Everyone's eyes were attracted by this spiritual warrior, and the fat blue exclaimed: "It's actually a holy weapon!"

A fiery look appeared in the eyes of other monks!

The sloppy Taoist nodded and said, "Fellow Daoist Lan is right. This is a Qing Spirit-Search Battle, and it is indeed a primary holy weapon and magic weapon, without any defects."

The primary holy weapon magic weapon is the top-level magic weapon for most early-stage cultivators in the Nascent Soul Realm. Some early-stage cultivators in the Nascent Soul Realm may not even have such a level of magic weapon, and can only use the best magic weapon.

Wang Lun saw it and could fully understand the hot reactions of everyone.

A monk focused his eyes on the spiritual warrior and asked, "Sloppy Taoist, I remember correctly. One of the strongest magic weapons of Lingzong now is a spiritual warrior. I wonder if your Qing Lingjian warrior has anything to do with Lingzong?"

It's too straightforward to ask, but the meaning of the expression is already very clear.

If this is something that comes out of the Ling Sect, they dare not take over it casually.

What's more, the sloppy Taoist has a characteristic, which is that he likes to "pay" large sects the most and "go" some things. The value of these things is usually not high. But who can guarantee that the sloppy Taoist has never "go" precious things?

When the sloppy Taoist was asked, he was not angry and smiled: "Please rest assured, this fellow Taoist, although this Qing Lingji Bud is a copy of the Lingzong, five years ago, the owner of this thing, an elder of the Lingzong, sold it to the Qizhen Pavilion General Pavilion for his own reasons, and I exchanged it directly from the Bao Pavilion."

After saying that, he calmly took out a jade slip from the storage bag. After activating the jade slip, a light curtain appeared in the air in front of him, which was a complete transaction document, and the special sign of Qizhen Pavilion was clearly visible.

Immediately afterwards, under the operation of the sloppy Taoist, the picture on the light curtain changed, and the transaction scene between the sloppy Taoist and the shopkeeper of the Qizhen Pavilion General Pavilion appeared. Only fragments were taken, but it was clearly seen that Qing Jianling Zhan was handed over from the hands of the shopkeeper to the hands of the sloppy Taoist.

With documents and pictures, people can already feel relieved. What's more, there are few Nascent Soul cultivators in the spiritual world who dare to forge the transaction documents of Qizhen Pavilion. You should know that Qizhen Pavilion ranks fourth in the spiritual world. Like Lingzong and Wanjianmen, there are also super strong people in the God Transformation Realm to take charge!

The monk who was asking questions bowed to the sloppy Taoist and smiled and said, "Don't blame the sloppy Taoist."

"It's okay, just prove that the Qing Lingjian Battle is reliable." The sloppy Taoist smiled and continued, "I want to exchange it for an inner elixir of the monster at the middle level of the Nascent Soul Realm, or ten drops of essence and blood from the monster at the late stage of the Nascent Soul Realm."

Wang Lun heard the sound of gasping, and a monk with a goat beard smiled bitterly and said, "The Taoist priest's exchange request is reasonable, but the inner elixir of this monster or the essence and blood of monsters is extremely rare. I guess no one here can take it out."

The sloppy Taoist was not disappointed and looked at everyone and said, "Does there be any intentional fellow Taoist?"

No one stood up.

Fatty Lan said bluntly: "It's better to entrust all the treasure pavilions to help pay attention."

The sloppy Taoist said nothing, he must have his own plans.

Seeing that no one expressed his opinion, the sloppy Taoist knew that the Qing Lingjiu could not be replaced, so he had to turn around and say, "Then let's talk about the other four magic weapons."

After a stick of incense.

Tonight's private trade fair is officially over.

Wang Lun sat near the door. After the sloppy Taoist was the first to walk out, Wang Lun also stood up and continued to walk to the first floor with his flamboyant steps.

Without going to talk to other monks, Wang Lun walked up

The streets of Black Lake quickly disappeared into the night.

Most of the other monks left alone, just like Wang Lun. The Blue Fatty was swaying, while the Forbidden Sword would stay and chat with the sloppy Taoist.

Wang Lun did not return to the inn on Chihu Street, but entered the small inn that he had stayed in this evening.

Along the way, Wang Lun carefully investigated and confirmed that no one was following him.

When Wang Lun arrived at his own room in the small inn, the first thing he did was to take out a cloth bag from the bottom of the bed.

There are several ban talismans on the cloth bag, and the flame boy is sealed inside.

Unlike the original one, at the beginning, the Flame Boy was bound in the Silver Winged Divine Armor, and then the Silver Winged Divine Armor was packed in a cloth bag. Now, the Silver Winged Divine Armor was worn on his body, and the Flame Boy was directly packed in the cloth bag.

Although the Flame Boy was knocked unconscious by himself and lost all her consciousness, Wang Lun did not think it would be safe. So after coming to Kuihu, he bought several new ban talismans. The purpose was to enhance the "breath isolation" and to bind the Flame Boy.

I need to attend a private trade fair tonight, so Wang Lun naturally would not take a cloth bag to go there, and could only leave the flame boy in this small and simple inn.

The Flame Boy has not woken up yet, and the banned talismans have indeed played a role, so there is no problem, and Wang Lun breathed a sigh of relief.

