The Strongest Tribe

Six hundred thousand spirit crystals!

The bartering conference has just begun, and the first spiritual object has directly reached a height that many warriors can't look up to, and everyone looks into the roof of the bidding.

Bai Jiuxiao looked startled in the Tiantai of Shen Zi.

The soul crystal is really important to the Nine Spirits Boss. Since the palm clan high priest disappeared, the nine main lines of the Nine Spirits Boss fought each other for the position of the palm clan, and internal friction consumed the clan. Too much background, and even caused damage to the totem.

In order to repair the totem spirits in the clan, the only two soul crystals in the clan have been consumed. It is precisely because of the appearance of the soul crystals in Daxia that he was ordered by the palm clan to come.

The Soul Crystal has exceeded its original value for the Jiuling Bo Bu, and it is related to the inheritance and development of the tribe.

"Seven hundred thousand spirit crystals."

After pondering for a moment, Bai Jiuxiao quoted the price again.

He looked at the Xinshan-branded roof below. The forces of the uncle were placed in the fifth stage. The fourth stage was a strong man in casual cultivation. Even a warrior at the peak of the gods, for his nine spirits It's nothing.

"One million inferior spirit crystals."

In the stone pavilion, the old **** Long Xiangsheng is always there. He has been instructed in advance. Don't be afraid of high bids. Anyway, he is here to make a show. Good things must not be spilled outside.

In a word, Bai Jiuxiao's face was pale, this was obviously not giving him the face of the Nine Spirit Boss. In fact, at this price, no other warriors and tribal elders made a sound. Although the Soul Crystal is good, it is far superior. In view of its actual value, of course the main problem is that it cannot afford it.

In the end, Bai Jiuxiao didn't speak any more. The one million spirit crystals had exceeded the sum of the spirit crystals he had brought. He squinted his eyes to look at the roof of the Xinshan font, his eyes gleaming brightly.

In the end, it was no surprise that the Soul Crystal was obtained by Long Xiangsheng under all eyes.

In response to this, the fat brother gave a chuckle, and then took out a fire-like earth soldier, ranked as a middle-ranked soldier, which is beneficial to warriors below the seventh level of the Divine Tibetan Realm.

"This gilded red dragon spear, made of red fire **** gold, is a middle-rank ground soldier."

Fat brother tapped his finger on the Chilong spear, and the dragon pattern on the spear suddenly bloomed, a fire dragon rose up into the sky, and the blazing flame was mixed with sharp edges.

"Good gun!"

"I gave out 13,000 spiritual crystals."

"18,000 yuan!"

"Twenty thousand low-grade spirit crystals."

"Twenty-eight thousand low-grade spirit crystals."

...

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

The gilded red dragon spear of the middle rank has caused a lot of warriors to fight, and many warriors of the gods in the sky, especially the casual cultivators, are vying to shoot.

In the end, the fire dragon gun was exchanged for fifty-five thousand spiritual crystals.

He then took out three lower-grade and middle-grade ground soldiers, as well as the formation of lower-grade ground soldiers, which attracted a lot of warriors to fight for them. Among them were some quasi ground soldiers suitable for the martial artists of the Heavenly Vessel. The quantity is quite large, there are dozens of pieces.

For such weapons, no one in the suspended rooftops competed, on the contrary, more than a thousand warriors below continued to compete.

...

"The ground-level high-grade Qinglian sword, made of quiet water and cold iron, is a high-grade earth soldier."

After finally taking out dozens of spiritual relics, Fatty once again took out a heavyweight treasure. This ground soldier came from the previous Luoshui Bo's ministry.

Decades ago, Kuilei wiped out Linghe, Luoshui wiped out Kuilei, Daxia wiped out Luoshui, so the things of the last three tribes fell into Daxia's hands.

The Qinglian sword is three feet long, and a blue light emerges, forming a nearly complete Taoist rhyme, and waves of water pervade mystery, and for a while, in everyone's eyes, it seems to evolve into a azure blue ocean.

As soon as this sword came out, a few of the strong men on the rooftops who were among the late gods and Tibetans showed interest.

...

The bartering conference is in full swing, and in the depths of the cave, Xia Tuo has already identified the selected candidates.

This time, there were more than 100 casual repairers who came to the Great Xia Bargaining Conference. He singled out fifteen of them. The most powerful was the warrior who was lurking in the Daxia Clan's territory, who was suspected of being the Seventh Layer of God.

The remaining fourteen warriors are all a little older, and most of their strengths are between the first level of the gods and the fifth level of the gods, and there is only one person in the sixth level of the gods.

As for why he didn’t choose the nine-layered cultivator of Shenzang, Daxia does not lack strong people at the peak of Shenzang, and secondly, the strong people at Shenzang’s peak are not easy to control. What he needs is to be able to take root in the Daxia clan. People, in this way can enhance the family heritage.

Strength can be lower, first and foremost.

It doesn't matter if you get older. The older you get, the more peaceful you are, so that you can tie your heels in one place, open your branches, and become a part of Daxia. If you are in the right age, there are further possibilities, how can you be willing to live in one place.

