Lin Shan took his belongings to the Artifact Refining Pavilion and asked how to recycle the magic weapon.

The shopkeeper took out a magnifying glass, which seemed to be a "detection instrument". He leaned on the counter and leaned over his presbyopic eyes and began to examine it carefully.

About a quarter of an hour later, the shopkeeper put away his family heirlooms. He looked at the two magic weapons in front of him and shook his head at Lin Shan:

"This low-level magic weapon, the Fine Iron Sword, has two chipped blades on the blade. It must have been damaged by external forces. It is barely priced at 5 spiritual stones."

"This insect breeding tower is quite complete, but because it was previously raised by flying ants, most of it was destroyed by internal gnawing, so it can only be priced at 7 spiritual stones."

After hearing this, Lin Shan couldn't help but frown: "Shopkeeper, if you take out these two magic weapons and use them now, their effects will be no different from normal low-level magic weapons. You are driving down the price too hard!"

The shopkeeper picked at his moustache and said, "Your two magic weapons only look fine, but in fact they are very seriously damaged and will be completely scrapped after just a few uses. The scrap metal price will then be high, so while you still have it now,

Be content if you can return to your roots!"

Lin Shan curled his lips. He didn't believe this at all. Others might have doubted it, but he, Lin Shan, was cheating! The enhanced panel didn't even mention the hidden dangers of these two magic weapons. You, a little shopkeeper, are just making nonsense!

When Lin Shan saw that he was talking nonsense, he took back the magic weapon and turned around to leave.

Crossing a street, we came to Baibao Pavilion.

Baibao Pavilion also accepted everything. Lin Shan took out two magic weapons again. It turned out that the appraiser here was more reliable, but the price they gave was not high, one was 8 spiritual stones, and the other was 10 fast spiritual stones.

Lin Shan thought about it and realized that the difference was beyond his expectation.

After all, the market price of the Fine Iron Magic Sword is 20 Spirit Stones, and the Insect Breeding Tower is 30 Spirit Stones. These two are obviously in good use now. It is better to set up a stall and sell them as second-hand magical weapons to see if they can be transferred.

So he took back the two magic weapons, took out the remains of the Soul Wooden Fish, and looked at the appraiser with burning eyes.

As soon as the appraiser behind the counter saw the soul wood fish, his eyes immediately straightened!

He secretly glanced at Lin Shan and found that he was staring at him intently.

I had to pretend to cough, and then pretended to take out a "needle"-shaped magic weapon to appraise it. It seems that every appraiser has a "eating guy", watching him twist the needle and keep drilling it.

Go, it looks very professional.

"Hmm... It seems to be the remains of some kind of wooden fish weapon. I'll give you two spiritual stones."

The appraiser pretended to look like you've made a lot of money.

Lin Shan sneered: "This is the remains of the high-level magic weapon Soul Wooden Fish. My elders personally fought with the envoys of the Black Lotus and gave it to me after destroying it!"

Lin Shan not only pointed out the origin of this soul wooden fish, but also vaguely warned the appraiser that he had a background.

After hearing this, the appraiser had a look of embarrassment on his face and wondered if you had told me the origin earlier? How hurtful is this!

At that moment, I had no choice but to quote again: "Well, the remains of a high-level magic weapon, but the damage is too serious, only half of it is left. You look at the edge, tsk tsk tsk... How about 20 spirit stones?"

Lin Shan said expressionlessly: "The material of this high-level magic weapon is three-hundred-year-old soul wood. Just the recycling of the third-level soul wood, the market price is no less than 100 spirit stones!"

The appraiser looked embarrassed again. If you knew the material, you should have told me earlier! How hurtful is this!

I had no choice but to quote again: "This soul wood doesn't weigh much, and it seems to have been struck by lightning, causing the spiritual pattern to be scattered... 40 spiritual stones!"

After a round of bargaining, the final price of 45 spirit stones was settled, and Lin Shan walked out of Baibao Pavilion tiredly.

These profiteers are nothing!

…

When we came to the stall area, the flow of people seemed to be good today.