Because the Silver Winged Divine Armor needs to be used to defend itself, sometimes it is also necessary to use it. It is unrealistic to trap the flame boy with the Silver Winged Divine Armor for a long time. This method of knocking out and adding banned talismans is indeed useful.

Like the last time, he fought with the Forbidden Sword General, and at the last moment he had to use the Silver Winged Divine Armor. He instantly used his magic power to stun the trapped Flame Boy, and then used the Silver Winged Divine Armor himself, and the Flame Boy was put in a cloth bag.

It was also since that time that the flame boy was in a state of being stunned most of the time.

"Most of the people from the Fire Yang Sect will not give up. They have devices that specifically track the fire spirits of the Nascent Soul. The Fire Boy is not suitable for keeping it in your hands for a long time, so you have to refine it quickly."

Last time he saved Zhao Qing of the Huoyang Sect's life and asked him to go back and warn the senior management of the Huoyang Sect not to track down the Nascent Soul Fire Spirit, but he knew that there were more than one Nascent Soul cultivator in the Huoyang Sect, so he should not stop there.

In particular, they should also come to Kuihu to participate in the Chouzhou Trading Conference. Even at tonight's private trade fair, a Nascent Soul monk from the Fire Yang Sect may attend!

He planned to attend the trade conference and find a suitable place to refine the Nascent Soul Fire Spirit, and try to refine the second Nascent Soul. But now, this idea has not changed.

Although most of the people from the Fire Yang Sect came to Kuihu, he upgraded the ban level, and it was much more difficult for the other party to track the Nascent Soul Fire Spirit body than before.

Of course, he would never stay in Kuihu for a long time.

Whoosh. The silver-winged divine armor fell off his body.

Wang Lun controlled the silver-winged divine armor to enter the cloth bag, tied up the flame boy inside, and then issued magic power again to make the flame boy continue to faint.

After doing this, Wang Lun took off his floating mask and took off his black clothes.

At this time, the private trade fair has not yet passed, and the effect of the Blood-Breaking Evil Pill is still there, but he doesn't need it anymore. So Wang Lun destroyed the clothes and the mask.

After waiting for almost half an hour, Wang Lun checked out and left the small inn, and then came to the inn where he lived on Chihu Street.

Wang Lun just stepped on the steps outside the inn gate, and a figure happened to come out from inside and meet him.

Tang, who looks like a sick scholar

Fourth, he was still holding the folding fan with a white fan and a black skeleton in his hand.

When he saw himself, Tang Si smiled on his pale face and asked enthusiastically: "Do you Fellow Daoist Wang just came back?"

Wang Lun nodded and said, "Yes."

"I went to tonight's private trade fair. Where is Fellow Daoist Wang? Have you ever been there to join in the fun?" Tang Si asked with great interest.

Wang Lun shook his head without thinking and said, "I didn't go, mainly because I don't have anything that I particularly need."

"No wonder I watched it all over the trade fair and didn't find a monk who looked like Fellow Daoist Wang," Tang Si said with a smile, "It doesn't matter if I don't go this time, there are opportunities later."

Wang Lun nodded. The other party did participate in the trade fair, but no one in his memory could match Tang Si. Obviously, the other party also carefully disguised it.

Since I pretended not to attend, I naturally didn't need to ask about the trade fair. Just as I was about to leave, Tang Si said first: "Fellow Daoist Wang, if you have time, I will chat. I have something to deal with, so I will leave first."

"Okay." Wang Lun nodded.

Tang Si began to walk down the steps, his steps were slow, and he was in a weak and ill-fated manner. He was really like a weak and pathological scholar.

Wang Lun turned his head and watched Tang Si walk several steps. He was about to withdraw his gaze when he suddenly saw something strange on the other person's shoes.

Tang Si's feet are smaller than those of men of the same height, but this is not a problem. What Wang Lun saw was that when Tang Si raised his foot down the steps, the heel of the sole and upper of the right shoe were stained with a thin red silk thread on his hair.

The silk thread is very short, only three or four centimeters long.

But this thread is obviously from a woman's clothes!

"Can it be that person?" Wang Lun quickly withdrew his gaze after just a glance, walked into the inn, and said in his heart.

At tonight's private fair, he observed the body characteristics of all participants more than once by looking at the arrangement of the room, including their hairstyles, outfits, etc., and had a deep impression of each person's external characteristics.

And there happened to be such a person, the decorations on the sleeves were woven from red silk thread of about the same length...

Wang Lun returned to his room calmly, and thought it was too absurd for his guess just now.

But sometimes, absurd things happen in the real world.

Wang Lun wrote down this incident and remembered Tang Si.

After setting up a ban around the room, Wang Lun began to plan the arrangements for the next few days.

Private trade fairs should not be suitable for going to go again, and you have no choice but to exchange interest with others.

There is no need to go to the open-air trading stall anymore, and it is not his turn to pick up a bargain, such as the rare refining substance of the savage iron.

I can only go to a special house wrapped in various colors of light, face to face, discuss transactions with the monks inside one-on-one.

There is no special situation. In the next few days, I should be participating in the trading conference in this way.

The auction conference is held from time to time, so you need to pay attention to this.

"The sloppy Taoist may have the Impact Iron, but he does not need spirit stones. Items that can make him tempted. I am afraid that the items that can exchange for the Impact Iron must be the inner elixir of the middle-stage monster in the Nascent Soul stage, or the ten drops of the blood of the demon beast in the late stage of the Nascent Soul stage."
Chapter completed!