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Chapter 935: Zhengyang sand auction begins

Chapter 935 Zhengyang Sand Auction Begins

"My friend, where is the origin of the Black Nightmare Willow? This is the first time I have heard of it."

Lu Xuan asked softly.

He couldn't help but sigh at how big the world was, and how full of wonders there were.

Even though he has cultivated countless spiritual plants and read a large number of spiritual plant books in Tianjian Sect and Hailou Chamber of Commerce, there are still some rare spiritual plants that have never been heard of.

"The Black Nightmare Willow is a sixth-grade spiritual plant. I got it in a small isolated realm when I was traveling."

"As the spiritual plant grows, it will slowly breed a special willow spirit in the body. When it matures, it will transform into a nightmare."

"The nightmare ghost is connected with the spirit planter who cultivated it. After refining it, the spirit planter has a certain probability to understand the nightmare magic, communicate with certain beings in a special space, or use it to Practice some left-handed magical powers and secret techniques.”

The young man said slowly.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for clearing up the confusion. I understand."

Lu Xuan looked calm and nodded.

"It looks like an evil spiritual plant."

"To put it mildly, it's a right path, but to put it poorly, it's a devil's path."

Lu Xuan, who has rich experience in planting evil spirit plants, secretly sighed in his heart.

"Friend Daoist, this Black Nightmare Willow is pretty good, but after all, it's just a seedling. It's quite different from my thousand-year-old tree."

"You know, this piece of ancient tree heart has a wide range of uses. It is of great benefit to the growth of wood-type monsters and spiritual beasts. It can also be refined into high-level puppet cores or wood-type magic weapons."

"Fellow Taoists should be aware of the differences."

Lu Xuan said lightly.

He saw at a glance the young man's desire for the heart of the thousand-year-old tree, and decided to kill him.

"What my fellow Taoist said makes sense."

"Let's see. In addition to this black nightmare willow seedling, I will add two hundred thousand low-grade spiritual stones. What do fellow Taoists think?"

"Okay! Lu enjoys dealing with such cheerful people like fellow Taoist most in his life."

Lu Xuan immediately nodded in agreement.

This thousand-year-old tree heart comes from the light group reward after the little tree girl grows up. He once again got a new batch of little tree girls from the Xuanji Tree Mother. After a while, it will not be a problem to open three to five ancient tree hearts. .

If you can exchange it for a sixth-grade rare spiritual plant seedling, plus 200,000 low-grade spiritual stones, there is no reason to disagree.

He did not hesitate and reached a deal with the big dog in front of him. The two of them got what they needed and were extremely satisfied.

In the next period of time, many monks came over to inquire about the treasures in Lu Xuan's stall.

It's a pity that he doesn't have the spiritual seeds that Lu Xuan wants.

In order to maximize the value of these treasures, Lu Xuan was not in a hurry to exchange them for other things.

About half a day later, a female cultivator in the middle stage of Dan Jie came to Lu Xuan's stall.

Perhaps she already understood Lu Xuan's needs before coming here, so she went straight to the point.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, I have a piece of fifth-grade spiritual soil Zhengyang Sand here. The quantity is not small. I want to exchange it for the fifth-grade sword talisman from fellow Taoist."

"Oh? Fellow Taoist, take it out for me to see?"

Lu Xuan asked curiously.

The female cultivator nodded slightly, and then a small pile of pure white spiritual sand appeared in front of her.

The spiritual sand exudes a faint white light and is extremely hot. There is a burning sensation on the skin even in the distance. When the spiritual sense penetrates, you can feel that there is a yang and strong aura contained in it.

"Zhengyang Sand, a fifth-grade special spiritual soil, contains the breath of the Supreme Sun, which is of great benefit to the growth of those Supreme Sun spiritual plants."

The female cultivator said slowly.

"How much Zhengyang sand do you have in your hands?"

Lu Xuan became somewhat interested. The spiritual plants he planted were all kinds of strange, and he would put them into the spiritual field whenever he saw them. Therefore, it was necessary to enrich the types of spiritual soil.

In order to avoid having to spend extra time and energy searching for spiritual soil and spiritual sand when you find the corresponding spiritual seed.

"It's about twenty pounds."

"Okay." "But Taoist friends should know that among treasures of the same level, the spiritual soil is much lower than the talisman, and the sword talisman is more powerful than all the talismans."

