Tempered Immortal

The first thousand two hundred and thirty-eight chapters throw the bricks to attract jade

"Giving a gift to a senior."

Although Huang Lao is an appraiser, but in the face of a metaphysical immortal in the late Yuan Ying, naturally he does not dare to be sloppy.

Lin Xuan waved his hand, then a pair of sleeves gowns, a piece of Qingxia rolled over, and his body suddenly appeared in the forest of various treasures.

There are dozens of swords and swords, and there are a lot of them.

The origin of these treasures, even Lin Xuan himself is not clear, over the years, he has killed too many monks, and each person's storage bag is not let go, accumulated over time, naturally to an amazing point.

Lin Xuan picked out these, both ancient treasures and the treasures of the Yuanhuan monk refining them. In his eyes, it is like a chicken rib, but it falls in the eyes of other cultivators, but it is very hot.

Seeing Lin Xuan took out so many magic weapons in one breath, Xue Qiaoyun and Huang Lao were also shocked.

As everyone knows, the magic weapon refining system can be quite difficult, and some of the powers of the monks in the condensate period are not necessarily able to refine a decent magic weapon.

What's more, these treasures, no matter the aura or the color, are not the same, obviously in the magic weapon, they are also rare and extraordinary.

Xue Qiaoyun’s eyes reveal a faint color. This woman certainly does not think that so many magic weapons are all made by Lin Xuan himself. More than half of them are not removed from the surface, which is obviously the thing that kills people and goods.

Thinking of this, she looked at Lin Xuan's eyes more than a trace of awe, the heart secretly stunned, these old monsters in the late Yuan Ying, really unfathomable.

However, this woman also has a very deep city, the color just flashed past, and then laughter and wind.

"Huang Daoyou, you identify, look at the treasures that Li took out, probably how many spar?" Lin Xuanyun's voice was sent to the ears.

"Yes."

The old man in the condensate period did not dare to neglect. He stepped forward and took a flying sword from the table.

This sword is only a few feet long, the surface is glaucomous, and there are many lines in the hilt, which is not the same.

“Is this made from Wannian snow fir?”

The old man exclaimed, his face showed a hot color, and the wooden property was flying in the sword. This is definitely the treasure of the top.

Lin Xuan’s expression was not shocked, he could not remember the origin of this treasure.

"Predecessors, if you approve, this sword is worth 300,000 spar." The old man flashed a greedy color in his eyes, carefully opening his mouth.

Lin Xuan is indifferent. For the value of the magic weapon, he knows that although there is no appraisers, but probably knows a little.

The top-level flying sword refining by Wannianling Wood, if it is in the square market of the auction, starts at 200,000 spar. After some competition, it is not surprising to buy a forty-five thousand.

However, commissioned auctions, in accordance with the rules of Xiu Xianjie, the city has the power to draw, usually every ten pumping one, and before this, you must first remove the original imprint of the sword original master, it will also be spar Therefore, the price of the old surname Huang is not high, but it is not too low.

After all, such behavior is equivalent to pawn, and the other party has to earn some.

What's more, Lin Xuan is not lacking in spar. The dozens of magic weapons he has brought out are relative to his net worth, but nothing is lost.

Seeing Lin Xuan’s face indulging in color, Huang Lao thought that the other person was dissatisfied and bit his teeth: “Three thousand, tens of thousands, seniors, I really can only get this price, otherwise...”

"Ok!"

Lin Xuan nodded, the other party took the initiative to mention 50,000 spar, this price is already very reasonable.

See Lin Xuan agree, Huang Lao sighed and picked up a golden brush.

......

In this way, a small half an hour passed, a total of thirty-four treasures, this person has finally been identified one by one.

"Predecessors, your treasures are together, a total of nine million spar."

"Nine million?" Lin Xuan stayed, and Xue Qiaoyun, who was drinking water next to him, almost squirted out.

This incident is really coincidental. When Lin Xuan took out these treasures, he did not carefully estimate the value of them. It could be worth about seven or eight million. Lin Xuan is also prepared to supplement it. I didn’t expect a lot of it. Just enough to buy 3,000 rafts.

Needless to say the next thing, the transaction was completed in a happy atmosphere.

Then Xue Qiaoyun took Lin Xuan to visit several shops, but unfortunately there was nothing to enter his eyes.

Unconsciously, it is too late.

Lin Xuan did not know what to hold. For the whole day, he did not mention the matter of Yuan Ying and Jing Wei, and Xue Qiaoyun seemed to have forgotten the general, the two were virtual and the snake, but on the surface it was happy.

"Li brother rarely came to my Tianqiaomen altar, are you going to live for a few days?"

"Oh, this is natural. For the scenery of the Daxue Mountain, I have not yet grasped it in the next place. What's more, I have been admired for some of my friends in the same class."

Lin Xuan pretended to be an inadvertent opening. Xue Qiaoyun’s brow was lightly wrinkled, but it quickly returned to normal.

