In the VIP room of the Xianmeng auction, the best fragrant tea wafted with a strong fragrance of tea, and in front of the white jade case, Zhuang Wenyuan leaned on a comfortable wooden chair with his back proud. He dared to say that this was the first time in his life that he had sat here in such a fashionable manner, and he had received the attention of the highest level cultivator of the Immortal Alliance's auction.

Looking at the few people sitting around the room at this time, Zhuang Wenyuan was secretly happy in his heart: Dumbfounded.

Sitting around were several well-known people in the Xianmeng Auction House, including the owner Cheng Yuan, Sun Cheng from the headquarters, Lin Yi, Wang Xing, Qi Xianghai, who had recovered from his injuries, and even Lin Hongjin stood aside with great respect.

These people stared at the few Qiankun bags on the white jade case, as if they had fallen into a sluggish state.

Zhuang Wenyuan had long expected that when they saw this, they would definitely have the same stunned eyes and incredulous expressions as they had a few days ago. Now it seems that I guessed accurately.

Cheng Yuan and the others looked at the few Qiankun bags lying quietly on the table in a daze, they had just checked, and there were actually more than 7,000 high-quality flying swords inside, which were more than a step better than the goods hoarded by their own auction house. That's not all, the most unbelievable thing for them is that so many flying swords are actually from the hands of the same person.

That's land dust.

"How is that possible?" Lin Yi's eyes widened, his gaze lingering on Sun Cheng's body, as if to verify whether what he saw was true.

In addition to the light and shadow of the flying sword, Cheng Yuan's eyes were flooded with the joy of his foresight: "Sure enough, he is a master of refining." ”

With a long sigh, Cheng Yuan let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair, and said to Sun Cheng inquiringly: "Elder Sun, looking at Dongzhou, the only one who can be compared to it is the Minshan monk of Xingchen Pavilion. ”

Minshan Dweller. A well-known refining master in the Dongzhou Continent, his cultivation has reached the middle stage of Jindan, and he is also the only refining master in the Dongzhou realm.

There is only one title of grandmaster, and the reason why the title of grandmaster falls on the head of the Minshan monk is precisely because he is the only refiner in the Dongzhou Continent who can easily refine a medium-grade magic weapon.

The medium-grade magic weapon, how precious, it is something that even the Jindan master covets. The strength of the Minshan monks is so strong that it seems to be the first in Dongzhou.

However, others know little about Minshan monks, but Sun Cheng is a close friend of Minshan monks. He knew that it would be quite difficult for even a Minshan monk to refine more than 7,000 flying swords in a year. What's more, more than nine of Lu Chen's more than 7,000 flying swords are made of pure tungsten gold, and the texture is still superior.

Facts have proved that Lu Chen is also an expert in refining, and his refining ability is not far from the Minshan monks.

"How old is he? Wang Xing looked at it for a long time before he gasped, and his face was still in a stunned and stiff state.

Cheng Yuan didn't speak, and Sun Cheng stared in contemplation. Qi Xianghai thought for a while and asked Zhuang Wenyuan: "Xiaoyou, I don't know what Lu Xiaoyou's intention is, does he want any treasure?"