Chapter 244: It's a treasure Xia likes everyone

Gu Jian, the kind Xia Tuo wanted, wanted very much, but he had no spirit crystals.
This purple-faced ghost is really a good person, harming himself and others, and is simply a good person rare in the wild land.
Cang!
In an instant, a ray of sword sounded, and the ancient sword that plunged into the ground flashed a ray of sword light, flew out, and swept towards Xia Tuo.
What a strong spirituality!
At this moment, Xia Tuo's eyes showed a sense of surprise. He was only controlling the weak Taoist rhyme of water, and the ancient sword was attracted.
Gu Jian moved, and for an instant, everyone's eyes looked at him.
There are people who are not afraid of death.
Starting with the ancient sword, the cold metal feeling is transmitted in the palm of the palm, the dragon pattern on the hilt has a sense of bumpy texture, and the ancient pattern on the sword shows rippling ups and downs.
"Humph!"
Seeing that the sword he bought was taken by others, the purple-faced ghost respected coldly. Although he didn't want it, he was taken away by a stranger when he didn't want to be taken away by a stranger. Doesn't it mean that he is timid and afraid of ancient swords? Fierce name.
The most important thing is that he also spent five hundred Lingjing.
Cang!
Xia Tuo didn't even pay attention, a piece of animal skin appeared in his hand and wrapped the ancient sword casually, just like this on his back.
Good luck this time, I picked up the ancient sword.
On the stone platform, the Grim Face Judge watched Xia Tuo pick up the ancient sword without any scruples, and then carried it on his shoulder, a mouthful of interest flashed in his eyes, and he looked at the purple-faced ghost sovereign who had just paid Lingjing with great interest.
It's a pity that I don't know what the Zimian Guizun is thinking, but he didn't do it.
As for the other wandering souls, night wandering gods, etc., naturally hiding behind and shivering, and the fight among the big brothers, they just watch the excitement.
"Okay, the second treasure, purple blood fruit."
Wow!
In an instant, the figures with black ghost masks in the entire venue became agitated one by one, staring at the jade box in the judge's hand.
The purple blood fruit is not a spiritual fruit that grows from a tree, but a blood crystal made by the hard work of a strong man in the hidden realm. Of course, the strong person in the hidden realm may be a human or a lord-level beast. .
By refining the purple blood fruit, you can get the life's hard work of the strong of the gods, and have the opportunity to open the gods. This is also the reason why the atmosphere of the martial arts of the surrounding Tianmai realm has become messy.
Six years ago, the witch seal appeared in the ghost mythical creature, and six years later, the martial art purple blood fruit appeared.
"A Thousand Spirit Crystals!"
"Three thousand spirit crystals!"
"Five thousand!"
...
All of a sudden, the voices in the field continued to flow, and the guys at the peak of the Heavenly Vein Realm opened their mouths to be thousands of spiritual crystals. Xia Tuo's eyes under the mask of grimace, constantly staring in the field, to see who grabs the most, consider After waiting for it to be over, do you incarnate into the road to robber the rich and help the poor yourself?
Purple Blood Fruit, he also wanted it, but it was an egg, without a spirit crystal.
"Fifteen thousand spirit crystals!"
Such a number of spirit crystals are no longer what ordinary casual cultivators can produce. Obviously, it is the middle and upper-class tribes that can compete.
"If I am promoted to the gods, I would like to spend a hundred years to drive the ghosts!"
For an instant, the entire field was shocked by the werewolf's fierceness. In order to be promoted to the Divine Hidden Realm, it was said that it was driven by a ghost, but in fact it ended up like a slave.
But compared to being promoted to the Divine Hidden Realm, what's the point of serving for the ghost for a hundred years?
"If I am promoted to the gods, I will be subordinate to the ghosts, driven by the ghost master."
In the next moment, another werewolf appeared and sold himself whole.
Seeing that Xia Tuo couldn't help nodding, it turned out that the wild land outside was wonderful, everyone was ruthless.
"I am also willing to be driven by the ghost master."
"The old man is also willing."
On the stone platform, the judge's eyes were shining brightly, and he looked down, and then the most energetic figure was lit from among many people, and the purple blood fruit flew out.
Even if it is a purple blood fruit, not every martial artist at the peak of the Heavenly Vein Realm will be promoted inevitably. The most vigorous and vigorous person is promoted.
The selected martial artist with a black grimace mask suddenly flashed in his eyes, a great opportunity.
kill!
Suddenly, at this moment, a voice sounded, and the black grimace warrior who had just been selected, his whole body shook suddenly, lowered his head and looked at the blood knife that appeared on his chest.
The fighting spirit burst out, shattering his internal organs, and he belched before he became a powerhouse of the gods.
puff!
The blood knife was pulled out, his body shook, and he fell to the ground, and then the back of the bargaining place was in chaos, the swords and swords were shadowed, and the fighting spirit was flying.
This is also the characteristic of ghosts, things can be exchanged, but in the end whether it can be in your hands, it is up to your fate, and you will go up, whoever is cruel is the elder brother, and whoever is not cruel is the younger brother.
puff! puff! puff!
A figure with a black grimace mask started the fight, and by the way, the figure with a white and red grimace mask that ran slowly also suffered.
In a short instant, the place of bartering was filled with a thick atmosphere, and the broken arms and limbs flew across.
This scene is really cruel.
Xia Tuo saw several ghosts wearing purple masks, as well as judges, ghost soldiers, etc., watching the fight with great interest.
What kind of ghost bartering convention is this.