"In this case, I will go to the VIP building with my brother."

"There are labored fairy." Lin Xuan's face is full of gratitude.

Then the two went out of the city and re-created the rainbow. Soon, they came to several crystal palace-like buildings.

It was a small attic, beautiful to the extreme, and outside each of the attic, there was a light curtain.

This is naturally the VIP building in the other party's mouth.

There are many high-priced monks who come to Tianqiaomen. The facilities here are naturally available.

The light curtain opened, and a beautiful girl came out and looked, but at the age of seventeen or eight, a baby face, cute and lovely.

"I have seen the ancestors!"

The eyes were swept over Xue Qiaoyun, and the girl’s face was full of shock. I want to know that the ordinary Yuan Ying period immortal, this door is received by the elders of the condensate period, who is this person, actually worked the ancestors .

The girl is only building the foundation period, she can only feel that Lin Xuan is unfathomable. The specific realm is not clear, but the face is full of awe.

"Laner..."

Xue Qiaoyun was about to open his mouth, but Lin Xuan waved his hand. He saw more of this scene: "Xue Xianzi, Li doesn't like someone to serve, let the little friend leave."

"Oh, Li Xi, since that said, of course, is to listen to the instructions." The voice has not fallen, she has already lost a mess: "In the vicinity, there are many deacons of this door, if Li brother has a life request, Despite telling them that there are all kinds of orders, those disciples will naturally do their best."

"Thank you."

Lin Xuan took over the command, and the knowledge of the gods was not easy to detect. There was no hand and foot on it, so he was assured of a bold income.

Then he walked into the attic.

The furnishings inside are luxurious and comfortable.

There was a jade bed in the bedroom, Lin Xuan fell on it, and woke up and slept.

Today, with nine million spar's big handwriting, I bought three thousand rafts. Lin Xuan certainly has his own intentions. First, in terms of the protection of this school, this thing is really useful, and the spar is not a white flower.

Secondly, according to Lin Xuan’s estimate, the Ming Dynasty’s famous monk, who visits the Yuan Ying in the late years, will not be too much, but it will never be too small.

After all, although the early stage of the Yuan Ying is difficult, but the twelve states are added together, the total number is still considerable.

Even if they are both masters of the immortal, the magical powers are strong and weak, and the net worth is the same.

The two treasures that I want to buy, regardless of the Jingwei gun, or the Yuan Ying class, have extraordinary significance for Tian Qiaomen. If they do not reveal their financial resources, the other party will not ignore themselves.

Xue Qiaoyun, however, in the early days of Yuan Ying, did not have the Lord in such a thing. If she expected it, she would now go to the real principal.

In other words, Lin Xuan’s nine million spar is just a jade.

Although the old saying goes, the money is not revealed, but the business is more credible, Lin Xuan is not worried, Tian Qiaomen will be unfavorable to himself.

What's more, his current cultivation is comparable to the clutch, even in the opponent's general rudder, there is no need to fear anything.

Lin Xuan was relieved to sleep and rest.

......

On the other side, looking at the figure in the formation, Tian Xiaojian was sweating, and all thoughts flashed in his mind, still not recognizing whether the other person is a demon or a demon.

But one thing is certain. This guy is unfathomable. Although he was shackled in the squad, Tian Xiaojian did not dare to escape.

Compared with the same-order monks, Tian Xiaojian has a deep heart and a rich adventure. He took a step forward and took a step forward to the figure in the law: "Sorry, the younger generation has no intention of breaking into here. I’m disturbing my predecessors’ retreat, and I’m sorry for it.”

"Retreat, boy, you can talk very much." The figure in the law, the eyes flow, giggling, Tian Xiaojian sighed, the other party is a woman, but soon, he was stunned, the other The sound actually became rough and sturdy, and it was like a reckless man: "Do you think that you have inadvertently entered? Wrong, it is the palace that you have tried hard to bring you, for eight hundred years, Wang Tinglou With your birthday, you must be alive, hehehe..."

In the voice of a thick man, but claimed to be the palace, Tian Xiaojian could not help but creep, then frowned: "Wang Tinglou, the name is a bit familiar, as if I have heard of..."

"I don't know the name of the predecessor's name?" He cautiously spoke.

"Good wind."

"mad mother?" Tian Xiaojian stayed, the name is so strange.

"It's good." Looking at Tian Xiaojian's look, I don't know if it's a man or a demon guy. His face is a bit lonely: "It seems that you haven't heard of it, oh, time flies, 沧海桑田, it seems Eight hundred years is not too short. Among the older generation of monks, as long as they advanced to the Yuan Ying period, who has not heard of the name of the deity, but now, it seems to have forgotten me."

Tian Xiaojian's brow wrinkles, the Yuan Ying monk's Shouyuan is only a thousand years old, even if it is a genius, there are very few people who can advance before the age of 300. Eight hundred years have passed, unless it is a clutching period, then it will be turned into loess. It is.