The Strongest Tribe

"Gone?"

Xia Tuo grabbed at Tiepan Mountain's Divine Aperture Qi Hai again, but this time he grabbed nothing, and couldn't help but glance at him.

"Poor ghost."

Tie Panshan, who was so heavy that it could not breathe by the invisible air, was immediately flushed with his face, two ground soldiers, an unknown magic weapon, and a magic seal with magical powers, plus more than 50,000 spiritual crystals. Are you poor?

"Want to die or to live?"

Putting everything away, Xia Tuo looked at Tie Panshan and asked softly.

Suddenly Tie Panshan nodded his head fiercely, so I had to say more, of course, I wanted to live.

"Where did the magic seal come from?"

Facing Tiepan Mountain, he shook the blue water-like seal of his hand, Xia Tuo asked, this thing is an attack from the brand of a supernatural power realm strong, but it does not mean that a supernatural power realm power can be able to brand the magic seal. No such skill.

To imprint the magic seal of magical powers, you need a strong spiritual will. Only when the spiritual power is cultivated to a deep level in the only true soul realm, can it be possible to turn the imaginary into the real realm.

In other words, according to normal cultivation, the strong person who left this seal is at least a strong person in the supernatural power state, or even a strong person in the sacred state.

The aura on the Dharma Seal has already faded a lot. Obviously, it has been used many times, and the remaining power is estimated to be about the same as the first level of supernatural power, otherwise he really can't suppress it, it seems that he can use it two or three times.哽噺繓赽奇奇 Novels|w~w~

"It was found underground in Huanglong City."

Tie Panshan said hurriedly, he didn't want to die, as if he had grasped the straw.

"A former Hou Bu is buried under the ground of Huanglong City. It is because of the things that existed under Huanglong that Huanglong City can stand in this wilderness. The three city lords also have the seal in their hands, so they can block the prying eyes of the surrounding three uncles.

The seal in my hand was obtained by accident. I used it twice. This is the third time. I didn’t... unexpectedly..."

At this moment, there was a regret in Tie Panshan's heart. The Seal was too confident in his hand. Using the Seal the first two times gave him a lot of good luck.

The first time was when he was in the Sixth Layer of the Divine Hidden Realm, he easily killed a Ninth Layer of the Divine Hidden Realm, and he was the patriarch of a strong and superior tribe and obtained sufficient resources.

The second time was when he was used in the Ninth Layer of the Divine Tibetan Realm. He killed a well-known predecessor of the Divine Tibetan Consummation for many years. With the resources he obtained, he cultivated to the present state and made a large part of the power in Huanglong City.

Therefore, with the magic seal of magical powers, he conceited that he would not encounter magical powers, and would be invincible in the realm of the gods.

How many supernatural powers are there in the entire northwestern land?

How could he meet so easily.

Unexpectedly this third time... I was planted.

"Where is this tripod?"

With that, Xia Tuo's previous three-legged round tripod appeared in his hands.

"I found it with Fayin. I am dull and unable to be recognized by Yuanding, so I have always kept it by my side."

"Ok."

Xia Tuo let out a soft groan, Tie Panshan's eyes froze suddenly, and the pupils in his eyes showed horror. He wanted to make a sound, but he couldn't hear any more.

puff!

Sword energy penetrated his eyebrows, shattering everything, and the bones fell on the ground. Xia Tuo waved his bones away, and smoothed the messy aura in the stone hall.

"It should be a little hurt."

With a thought in his mind, the aura on his body suddenly became ups and downs, a little obscure, seeming to have an end and no end, making people unable to perceive where the real aura peak is.

The spirit spilled out, and he noticed that there was a peeping air around him, and he didn't care much, and closed his eyes again to calm his mind.

...

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was the day when the bartering conference began. Xia Tuo has been haunting the treasures of Huanglong City for several days, and he has received several spiritual relics, including healing potions, without any surprises. Be noticed.

The bartering conference is held in the Huanglong Pavilion. There are not many people. It is more like an exchange meeting. If you want to participate, you need the strength of the Divine Tibetan Realm. This is the threshold.

In the deep hall of Huanglong Pavilion, there is a universe of universe inside. The outside looks at a stone hall that is no more than ten feet in size, but the inside has expanded more than a hundred times. There is a Qingshui River winding around it, and there is a tower standing along the river bank. The green bamboo pavilion is surrounded by cloth curtains.

Xia Tuo entered it easily with Huanglong Ling, and randomly found a bamboo pavilion to sit in. Everything in the pavilion was ready, blood wine, spirit fruit, and wooden bed were all available.

There were no more than a hundred bamboo pavilions, and martial artists kept coming in, most of them had a good aura. Xia Tuo looked out through the light gauze curtain, and a big gourd caught his eye.

Coincidentally, acquaintance!

There was an accident in his eyes. At the beginning, Luo Shui tried his best to break through Kuilei and wiped out the Kuileiju clan. As the old gourd of the elder Kuilei Keqing, he thought he had died in the Kuilei Mountain Range.

I haven't seen it for many years. The strength of the old gourd ranks sixth in the Divine Hidden Realm. He looks old and twilight, carrying the big gourd on his back, squinting his eyes and not looking randomly, and carefully walks into a bamboo pavilion.

This can't deceive Xia Tuo. I remember that when he first saw Lao Hulu, he was like this. At that time, he was only in the first stage of the gods, but now he is the sixth stage of the gods.

