Han’s Immortal Path

"One divides into three? What a pity."

Han Changming frowned and said, a few years ago, Qing Clam City rumored that True Monarch Xuanguang's Zuohua Dongfu contained Lingyan and Tongtian Lingbao. Later it was discovered that Xie Xiu had deliberately spread false news.

"It's really a pity. In addition to two ray of spiritual flames, there are many good things, such as Lingbao. Among them is a Lingbao-level alchemy furnace Suzaku Heavenly Furnace. With this alchemy furnace, the alchemist's alchemy rate will be improved. higher."

Lin Qing's voice was full of temptation.

"Suzaku Refining Heaven Furnace?"

An expression of interest appeared on Han Changming's face. He already has a high-grade alchemy furnace gold furnace. If you get enough Jinyan divine crystals, ask the master craftsman to repair it, and you can restore the rank of the low-grade spirit treasure.

In his early years, when he got the Suzaku furnace and Suzaku Pei, Han Changming always felt that Suzaku was not so simple, either Suzaku was not dead, or Suzaku was not made by Suzaku.

Suzaku Pei's space is not small, just collecting materials is a problem, let alone refining it, it is still in the open sea.

"Yes, this is a spiritual treasure refined by the Lord Bailian. This predecessor was active more than 20,000 years ago and was nowhere to be found. However, the treasures he refined are indeed very good, refined by the Lord Bailian throughout his life. There are countless treasures, and there are three treasures on the Star Territory's God Soldier List."

Lin Qing said with a look of admiration on her face.

Han Changming's knowledge has grown a lot. He has heard Ma Yan mention the Star Territory God Soldier List, and the treasure that can be on the list is at least the Tongtian Lingbao.

Han Changming nodded, asked a few questions, and Lin Qing answered truthfully.

After a while, a middle-aged deacon walked up, handed Lin Qing a cyan storage ring, and bowed back.

"Friend Daoist Han, what do you think of these elixir? Does it suit your liking."

Lin Qing handed the storage ring to Han Changming.

Han Changming shook his wrist lightly, and a cloud of sunlight passed by, and there were a lot of jade boxes and wooden boxes on the ground. He carefully checked and confirmed that there was no problem, he happily paid the spirit stone and left the Qiancao Tower.

An hour later, Han Changming returned to his residence.

Han Debiao and the three of them have not yet returned, and Han Changming walked into the basement, meditating and adjusting his breath.

One day passed quickly.

Han Debiao and the three of them had not yet returned. Han Changming contacted Ye Xin and Ye Xue, and learned that they were attending a gathering of high-ranking monks, so they did not bother.

"Uncle Wu, I can tell you a good news. I have got some fifth-order spirit wine, and only the top-grade Hua Xing Pill is left."

Han Changming contacted Han Debiao and told Han Debiao the good news.

"Okay, I see, thanks for your hard work, Changming."

Han Debiao said gratefully.

"You don't have to be polite, Uncle Wu, you don't have too much hope, the fifth-order spirit wine may not be able to invite the cultivator of the **** of transformation, I am afraid that we will have to rely on ourselves in the end."

Han Changming exhorted, he didn't hold much hope, let the cultivator of God transform to help deal with the fifth-order monsters? Obviously impossible.

This is like someone using Lingbao or Tier 4 medicines and asking Han Changming to deal with other Yuan Ying monks. Of course, Han Changming would not agree.

"I know, let's get the transformation pill first."

Han Debiao agreed.

Putting away the communication tray, Han Changming left the residence.

A quarter of an hour later, he appeared at the gate of Jinhai Tower.

Jinhai Tower was no different from yesterday. The lobby was full of seats, and many monks were drinking tea and chatting.

Han Changming came to the backyard and saw a simple blue wooden house. A tall and thin middle-aged man stood by the door, watching the mana fluctuations. He was a monk in the late stage of the formation of pill.

Han Changming took out a cyan storage bag and handed it to the middle-aged man. There were ten thousand spiritual stones in it, which was the entrance fee.

