After a while, the female cultivator led a gray-haired Qi cultivator back and introduced to Xiao Ziyang, "This is the appraiser of Lingxiao Pavilion who is responsible for purchasing magic weapons, Master Zheng. ”

After the introduction, she turned back to Master Zheng and said, "This senior has purchased three million medium-grade spirit stone magic weapons in this store, and he is a distinguished guest. After a while, you will quote according to the selling price of our store, which is considered to be our sales for your customers. ”

Xiao Ziyang hurriedly thanked him when he heard this: "Thank you so much, your store really deserves to be the leading famous store in the Lingxi countries." This pride is really admirable. ”

This time, Xiao Ziyang will come out in the blood-colored wasteland, and get the four best magic weapons from the grassland monk. The four best magic weapons obtained from Wang Biling were all brought with him. He took out all the eight magic weapons except for the Worry-Free Divine Armor and placed them on the table.

The old man only looked at the seven magic weapons for a while, and then gave the price.

The price he gave could be said to be far higher than Xiao Ziyang's psychological expectations, which made him very satisfied. But there was one thing that made him strange. The four magic weapons obtained from the grassland monk were no better than Wang Biling's three magic weapons. But the price is a lot higher.

Xiao Ziyang asked strangely.

The old man explained: "These four magic weapons obviously carry the refining techniques of the Great Immortal Cultivation Sect behind the Great Prairie, the Great Snow Mountain Sect. As a super sect no less than the ten major demon sects of the Central Plains, the Great Snow Mountain Sect's refining techniques are very worthy of our reference, so the price I give is thirty percent higher than the actual price of these magic weapons. ”

In the end, these seven magic artifacts sold a total of 1.07 million medium-grade spirit stones. Xiao Ziyang was greatly satisfied.

Xiao Ziyang, who had gained a lot, was satisfied with the VIP token presented by Lingxiao Pavilion and left Xiaobai Yujing.

Among the four magic weapons purchased this time, what Xiao Ziyang was looking forward to the most was actually the Shadowless Flying Sword. For others, this magic weapon is a chicken rib that can only be used to escape. But for Xiao Ziyang, who devoured the soul of Cang Soul Zi and whose divine thoughts were as powerful as those of a mid-stage Jindan monk, it was a rare weapon for self-defense.

Xiao Ziyang drove the "Tibetan Wind" of the spirit boat that had just arrived, and did not urge it with all his might.

He held the "Shadowless" flying sword in his hand and played with it carefully.

This pair of flying swords was above Xiao Ziyang's palm, like a pair of dragonflies, frolicking and flying, frolicking left and right. Sometimes he staggered by, and sometimes Huo Huo rolled out of the sword light, which was so agile that he couldn't control it at all.

Xiao Ziyang stood straight on the Tibetan wind boat, looking at the pair of naughty elves. A sneering smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Since you want to die, then use your body to test this shadowless sharpness. ”

From the moment he left Lingxiao Pavilion, Xiao Ziyang found that someone had been following him. That person thought that his stealth technique was superb, and he knew that in Xiao Ziyang's Purple Yuan God, he was as ridiculous as that one-leaf obscuring man.

That person was the foundation building monk who staggered past him in the Lingxiao Pavilion, wearing a hat on his head. This person sneakily followed behind him, and Xiao Ziyang didn't know what he wanted.

Xiao Ziyang originally planned to get rid of him with an invisible escape method after leaving the city. But he suddenly remembered what happened to Kowloon City back then, and he couldn't help but be angry from his heart, and evil was born to the side of his guts.

The man hung far behind Xiao Ziyang, and Xiao Ziyang also pretended to be unaware, absentmindedly playing with the magic weapon that had just arrived. Get rid of a rookie who doesn't know the dangers of the world.

Since that person knew that Xiao Ziyang had just obtained a lot of powerful magic weapons, he would definitely not come alone, and there must be a helper to follow.