Withdrawing his gaze from the old gourd, Xia Tuo looked at the surrounding scenes. This scene also inspired him. Nowadays, Da Xia has the confidence to organize a bartering conference. Let’s not say whether he will earn or not. The main thing is to play. Fame.

The reason why there are so many strong casual cultivators in Huanglongcheng is because the reputation and rules of Huanglongcheng have been defeated for many years, and strong casual cultivators are willing to come here in exchange for resources.

If Daxia can organize a bartering conference, it can take this opportunity to gather a wave of strong for its own use.

...

In the deepest part of the hall, a black cloud of smoke rises and falls, and three figures stand up. The black cloud of smoke cuts off the prying eyes and spirit, but they clearly see the outside scene.

The leader was the old deacon, and Yunhe and the second deacon were separated.

"The big deacon, most of the strong people who came to the bartering club were the same, with only a few new faces, but Tiepan Mountain in the south of the city did not come."

Yun He said softly.

"Well, we won't study the identity of the guests who come by the old rules, as long as we don't start a dispute in Huanglongcheng."

In the turbid eyes of the chief deacon, the stars evolve, taking back the gaze from the silhouettes in the hall, turning his head to Yun He and saying: "Yun He, you will host this bartering conference."

"Yes, I will go down and prepare now."

Yun He bowed and saluted, then stepped back.

"The big deacon, the Nine Spirits is still biting, unwilling to shoot the Soul Crystal."

The second deacon Yun Cen said aloud.

"This time they came to the bartering conference for purple gold. I guess the Nine Spirits are afraid that something is wrong with the tribal totem."

"Zimi gold."

The chief deacon whispered gently, this thing is even rarer and more precious than the Soul Crystal. The Soul Crystal is priceless at any rate. Zimijin is a legend. He has only heard of it for so many years.

"Fine."

The chief deacon shook his head slightly. He just wanted to give it a try to see if it was possible to make a difference on the Soul Crystal. Since it was impossible, he didn't care. The fastest updated novels https://

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"Old man Yunhe, Tim is the deacon of Huanglongge. Today's bargaining meeting is hosted by the old man. Thank you for your support."

As Yunhe's voice sounded, the hall fell silent.

"Everyone came from afar, in exchange for spiritual things. Not much to say. The first spiritual thing, Nine Spirit Grass, requires nine kinds of Taoist rhymes to be bred, although it is only inferior. , But extremely rare."

Following Yunhe's words, a halo fell from the top of the hall, and a nine-color spiritual grass fell down.

"This Nine Spirit Grass has a thunderous scent, and it doesn't seem to come from the Nine Spirit Boss."

"Yes, the Nine Spirit Grass produced by the Nine Spirits Department does not have the rhythm of thunder. It seems that someone who is predestined to find this treasure in the desert is a good opportunity."

...

In the bamboo pavilion, Xia Tuo's eyes lit up, and the Nine Spirit Grass was one of the many spiritual objects he needed. Previously, Huanglong Pavilion had said that there was no such thing, but unexpectedly it appeared.

"Nine Spirit Grass contains nine Taoist rhymes, which are extremely rare, with 20,000 spiritual crystals."

As Yunhe burst out the price, he immediately extinguished the enthusiasm of a lot of people. It was too expensive, which was far higher than the scope of ordinary lower-grade spirit grass.

Regarding the noise around him, Yun He looked indifferent and looked like an old god, don't look at the high price, someone wants it.

"Thirty thousand."

After a while, the voice rang ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yunhe smiled with satisfaction, which made the wisher take the bait.

"Thirty-five thousand spirit crystals."

Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo frowned slightly. Although the Nine Spirit Grass was precious, it was worth about 15,000 spiritual crystals, but since the natural price at the bartering conference would increase by a lot, he would double the price of 30,000. Up.

His spirit crystal was not brought by the strong wind, but was robbed with painstaking effort. No matter how hard it was, he couldn't help but use the spirit crystal as a treasure.

"Forty thousand spirit crystals."

After pondering for a moment, Xia Tuo said again.

"Forty-two thousand low-grade spirit crystals."

At this time, another voice came from another corner. As far as Xia Tuo's eyes came, although there was a curtain blocking him, he was not a fool, and he had already sensed something wrong.

Nine Spirit Grass is good, but it's not in a necessary situation. He comes up with a premium of 10,000 spiritual crystals. If it is not really needed for casual repair, it will not easily offend people.

If the first time was an accident, this second time would be a bit of a coincidence.

After understanding this, his expression returned to indifferent.

"Forty-two thousand and one spiritual crystal."

Suddenly, there was silence in the hall, looking in Xia Tuo's direction.

Yun He understood at a glance, he couldn't add it up if he got it, but it was a pity that this Nine Spirit Grass made more than 20,000 Lingjing after removing the cost.

"Okay, the Nine Spirit Grass belongs to the grown-up Mo Zhuting."

The bartering conference does not mean bartering objects on the spot. Every item taken by the warrior will get a brand. After the bartering conference is completed, delivery can be made.

Then Xia Tuo had an extra palm-sized sign in his hand and placed it aside at random, and Yunhe's voice came in again.

"Thousand-year ebony, five thousand spiritual crystals."

Xia Tuo saw that it was a coincidence. This ebony wood was also what he wanted. It was the spiritual wood needed to build the Pill Hall.