After fighting for a stick of incense, there were more than 30 black-faced and ghost-faced figures, but in the end there were only five people left.
Among the ghosts, even if they were born mostly, they are not good enough, as long as they take things, they will kill you when they deserve to be killed.
The five figures are divided into two factions.
"Ming Crocodile, are you really going to be an enemy of my Fenghe Tribe!"
"Fenggu is what you are, I am bound to win the purple blood fruit."
Obviously, the remaining five figures all knew each other, and only acquaintances remained.
Xia Tuo found such a weird bartering meeting quite interesting.
Cang!
The next moment, the ancient sword tied behind his back burst out with a sword sound, and the swordsmanship was cut out by a thousand epee swords. The blue light ripples one after another, and the three layers swept out like waves, separating the two waves of people who are still fighting. open.
Don't grab it, he wants the purple blood fruit.
A purple-faced ghost sovereign suddenly shot, and the remaining warriors in the field were stunned.
This is shameless! ! !
Cang!
In an instant, the ancient sword in Xia Tuo's hand struck the void again, and suddenly the void burst ten feet in front of him. Jianguang cut off a black blade of light, and followed the thousand-epee sword unabated, wave after wave. Towards the purple-faced Ghost Zun who had previously shot the ancient sword.
boom! boom!
Immediately afterwards, the Purple-faced Ghost Venerable clapped his palms one after another, colliding with the sword light, and it took dozens of palms to smash the thirteen thousand epee swords.
"Yeah~."
A muffled hum followed from his mouth, the whole body's breath was violent, and the battle gas exploded, and it took several breaths to calm down.
Under a sword, he was traumatized.
Gu Jian remotely pointed out that the other four purple-faced ghosts in the field saw the purple-faced ghosts who had been hit by his sword before, all of them were silent and had no intention of making a move.
After that, he looked at the other people and put away the purple blood fruit, no one dared to say a word.
As for the cost of Purple Blood Fruit, the short-lived Heavenly Meridian Martial Artist had already paid for it, but unfortunately he did not even touch his hand, so he belched.
Take a moment of silence.
Seeing a Purple-faced Ghost Venerable took action and snatched the Purple Blood Fruit, the remaining five black-faced ghost-faced warriors directly put out their anger, which also grabbed a fart.
On the stone platform, seeing the scene calm down, the Grimace Judge said.
"The third treasure below, a keel of the Wind Thunder Jiao."
Immediately afterwards, a keel with a length of ten feet and a thin arm appeared in front of the crowd, and wind and thunder runes were evolved on the keel, and small dragons gathered with wind and thunder walked around.
Most of the dragons are of the water genus, and there are few dragons that can comprehend the rhyme of other heavens and earth.
The wind thunder dragon bone that appeared, exuded a strong sense of oppression, even the warriors of the gods in the Tibetan realm felt the oppression.
At this time, a purple-faced ghost sitting on the front stone chair changed his expression.
"It is rumored that two years ago, the chief elder of the uncle Huo Ling hunted and killed a lord's peak wind thunder dragon in the depths of the wild land, but was attacked by a mysterious person at the last minute and snatched the wind thunder dragon."
The words of the Purple-faced Ghost Sovereign made everyone understand that this wind thunder keel is a good thing, but it is a black one, and there is an uncle behind it.
"Things in the land of ghost mythical creatures have no source." The grimace judge groaned softly, the expression in his eyes remained unchanged, "who can be brought out of the ghost mythical creatures is whoses."
Obviously, this wind thunder dragon bone was prepared for the five purple-faced ghost masters present.
No, it should be four. Patriarch Xia didn't have any spirit crystals. He just wanted to see it, but he didn't have any money.
It's already pretty good to get an ancient sword and a purple blood fruit.
He had already settled his mind to pay attention to the fact that ghosts should come to this place often and use this place as his second small vault.
For a while, no one bids for the Fenglei Jiao's keel, which contains the two rhymes of Fenglei, which is very helpful for understanding the artistic conception of Fenglei.
However, there were only five experts in the Divine Hidden Realm. Except for the one who was waiting for someone to bid and was able to pick up the bargain, the remaining four didn't seem to have comprehended Feng Lei Dao Yun.
The rules of ghosts, no one bids, the things belong to the ghost market, whoever grabs them will find death.
As long as it is a treasure, Chief Xia likes it, but he can get the best, and he won't lose anything if he doesn't get it.
One breath~~~Two breaths~~~~Three breaths~~~Ten breaths~~~~
More than ten breaths of time passed, and there was still no one bidding~EbookFREE.me~ This made the judge's look a bit stagnant, this time it made a mistake, and the wind and thunder dragon bones were out of time.
"The old man got an unknown thing back then. The judge will see if he can get the Wind and Thunder Dragon Bones."
Finally, a purple-faced ghost in the front row shot, he threw an object at the judge's hand, the judge caught it, and then a ghost soldier took it and walked deep behind.
After Banzhuxiang, the ghost soldier came back and whispered to the judge.
expensive!
The next moment, the dragon bones suspended on the stone platform let out a dragon chant, the rune was concluded, and it turned into a tens of meters long shadow and roared, flying towards the purple-faced ghost statue below.
Compared to the fight for the purple blood fruit, the wind thunder dragon bone fell into the hands of this purple-faced ghost venerable, and the other people did not take a fight.
Hum!
The divine orifice opened, the dragon bone was taken into the divine orifice by the purple-faced ghost sovereign, and Longwei disappeared.
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