"Are these people?"

The news from the swordsman appeared on the psychic witch monument. He was a little surprised as to why Xia Tuo only selected so many people, and they were all very old. The discerning person saw the martial arts road almost to the end.

If you can't open up with these people, it's more than enough to defend the city.

"Yep."

The spirit of Xia Tuo was imprinted on the witch monument, and then the news passed towards Jian Lian.

"Daxia needs them to have a stable place and take root in all parts of the clan. As for the charge and the loose repairs are not reliable, we have to come by Daxia.

Older casual cultivators are easier to recruit. They have spent most of their lives, experienced various scenes, and looked down on too many things, so they think less about things that are not practical. "

Then Xia Tuo distributed the selected list of warriors to others, and prepared to contact them separately after the bartering conference, and take the opportunity to solicit, and he went to solicit the mysterious warrior hidden in the Daxia clan domain.

It is necessary to know that after the clan domain was brought under control, the many things that happened on this vast land were mostly reacted by the clan luck and Ziqi, which could conceal Ziyun's perception, and the Seventh Heaven of God Cang could not do it.

He didn't pay too much attention to the bartering conference. There was a fat man, and he arranged several support. As long as the information about the fake spirits that was deliberately spread was not leaked, the bartering conference would be successfully completed.

As for the warriors who came to participate in the bartering conference, they can only say that the price they pay is small if they can't get the spirits.

Although it was shameless to say that, all the warriors who came to barter were swayed by Daxia.

But Xia was shameless, as long as he could achieve his goal, the process was not important. Everyone worked hard to contribute to the construction of Daxia.

...

He planned the whole process of the bartering conference, so naturally he didn't care about the situation, put away the psychic witch monument, Xia Tuo quietly left the cave.

On the top platform of the Black Dragon Pavilion, the sky was stricken with wind, and the evil spirits had been sitting here, looking at the stone tower standing in the city.

"Where is the old man?"

Moxie pointed to the location of the southwest.

"In the food **** there, I haven't moved. I have eaten medicated food for a whole day."

Hearing that, Xia Tuo nodded, the mysterious black robe old man was the thorn in his eyes, and the more unclear he was, the most disturbing.

Then he ordered: "Continue to observe the affairs of the city."

After instructing the evil spirits, Xia Tuo stepped out and fell into the stone path, mixed into the crowd in the blink of an eye, and headed southwest of the city.

He is going to meet the old man in black robe again to see if he can make some words. After all, under the premise that the Holy Land of the Cave is ready to plunder the luck, it is definitely not a random event that there is a totem in his hand. .

Is the old man from Dongtian Holy Land?

Totem kind of breath can't be faked, something weird must have demons.

The 30-foot-high Shique's highest floor is transparent, and you can see the scene in the square stone road. The black robe old man is sitting there, eating medicated food.

"You came."

Spit out a bone, the old man's hoarse voice sounded.

In response, Xia Tuo stepped into the stone pavilion. The old man entered the city and did not participate in the bartering meeting. He could see that he was unwilling to give up, but he still wanted to plant a petrified totem.

Seeing that the old man and old **** is always there, it seems that he will come, he is a little sneer, Nima, you are pretending to be a **** on someone's land, and the host can't come out to chase the stranger.

"My Daxia is really destined?"

Xia Tuo walked to the opposite side of the old man and groaned softly.

"With the blessing of innate totems, it is naturally the destiny."

The old man's eyes were always muddy, as if he was a late old man.

"It seems that Daxia is not the real destiny."

"The totem is the destiny. You collect the totem seed and let it reappear in the world, proudly in the world. What is the destiny?"

"My Daxia Li clan is only a hundred years old, and I am proud of the border and the northwestern region, and the uncle who has passed on for thousands of years, do you think it is the destiny?"

Hearing that the old man shook slightly.

"Then you see if I am considered a destiny."

The old man still shook his head.

Xia Tuo chuckled, the old man's eyesight was not good, he couldn't see his origin, of course, he couldn't see his origin, otherwise he would not sleep well.

con man!

"Why are you laughing?"

Feeling Xia Tuo's disdain, this time the old man's expression finally ceased to be indifferent.

"Do you think the Giant Mu Bo has a destiny?"

Showing a touch of playfulness~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Xia Tuo said softly: "Do you think the Black Dragon Bo has a destiny?"

Unable to figure out the origin of the old man, he could only use one move to knock the mountain and shake the tiger, revealing some things he knew.

Sure enough, he saw the old man's expression change, but soon the brilliance in his eyes fell.

In the depths of the old man's muddy eyes, there were changing eyes, but they were hidden under the eyes, undetected by Xia Tuo.

Looking at Xia Tuo, the old man said softly: "Destiny belongs to the human race. If there is a human race, there is a destiny. If you are not a human race, there is no destiny."

"Is the giant wood uncle a human race?"

"Destiny, do you want to!"

Regarding Xia Tuo's question, the abrupt old man's eyes suddenly sharpened, and the surrounding void turned into a realm. Xia Tuo only felt a terrifying aura surrounding him.

ps came back late today and will be updated tomorrow.