The Strongest Tribe

Gone?

Xia Tuo grabbed at the sea of ​​divine orifices in Tiepan Mountain again, but this time he caught nothing, so he couldn't help but glance at him.

Poor ghost.

Tiepan Mountain, who was oppressed by the invisible air mechanism, was suddenly flushed red, two ground soldiers, an unknown witch weapon, and a magical seal, plus more than 50,000 spirit crystals, he Are you poor?

Do you want to die or live?

Putting away all the things, Xia Tuo looked at Tiepan Mountain and asked softly.

Immediately Tie Panshan nodded violently, that's needless to say, of course he wanted to live.

Where did the magic seal come from?

Facing Tiepan Mountain and shaking the blue water-like seal in his hand, Xia Tuo asked, this thing is an attack branded by a supernatural powerhouse, but it doesn't mean that a supernatural powerhouse can imprint a magic seal. No such ability.

If you want to imprint the supernatural seal, you need to have a strong spiritual will. Only when the spiritual power has been cultivated to a deep level in the only true soul state, can it be possible to have the state of turning the virtual into reality.

In other words, according to normal cultivation, the strong man who left this seal must be at least a strong man in the realm of supernatural powers, or even a strong man in the realm of manifesting the holy.

The aura on the seal has weakened a lot. Obviously, it has been used many times, and the power left over is estimated to be similar to the first level of supernatural powers. Otherwise, he really can't suppress it, and it seems that he can use it two or three times.呼噺繓赽奇奇novel盧|w~w~

It was found underground in Huanglong City.

Tie Panshan hurriedly said that he didn't want to die, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

A former Marquis is buried under the ground of Huanglong City. It is because of the things that exist under Huanglong that Huanglong City can stand in this wilderness. The three city lords also have seals in their hands, so they can block the prying eyes of the three surrounding uncles.

I got the seal in my hand by accident, I used it twice in total, this is the third time, no... I didn't expect...

At this moment, Tie Panshan felt a remorse in his heart. He was too confident in holding the seal in his hand. Using the seal the first two times gave him a lot of luck.

The first time was when he was at the sixth level of the Divine Hidden Realm, he easily killed a ninth level of the Divine Hidden Realm, the patriarch of a powerful and superior tribe, and obtained sufficient resources.

The second time was when he was at the ninth level of the Shenzang Realm, and he killed a famous senior Shenzang who had been famous for many years. With the resources he obtained, he cultivated to the present state and established a large force in Huanglong City.

Therefore, with the seal of supernatural power, he is confident that if he does not encounter supernatural power gold, he will be invincible in the field of Shenzangjing.

How many supernatural powers are there in the entire northwest land?

How could he be so easy to meet.

Unexpectedly, this third time... fell.

What about this tripod?

As he spoke, the previous three-legged round tripod appeared in Xia Tuo's hand.

I found it together with Fayin. I am too stupid to be recognized by Yuanding, so I have always kept it by my side.

Ok.

Xia Tuo groaned softly, and Tie Panshan's eyes suddenly froze, and the pupils of his eyes showed panic. He wanted to make a sound, but he couldn't hear any sound anymore.

puff!

The sword energy pierced through the center of his eyebrows, shattering everything, and the bones fell to the ground. Xia Tuo waved his hands to collect the bones, and smoothed out the messy atmosphere in the stone hall.

It should be hurt.

With a thought in his mind, the aura on his body suddenly became ups and downs, a little obscure, seemingly endless and endless, making people unable to perceive where the real apex peak is.

The spirit overflowed, and he noticed that there was a peeping aura around him, so he didn't pay much attention, and closed his eyes again to rest his mind.

...

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was the day when the Bartering Conference began. For the past few days, Xia Tuo had been haunting various treasure workshops in Huanglong City, and received several spiritual objects, including healing medicines, all of which were no surprises. be noticed.

The barter conference was held in Huanglong Pavilion. There were not many people, and it was more like an exchange meeting. If you want to participate, you must have the strength of Shenzang Realm at least.

This is the threshold.

In the deep hall of Huanglong Pavilion, there is a world of heaven and earth inside. From the outside, it looks like a stone hall that is only ten feet in size, but inside it has expanded more than a hundred times. There is a Qingshui River winding around it, and along the bank of the river stands a There is a green bamboo pavilion surrounded by cloth curtains.

Xia Tuo took the Huanglong Order and easily entered it, and found a bamboo pavilion to sit down at random. Everything in the pavilion was ready, including blood wine, spiritual fruit, and wooden bed.

There are only more than a hundred bamboo pavilions, and warriors keep coming in, most of them have restrained aura very well, Xia Tuo looked out through the light gauze curtain, and a big gourd came into his eyes.

Coincidentally, acquaintance!

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes. At the beginning, Luoshui devoted all his strength to break through Kuilei and wiped out the entire Kuilei family. As the old gourd of the elder Kuilei Keqing, he thought he died in the Kuilei Mountain Range.

I haven't seen him for many years. The strength of the old gourd is ranked sixth in the realm of the gods. He looks old and late, carrying the big gourd on his back, squinting his eyes without looking around, and carefully walks into a bamboo pavilion.

Xia Tuo couldn't be fooled by this. He remembered that when he first met the old gourd, he looked like this. At that time, he was only at the first level of the Divine Hidden Realm, and now he is at the sixth level of the Divine Hidden Realm.

