kind of magic weapon was simply a dream. Even if there were such things, It is better to continue to use his broken sword after buying it.

However, Ao Rui's eyes are good enough to pass through the gaps between most of the crowd who are much taller than him, and to see clearly the handwriting on the notice. He turned his face excitedly: "That dripping sword is not bad! It suits you very well!"

Like this kind of high-level finale magic weapon, some specific data are listed on the notice, as if to declare "I am very good and expensive, come and buy me!", the attributes of the dripping sword, the length of the hilt Wait, the simple parameters seem to be very suitable for Si Minglang's habit of using the sword, as expected of Ao Rui's vision.Moreover, the water essence, which is the essence of the sword body, can be replaced by a more powerful water essence of the same attribute. It has been used until the middle level of foundation building.

Because of this growth, although the price of powerful water essence is quite expensive, the price of this sword cannot be lowered.

Si Minglang is tall, and it is easier for him to read the notice than Xiaolong. What he saw at a glance was a line of small characters followed by the dripping sword - the starting price is [-] low-grade spirit stones.

There are no large sects in Yan Kingdom, and middle-level cultivation sects like the Mizusawa Sect naturally have more advanced communication channels for magic weapons.Three hundred spirit stones are not considered expensive, and should not have been taken seriously by Si Minglang. Even if this kind of auction is the easiest to make people excited, and the price is two or three times the starting price, Si Minglang still has a fight. force.

No matter how bad he still has two or three inferior spirit swords at hand, it is no problem to collect more than 1000 spirit stones in exchange for the price. If the price exceeds this price, it is not worth buying this sword. The family asked his mother to send him one.

But now...Si Minglang only has twenty spirit stones at hand, and the magic robe, spirit sword, and sword pill that he originally used have been exhausted during the journey, especially the one that was tempered by his mother. The made robes were worth [-] spirit stones, and it was because the magic robes were relatively rare, but because of Si Minglang's cheap hands, they were destroyed by Ao Rui's dragon's breath. Thinking about it now, it's really a pity.

Si Minglang didn't really want to participate in this auction, but he lowered his head slightly and saw Ao Rui's expression, which was an eagerness to try that was rarely seen on the grown-up Ao Rui's face.Si Minglang also learned a little about Xiaolong's era from his usual descriptions. The form of auctions was not very perfect back then. Xiaolong participated in some internal gatherings with the elders in his family, but it was not very interesting. look.

Like the underground exchange meeting that Si Minglang went with his mother, a group of monks covered their heads and covered their faces, and the things they exchanged were all concealed. How could there be such a bold and intuitive tit-for-tat?

Glancing at the time of the event on the notice, Si Minglang decided to take Ao Rui to take a look, why can't he take a look if he can't afford it?

The timing of the announcement of the auction was a bit hasty. The auction was held on the second night, obviously organized temporarily.Si Minglang brought the elated Ao Rui to the market where he had bought Gengjin Qi a few days ago, and many monks had already gathered here.Some of them looked strangely dressed, while others looked like ordinary people. They had been to the cultivator's market a few times, but this was the first time Si Minglang had seen so many people in the market.

The front of Baibao Pavilion is even more lively.In a country like Yan that doesn't have many cultivation resources, there are still many monks who are too shy to take out three spirit stones, or they are reluctant, so they simply set up some stalls around the Baibao Pavilion—but they don't It is no longer selling magic weapons, but selling some sweet soup and snacks. Because the surrounding area is full of low-level monks who can't fast, the business is booming for a while.

Si Minglang bought a bowl of egg flower liqueur for Ao Rui. Xiaolong especially liked the egg flower that looked as thin as a cicada's wing. The most important thing was that the color of the egg yolk always reminded him of gold.Although Si Minglang couldn't see any similarities between gold and egg flowers.

Except for the guests who received special invitations, everyone else was at the entrance of Baibao Pavilion, queuing up to exchange crystals to enter.Si Minglang came at the right time, just in time to see a man paying money with the enchanting girl beside him and preparing to go in, Ao Rui widened his eyes, stared at the six spirit stones that the man took out, and said to Si Minglang in a low voice. : "Why does the puppet beside him have to pay?"

His voice was not too loud, but he was heard by a middle-aged man next to him. He gave a soft "oh" and kindly explained to Ao Rui: "This puppet of fellow Daoist Yi, but he never leaves his body. The magic weapon. The rules of the Baibao Pavilion are like this, no matter whether it is a human-shaped magic weapon or a spirit beast, as long as it occupies a position, it must be counted as a person."

Ao Rui was thoughtful, and he dragged Si Minglang back into the crowd quietly. Even if he didn't know the world, Xiaolong would still settle accounts. Si Minglang only has twenty spirit stones now, and he can save money by transforming into a dragon shape. What a bargain to get three spirit stones!

As for acknowledging that it was a monk's spirit beast or something, Ao Rui didn't mind at all. In his mind, Si Minglang was actually considered a half-dragon clan, and he didn't care much about it.But in other great worlds, getting a real dragon to recognize its master as a spirit beast is a fatal matter, and it will only be more difficult in the fairy world. The old dragons with advanced cultivation bases can protect their weaknesses more than anyone else.

Trying to shrink his body back to the length of his palm when he was a child, Ao Rui nestled back into the familiar pocket on his chest. Listening to the stable and familiar heartbeat frequency of the young monk, Xiaolong slowly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling very peace of mind.