"Twenty pounds of Zhengyang sand in exchange for two fifth-grade sword talismans. What do fellow Taoists think?"

Lu Xuan nodded and said.

The female cultivator pondered for a moment, hesitated again and again, and finally agreed.

"make a deal."

Although Zhengyang Sand is a rare spiritual soil with powerful effects, it still has great limitations. The sword talisman in Lu Xuan's hand can save his life at a critical moment.

Although she could only exchange for two sword talismans, she was extremely satisfied.

She selected one Xuanyin sword talisman and one Zhensha sword talisman at Lu Xuan's stall, and then left with satisfaction.

"Little friend, how do you exchange this great Confucian scholar?"

Not long after the female nun left, an elegant scribe with a feather fan and silk scarf came to the stall.

"Reporting back to senior, all the treasures on the stall are only exchanged for high-level spiritual seeds, seedlings, spiritual beast fetal eggs, or seed coagulation methods, spiritual springs, spiritual soil, etc."

Lu Xuan felt the powerful aura in the scribe's body and said respectfully.

"I have a seventh-grade Bitao Spiritual Sword in my hand. How about trading it for you, my little friend?"

The scribe asked with a smile, and with a casual grab, a blue flying sword shot out from the void.

The rich spiritual energy on the sword turned into blue waves, surging endlessly, and the sound of waves could be faintly heard in the ears.

"Senior, please forgive me, this junior only needs spiritual seeds and other treasures at the moment."

Lu Xuan had rare seventh-grade treasures such as the Yin-Yang Yuan Magnetic Divine Needle and the Nanming Thunder Fire Mirror in his hands. He had no spare time to refine this ordinary seventh-grade flying sword, so he pretended to hesitate, and finally declined politely.

"The Great Confucian Palace is only of some use in the hands of Confucian and Taoist monks. This Bi Tao Spirit Sword is more than enough to replace it."

"My little friend can definitely use this seventh-grade flying sword afterwards to exchange for the spiritual seed of his choice from other fellow Taoists."

The scribe looked calm, but there was a hint of threat in his tone.

The Great Confucianism Palace in Lu Xuan's hands is too rare. It can only be formed after the Great Confucianism in the Nascent Soul Realm is enthroned. It is extremely valuable to Confucian and Taoist monks. Once you own it, give it to the descendants with the most outstanding talents in the clan. , then it is quite possible to grow to the level of a great Confucian.

He had always cultivated his moral character, but after seeing the Great Scholar Palace and Lu Xuan who seemed to be alone, he couldn't help but have other thoughts in his heart.

"Junior Brother Lu, why are you setting up a stall here alone? The auction will start soon."

"Junior brother, if you want any treasure, just ask Uncle Huanzhen for it."

The scribe was about to ask Lu Xuan for the Great Scholar Palace when suddenly, a gentle voice came into their ears.

Before he finished speaking, a handsome young man with a heavy sword shadow on his back came to the stall.

"Friend Daoist Mo."

The scribe bowed his hands and saluted.

"Oh, it turns out to be Fellow Daoist Chen of the Chen family in Daxia."

Mo Yuanfeng nodded towards the scribe, and then his eyes fell on Lu Xuan, with an obviously different kind of intimacy in his eyes.

He had a good impression of this young junior brother who had just joined the Sword Sect, and he really loved the sword, so he took special care of him.

"Senior Brother Mo, Junior Brother, I will go to the auction with you."

With a flick of Lu Xuan's inspiration, several treasures on the stall, including the Great Confucian Palace, flew into the storage bag.

Mo Yuanfeng nodded towards the scribe, and a sword light flew out from behind, wrapping Lu Xuan and disappearing instantly.

"Senior brother? Where did that monk come from, to actually call the true disciple of the Dongxuan Sword Sect his senior brother?"

The scribe stopped moving forward, feeling shocked and uncertain.

Although he is in the Nascent Soul realm, there is a huge difference among monks of the same level. Compared with Mo Yuanfeng, who is the true swordsman of the Sword Sect, his strength is far inferior.

As for the forces behind it, there is no need to compare.

One is one of the best swordsmen in the realm of heaven, and the other is a Confucian and Taoist family with a good reputation in the Great Xia Realm. There is a huge difference between the two.

Thinking of the huge gap like a chasm between the Dongxuan Sword Sect and his own family, his eyes suddenly became extremely clear and he flew in the opposite direction of the two of them.

(End of chapter)