Lord, Let Me Go

When you heard the master's drinking, you Qing Ying blinked and blinked. In her heart, the chief judge of the treasure house could be regarded as "a man with no illusions under his fame".

The pen that Ying yuan took out is made of rare "Yuanhua crystal" and is extremely pure. There is no other material mixed in it!

Although this pen is held by Ying yuan, it is about the size of an ordinary brush. But if someone injects enough pure and majestic aura into it, it can be as big as a mountain!

That is to say, when the pen was forged, the Yuanhua crystal used by the craftsmen was actually the size of a mountain peak.

According to the market price, a piece of Yuanhua stone the size of a nail is worth more than ten pieces of inferior immortal stone. Moreover, it often has price but no market - immortal stone can't be exchanged for Yuanhua stone!

In this way, it is to put aside the magic power of the pen itself, and only look at its raw materials, it is enough to let the pine master heart!

"Master! This pen is indeed made of Yuanhua crystal! "

Ying yuan didn't worry about pine master's ink treasure, so he handed it to him directly.

The old man took the crystal pen, and the original muddy and yellow eyes were shining with light. He carefully observed the details of this thing.

At this time, Xiuzhu came back here with tea and offered tea to Ying yuan and youqingying.

Ying yuan skimmed the tea foam with the tea cover, and then took a sip. Most of the time, he was not very satisfied with the tea. His eyebrows frowned slightly, but he didn't say much.

You Qingying pouts. Seeing that Ying yuan is not satisfied, he doesn't drink tea. Instead, he puts the tea cup on the mahogany tassel table and stares at the crystal pen in master Pine's hands.

After half an hour, Ying yuan has closed his eyes and realized the road for a long time. You Qing Ying's mind is flying in disorder. His eyes are wandering around. He doesn't know what he is thinking.

"Wonderful! How wonderful

Finally, the pine master put down the treasure in his hand, and his thin fingers knocked on the table. His eyes towards Ying yuan were full of exploration and curiosity.

"Dare you ask me, you got this from some medieval ruins?"

"Medieval ruins!"

After hearing this, Xiuzhu, who is standing on the side, can't help but exclaim and looks at Ying yuan with unbelievable eyes.

Medieval ruins!

For every knowledgeable Terran, we all know that the middle ages were the golden age when the Terrans dominated the whole world.

At that time, the human race was extremely prosperous, holding the ears of all nationalities, and all the spirits were bathed in the glory of the holy emperor. Any other race must follow the example of the human race.

At that time, the strong men of the human race were everywhere, and there were many sages and sages, which evolved a very rich and varied cultivation civilization, and also produced a variety of marvelous treasure utensils.

It can even be said that in today's human mind, the medieval era is a mythical age. Anything that can be related to the medieval times means mystery and toughness.

As the name suggests, the "middle ancient ruins" are the treasures left over by the people of the middle ages.

Such a place is often very dangerous, but also contains great opportunities.

If the whole body is made of Yuanhua crystal, and if it is really unearthed from a middle ancient relic, the pine master's evaluation of it will undoubtedly be higher.

The reason is nothing else. The reason is that the medieval times have been deified in the human mind. The treasures of the Middle Ages in today's era are like the things signed by the stars in the storybook, with a kind of halo that is sought after by people.

"What the master said is true."

Ying yuan nodded his head and agreed with master Pinki's words. Of course, he was not wrong. The things in the golden room were all from the middle ages. Naturally, this crystal pen is also a true medieval relic.

"If so!"

Master songmu was a little excited. He looked at Ying yuan in a daze and asked directly, "this distinguished guest, do you have any information about the medieval ruins that you intend to sell?"

"Well?"

You Qingying frowned and didn't know what the pine master meant.

"Don't worry, girl! Old man, I don't want to do anything else. I'm just interested in medieval relics! "

At the sight of her shadow and frown, master pinewood misunderstood her meaning and mistakenly thought that she had rashly put forward this kind of secret question, which made our princess happy.

After all, for ordinary people, the medieval ruins are a rare treasure, no one will take it out for free to share with others.

"If the two distinguished guests are willing to tell me about the middle ancient ruins, I would like to thank you with 100000 pieces of immortal stones!"

I'm a good boy!

Master pinewood is really rich and generous. Just a piece of news, he is willing to offer 100000 pieces of inferior immortal stones?

Ying yuan was stunned, and soon he reacted. The pine master's deadline was approaching. He needed some precious medicine to prolong his life or break through the existing state.However, as a master of pine wood, ordinary life prolonging elixir must have taken a lot. For him, the general elixir with the effect of increasing life-span has no effect on him for a long time.

As for breaking through the realm, er, the older you are, the more your qi and blood will weaken. Naturally, it will be more difficult to break through the realm.

At the age of pine master, if there is no big opportunity to break through the realm, it is not much easier than ordinary people.

Therefore, he can only hope to go to some secret places to search for treasure and hit the fairyland.

In this way, master pinewood is determined to get the news of the "medieval ruins" in Ying yuan's hands.

What's the matter of life? What can a mere 100000 pieces of inferior immortal stone count?

What's more, if the pine master enters the middle ancient ruins and finds some wonderful treasures there, his life path may change unpredictably.

In the face of such an opportunity, how can he not be moved?