Chapter 511: Worth ten thousand Wujing

{} Chapter 511 Value Ten Thousand Wujing
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Purple pupil lights up, burns everything, stares directly at the piece of wool-like material, and suddenly, a special implication is present in purple pupil. {}
"That thing? Worth 800,000 Wujing?"
Feng Hao frowned.
800,000 Wu Jing, this is not a small number. You know, the last Ling Jing from the coke stone was only 300,000!
That is the material necessary for casting psychic treasures!
This shows that Feng Fengxuan's wool is more precious than Lingjing!
Thinking, Feng Hao's complexion became severe, turned his hands, took out a piece of Wu Jing, Ziyan in the eye pupil is more prosperous, and vowed to explore all nothingness.
"What the is that?"
Within the purple pupil, the light seemed to have come alive. It was very aura, like spirit iron, but not like it. It had a more dynamic meaning than spirit iron, which was strange.
However, Feng Hao still faintly felt that if there was nothing in it, it didn't seem very real, and it was a bit too virtual.
In this praise, Feng Feng went towards the small hill with excitement, his hands stretched out, and the pale white Wu Yuan appeared on his palm. With his precise control, each Wu Yuan was like a sharp blade. The stone layer on the wool was shaved.
"Oh! ..."
In the noisy scene, because of his actions, it slowly calmed down. The scene of hundreds of thousands of people made no sound, and the slight scratching sound rang through the audience.
Each pair of eyes is looking forward to looking at the piece of wool that is being cut. Everyone wants to see what it is.
"Oh! ..."
Feng Feng's movement was very slow, and his face looked with anticipation and tension.
He just caught the unusual connotation in the stone, and was not sure if he had that kind of strange treasure.
He is betting!
If he drives something out, his value will increase a few times, even if he does n’t, it is also a sign of his promotion to heaven!
Because, he caught the implication that the level-level pupil technique could not catch!
"Well? No, it seems ... what else is missing."
Although the wool was shrinking slowly, a master of heaven wondered, and seemed to see something that ordinary people could not see in his yellow eyes.
"Meaning ... doesn't seem to be solidified."
"It's too misty, dangerous ..."
Several masters shook their heads.
"Oh! ..."
Feng Feng's hands trembled a little, sweat was coming out of his forehead and palms, and his clothes clung to him because of the sweat, revealing a watermark.
His eyes stared at somewhere in the wool, a bite in his teeth, speeding up the stone cutting ...
For a moment, the inexplicable implication was that it overflowed from the woolen material, and reflected the faint black brilliance under the bright sun.
"It's a real treasure!"
Someone exclaimed.
"Yes, there is no such strong vision of Needling Iron! It must be a special treasure that surpasses Needling Iron!"
"Master Feng Feng is going to win again this time!"
"What is it to win the championship? Didn't you listen to Master Tian Feng, Master Feng Feng will be promoted to Heaven Master in 100 years at most!"
"Wow! ... In this way, we have another master of the sky in Langyao!"
The noise was ringing everywhere, but because of the shrinking of the wool, these noises soon went silent, with a pair of eyes filled with fiery, all paying attention to the piece of wool that was only the size of a washbasin.
"Ding!..."
With a crisp sound, a black awn spurted out, and instantly, the entire sky became gloomy.
However, Feng Feng's nervous face was sinking, his sweaty face looked a little pale, and the whole person was a little weak, leaving the original person who wanted to cheer up.
"Sure enough, it's just a superb piece of iron!"
The voice of a heavenly master puzzles everyone.
"Superb spirit iron?"
Everyone was stunned. Is it just a piece of superb iron that made such a big noise?
"It's really just the best iron!"
The purple awn flashed, and Feng Hao murmured, and there was a doubt in his eyes.
Before, he also thought that there would definitely be an extraordinary treasure in it, but for some reason, it turned out to be the best spiritual iron again?
"This superb spirit iron of water quality should be born in the underground dark river area. It has the aura of the dark river. Unfortunately, if it is kept in the underground for thousands of years, it will become obsidian."
"Yes, got the Dark River Aura, but it was dug out in advance, broken the root of the spirit, abandoned all the previous achievements, which is also the cause of good fortune!"
The words of several heavenly masters made everyone understand why.
Obsidian, which is one of the materials that can be used to cast psychic treasures, is extremely rare. It is more precious than Lingjing!
"So it is."
Looking at the spirit iron in his hand, Feng Feng smiled bitterly.
Although he caught the charm of the spirit inside, he still couldn't fully explore it.
This move confirmed that he can become a master of the sky, but he missed the championship.
However, he did not regret his decision.
Proving this is enough for him!
"Master Feng Feng has the best water iron."
Liu Ruxian's sweet voice passed through the audience like a spring breeze. She turned to her side and asked the old antiques next to her, "Elders, what do you think of the price of this iron?"
"Although this is only a superb spirit iron, it has given birth to a certain amount of aura. With Lingjing, it can definitely cast a quasi-spiritual. Therefore, the value is naturally much higher than ordinary superb spirit iron. I think, This piece of superb iron can be worth 10,000 marquises. "
The old antique on the left stroked the long beard on his chin and explained in detail.
"Ten thousand martial arts!"
No one feels too much, but thinks that the price should still increase, because this is the material that can absolutely cast the quasi-spiritual. As long as you add a hundreds of thousands of martial arts, you can cast a quasi-spiritual. Come on!
"I gave Wu Jing 12 thousand years ago, Master Feng Feng, sold it to me?"
Within the crowd, a man in a fancy dress came out, looking at the iron iron in Feng Feng's hands fiercely, adding 2,000 Wujing directly to the opening.
"No!"
Feng Feng smiled slightly, declined his kind intentions, and explained, "This spirit iron, I intend to collect!"
Such a special piece of superb spirit iron is indeed very collectable for him, because it proves that he can become a master of heaven.
The man did not reluctantly, smiled, and there was nothing to be displeased with.
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