Lin Shan chose a place and set up a stall by himself. He put the weapon refining experience and the low-level magic weapon sword together, priced at 30 spirit stones. The beast control experience and the small insect breeding tower were put together, and the price was 40 spirit stones.

After all, "Experiences of Refining Weapons" and "Experiences of Controlling Beasts" are two beginner textbooks in the Six Arts of Cultivation. They also sell for 20 spirit stones in the store, and the Fine Iron Sword and Insect Breeding Tower also cost 20 and 30 spirit stones respectively. Bundle them like this.

Sales are not a disadvantage for casual repairmen who want to buy second-hand goods.

When the weather gradually approached noon, monks came to set up stalls from both sides of Linshan.

By coincidence, the person on the left happened to be the talisman stall owner who sold his blood-burning talisman and invisibility talisman that day, and the right side was the magic stall owner who sold his hurricane spell. The two seemed to be good friends, and they just finished hanging out with each other.

When we came to the stall area, there wasn't a good spot, so we had to go to Linshan and make do with it.

Now these two "second generation fake immortals" who secretly came out to resell without telling the elders of the family, happened to be sandwiching him on the left and right.

"What a coincidence, I was there that day..." Lin Shan introduced himself.

The two of them suddenly realized it, and they didn't know whether they really remembered it or had forgotten it a long time ago, and then the three of them started talking to each other.

When the three of them were setting up a stall, they were bored, bragging to each other, and chatting about all kinds of things.

The talisman stall owner told the story of how he followed his family elders to the East China Sea and met the mermaid princess;

The magic stall owner told the story of how he followed his family elders to the Western Desert and happened upon an ancient Buddhist cave in the desert;

Lin Shan told the story of how he followed the sect's predecessors to southern Xinjiang to kill the envoys of the Black Lotus Sect, a powerful demon sect.

The three of them praised each other, and the more they talked, the more they became more and more speculative. They wanted to kill chickens and cows, swear on blood, and swore sworn vows in the street.

Until midway when they talked about the "Yichuan Auction", Lin Shan became silent and listened quietly to the two bragging.

Spell Stall Owner: "Speaking of it, the Yichuan Auction holds a small event every year and a big event every five years. This year happens to be a large-scale auction. Maybe there will be good things leaked..."

Talisman stall owner: "The final treasure of last year's small auction was the small magical talisman refined by the great grandfather of my clan - the Burning Sky Talisman!"

Magic stall owner: "Brother Taoist, the Murong family is indeed very powerful, and it is really enviable to have Jindan Zhenren in charge!"

Talisman stall owner: "No matter where you are, Brother Dao's family is not bad either!"

Spell stall owner: "I heard that there will be a Foundation Building Pill in the auction this year. Brother Tao, have you heard about it?"

Talisman stall owner: "This is already known to all the major cultivation families. It is said that ten Foundation Establishment Pills sold for a total of 50,000 spirit stones last time, which is almost as high as the price of magic weapon fragments!"

Spell stall owner: "Yes, in the world of immortality nowadays, there are fewer and fewer old spiritual flowers and spiritual grasses. The spiritual plant cultivation cycles of various sects and aristocratic families simply cannot match the frequency of use. The lack of middle- and low-level monks is worrying.

ah!"

Talisman stall owner: "Isn't that right..."

…

The two monks, who were only in the Qi-training period, began to discuss the world's major events in the world of immortality, giving advice and writing passionately.

Lin Shan listened in the middle with his ears pricked up and heard a lot of useful information. After all, he practiced all day long and had few local friends. He was blind to what was happening outside the window and had no way to get this information.

When he heard about the large-scale auction in Yichuan three days later, the minimum entry threshold required advanced Qi training. He quietly calculated it, and it seemed that it was still too late to make a breakthrough before then.

Especially when the two men mentioned in the following words that the auction is currently accepting consignments for auction, and the items sent for auction must at least be mid-level spiritual objects, my heart suddenly moved.

He actually has two mid-level items in his hand, one is the Cold Iron Sword and the other is the Purple Spirit Fruit Core.
Chapter completed!