Withdrawing his eyes from the old gourd, Xia Tuo looked at the surrounding scenes. This scene inspired him. Up to now, Daxia has the confidence to organize a barter meeting. Let’s not talk about whether he will make money or not, the main thing is to play fame.

The reason why there are so many strong casual cultivators in Huanglong City is because the reputation and rules of Huanglong City have been spread over the years, and the strong casual cultivators are willing to come here in exchange for resources.

If Da Xia can organize a barter conference, he can take this opportunity to gather a wave of strong people for his own use.

...

In the deepest part of the hall, a black cloud of smoke undulates, standing three figures, the black cloud of smoke blocks eyes and spirit from peeping, but they can clearly see the scene outside.

The chief deacon with an old face was the leader, and Yunhe and the second deacon were separated from each other.

Big Deacon, most of the powerful people who came to the Bartering Club are old-fashioned, and there are only a few unfamiliar faces among them, but Iron Pan Mountain in the south of the city did not come.

Yunhe said softly.

Okay, let's not get into the identity of the guests who come here according to the old rules, as long as they don't cause disputes in my Yellow Dragon City.

The big deacon's cloudy eyes were full of stars, and he withdrew his eyes from the figures in the hall, turned his head to Yunhe and said: Yunhe, you will host this barter meeting.

Yes, I'll go down and get ready.

Yunhe bowed and saluted, then retreated.

Elder Deacon, the Nine Ling Bobu is still holding on to it, unwilling to let go of the Soul Crystal.

Second Deacon Yun Cen said aloud.

This time they came to the Barter Conference to want Zimi Gold. I speculate that there is something wrong with Jiuling's tribal totem.

Purple gold.

The head deacon muttered softly, this thing is even rarer and more precious than the soul crystal, the soul crystal is priceless anyway, Zimi gold is a legend, he has only heard its name and never seen it for so many years.

That's all.

The chief deacon shook his head lightly. He just wanted to give it a try to see if it was possible to make a difference on the Soul Crystal. Since it was impossible, he didn't care. The fastest updated Qiqi novel

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Old man Yunhe, Tim is the deacon of Huanglong Pavilion. Today's barter meeting will be hosted by the old man. Thank you for your support.

Following Yunhe's voice, the hall fell silent.

Everyone came from afar in order to exchange for spiritual things. Not much to say, the first spiritual thing, the Nine Spirit Grass, can only be bred in a place where nine kinds of Dao rhymes gather. , but extremely rare.

Following Yunhe's words, a halo of light cast over the hall, and a nine-colored spiritual grass hung down.

This Nine Spirit Grass has a thunderous aura, so it doesn't seem to come from the Nine Spirits.

That's right, the Nine Spirit Grass produced by the Nine Lingbo Department has no thunder rhythm. It seems that some predestined person found this treasure in the barrenness. It really is a good chance.

...

In the bamboo pavilion, Xia Tuo's eyes lit up. Nine Spirit Grass was one of the many spiritual things he needed. Huanglong Pavilion said it didn't exist before, but he didn't expect it to appear.

The Nine Spirit Grass contains nine kinds of Dao rhymes, which are extremely rare, with twenty thousand spirit crystals.

As Yunhe announced the price, a lot of people's eyes were immediately extinguished, it was too expensive, which was far above the category of ordinary low-grade spirit grass.

Facing the hustle and bustle around, Yunhe looked indifferent, looking like an old god, don't look at the high price, someone wants it.

Thirty thousand.

A moment later, the voice sounded, and Yunhe showed a satisfied smile, which made the wisher take the bait.

Thirty-five thousand spirit crystals.

Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo frowned slightly. Although the Nine Spirit Grass is precious, it is only worth around 15,000 spirit crystals, but since the price will naturally increase a lot in the barter conference, if he pays 30,000, it will be doubled. up.

His Spiritual Crystal was not brought by a strong wind, but was snatched by hard work, no matter how hard he spent, he couldn't help but treat the Spiritual Crystal as a treasure.

Forty thousand spirit crystals.

After pondering for a moment, Xia Tuo spoke again.

Forty-two thousand low-grade spirit crystals.

At this time, another voice came from another corner. Xia Tuo's eyes came to him. Although he was blocked by a curtain, he was not a fool, and he had sensed that something was wrong.

The Nine Spirit Grass was good, but it wasn't a must. He came up with a premium of 10,000 spirit crystals. As far as casual cultivators were concerned, if they didn't really need it, they wouldn't easily offend others.

If the first time was an accident, the second time would be a bit of a coincidence.

After thinking about this, his expression returned to indifference.

Forty-two thousand and one spirit crystals.

Suddenly, there was silence in the hall, and he looked in Xia Tuo's direction.

Yunhe understood at a glance that he couldn't increase it if he got it, but it's a pity that this Nine Spirit Grass earned more than 20,000 spirit crystals after excluding the cost.

Okay, the Nine Spirit Grass belongs to the Lord Mo Zhuting.

The barter meeting does not mean bartering on the spot, each warrior will get a brand for the item that is photographed, and the delivery will be made after the barter meeting is completed.

Then a palm-sized sign appeared in Xia Tuo's hand, and he casually put it aside, Yunhe's voice came in again.

Thousand-year ebony wood, five thousand spirit crystals.

Xia Tuo saw it, what a coincidence, this black sandalwood was also what he wanted, it was the spirit wood needed to build the alchemy hall.