Xiao Ziyang's dark central god had already locked on a spirit sword in the dantian, just waiting for that person's helper to come, if the other party had many people or masters, it was difficult for him to resist, so he activated the sword escape technique and fled, otherwise, he killed this group of robbers on the spot with the power of thunder.

Thinking of the fruitful harvest in Zhang Hexuan and others back then, he also had a trace of greed in his heart.

Although Xiao Ziyang did not urge the spirit boat with all his strength, the speed of the best flying magic weapon was indeed not to be underestimated. After only half a cup of tea, the two of them had already left Xiaobai Yujing for hundreds of miles one after the other, and came to a deserted mountain.

At this time, a brilliant light chased from the rear at a speed that was about twice that of the Tibetan Wind Spirit Boat, and it crossed Xiao Ziyang in a moment. After a pause, a ten-zhang long and three-zhang tall building boat suddenly appeared horizontally in front of Xiao Ziyang, blocking his way.

Then, five rays of light shot out from the building boat and pressed towards Xiao Ziyang. fell behind the last person and took the building boat with his hand.

Xiao Ziyang paused, and the spirit boat hovered in the air.

Behind Xiao Ziyang, the stealth monk who had been following him also showed his figure, blocking Xiao Ziyang's retreat from behind.

There were five people in front, four of whom were about one point left, and they went around to both sides of Xiao Ziyang, and the owner of the boat who fell behind stopped in front of Xiao Ziyang.

Xiao Ziyang's mind swept away, and he knew that the six people of Lu Dao were all cultivators above the foundation condensation yuan. The monk on the front is already the peak of Wangdan's cultivation. This person is neither tall nor short, not handsome or ugly, and looks like he can no longer be found in the crowd, but if you look closely, his eyes are surprisingly bright, and he keeps flashing with a cunning light.

The ordinary-looking monk looked at Xiao Ziyang standing upright on top of the spirit boat, his face calm, and even with a vague smile. It was as if the people who were surrounded were his own people, which made his heart sink slightly.

He hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Leave the storage bag, spare your life!"

Xiao Ziyang sneered, and also spoke: "Leave the storage bag and spare your lives!"

When the six of them heard this, except for the ordinary-looking monk with a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face, the other five were all furious.

On Xiao Ziyang's left, a tall monk with a meaty face said angrily: "What nonsense to talk to him, kill him!"

Xiao Ziyang turned sideways and glanced at the tall monk with a sneer, and waved his hand dragging the "Shadowless" double sword towards the man.

The man only felt that as soon as there was a flower in front of him, a black light came to his face.

These six people are all from scattered cultivation backgrounds, and they have been doing this business for decades in the vicinity of Xiaobai Yujing. They can kill people and seize treasures under the nose of Lingxiao Palace, and they have not capsized once for decades, relying on the word caution. While these six people were approaching Xiao Ziyang just now, they were already fully prepared, all of them were covered by magic shields, defensive magic weapons were floating in front of them, and flying swords shook slightly above their heads, ready to pounce.

Although Xiao Ziyang's Shadowless Twin Swords were extremely fast, although the tall monk was caught off guard, a golden square shield that had already been blocked in front of him was already blocked by the slight movement of his thoughts, and he raised his feet towards the Shadowless Twin Swords.

Before the monk could breathe a sigh of relief, the black light suddenly split in two, bypassing his shield like a swimming fish, and slamming into his talisman shield. The huge impact force caused the magic shield to be deformed in an instant. He was in the hood, and under the huge shock, he only felt that all his internal organs seemed to be displaced. For a while, not to mention casting spells to deal with it, it was impossible to recall the shield outside of Zhang Xu to protect the body.

The two shadowless flying swords, under the rebound of the magic cover, retreated slightly, and then pounced again in an instant, dancing out of a dark cloud of light and shadow, in the blink of an eye, or peck, or wipe, or hook, it has hit the crumbling talisman cover dozens of times. With a soft bang, the magic shield broke in response, and the man was instantly shattered into pieces by two flying swords.

From Xiao Ziyang waving his hand to release the Shadowless Flying Sword, to the time this person was killed, it was only two breaths.