The organizer made a lot of money just for the entrance fee, but for the Nascent Soul cultivator, 10,000 spiritual stones were not a big deal.

"This is the Spirit Orb, which can cover the face of the senior, with some simple prohibitions, to prevent others from using secret techniques to probe."

As the middle-aged man explained, he took out a shiny blue bead and handed it to Han Changming.

Han Changming took the Lingzhu Orb, injected mana, a soft blue light flew out, covered the whole body, and walked in.

There is a stone ladder extending towards the ground in the house. The stone walls on both sides of the stone ladder are engraved with a large number of mysterious spiritual patterns, exuding a strong wave of restraint.

Han Changming strode in, walked through a long corridor, and came to a venue with a size of acres. In the center of the venue was a round stone platform half a foot high, and a blue wooden chair was placed on the stone platform. And a square wooden table.

Around the cyan stone platform, there are hundreds of cyan wooden chairs, most of which have already been made.

Most of the monks used Lingzhu Orbs to cover their faces, except for two.

One was a person from the Purple Calabash, and Han Changming did not expect to meet this person here, and the other was an old man with sunken eyes in a black robe, exuding an astonishing suffocation.

Daoist Purple Calabash didn't have the slightest fluctuation in mana, and the aura of the black robe old man was unfathomable.

Han Changming found an empty place and sat down.

As time passed a little bit, monks walked in one after another, without exception, they all covered their faces with Lingzhu Orbs.

After a cup of tea, the venue was full of monks.

Han Changming was secretly surprised that an underground auction gathered hundreds of Yuan Ying monks. From this point of view, it was ten thousand times stronger than that of the open sea.

The "dangdangdang" bell rang, and an old man with a short stature and a round face flew down on the round high platform.

The old man was wearing a cyan robe, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and an approachable appearance.

"Old man Yang Feng is responsible for presiding over this auction. Those with the highest price will get the bidding."

The old man in Qingpao gave a brief introduction. He took out a beautiful cyan brocade box and opened the brocade box. There were three flying knives with cyan light flashing in it.

"Qinggang knives, each is a top-grade magic weapon, the base price is one million spiritual stones, and each increase in price shall not be less than one hundred thousand."

Yang Feng's voice was not loud and spread throughout the venue.

The first auction item is a set of magic weapons, and the subsequent auction items will not be much worse.

"one million!"

"One hundred and one hundred thousand!"

"1.2 million!"

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The competition is fierce, and Han Changming is not very interested in top-grade magic weapons. If it is a Lingbao, he might open a bid for the ordinary magic weapons.

He looked at the Daoist Purple Calabash, and the Daoist Purple Calabash poured a sip of spirit wine into his mouth and hiccuped the wine. The black-robed old man closed his eyes and rested.

This set of Qinggang knives was finally sold at a high price of 4.5 million yuan, making a good start.

"The top grade flying magic weapon, the Qingjiaozhou, has a base price of one million spiritual stones, and each increase in price shall not be less than one hundred thousand."

Yang Feng held a gleaming mini flying boat in his hand, with a mini dragon head carved on the front of the boat.

The flying speed of the top grade flying magic weapon is faster, and there is a top grade flying magic weapon in hand, whether it is to escape or on the road, it is very convenient.

"One million~www.readwn.com~1.1 million!"

"1.2 million!"

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Pieces of auction items appeared at the venue, flying magic weapons, fourth-order formations, fourth-order pill, fourth-order set of talisman seals, etc., each of which was sold at a high price.

A quarter of an hour later, after taking five bottles of detoxification elixirs, Yang Feng said loudly: "Next is the time for the final auction item. Two rays of spiritual flames, after refining, will be of great help to alchemy or refining."

He flipped his palm and flashed red light, and two shiny red jade bottles appeared on his hands.

"Spirit Flame!"

There was a commotion among the monks present, and Han Changming's eyes fixed on the two red jade bottles in Yang Feng's hands, his eyes fiery.

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