The Empty Pill was finally delivered with 50,000 spirit stones.

In a stone pavilion.

The handsome young man in white, Shang Mingzhe was also full of shock.

Everyone in the world says that the poor merchants traveling in the desert seem to be a false saying.

In Shang Mingzhe's opinion, if this pill is only worth ten thousand spirit stones in Yongzhou, it may be worth 20,000 spirit stones in a barren land like Chizhou where there is no spiritual herb, but it was unexpected that it would be a five-fold premium.

"My fellow Taoists, the items that our Sha Gang auctioned on behalf of has been completed. Now is the theme of today's auction, the remains of the cave of the barbarian monk in the desert."

"Who is the barbarian monk from the desert? Wang will not repeat it. This barbarian monk's cave is actually just under my feet. Three years ago, we discovered the barbarian monk's cave here. At that time, the wind direction of the desert had changed, and the ancient city of Chisha was about to be buried again. I had no choice but to close the cave again and leave with regret..."

"Three years later, the desert sand rises again, the ancient city of Red Sha appears again, and the Blind Monk Cave can finally appear again..."

"During three years, we and thirteen people discussed the treasures left by the barbarian monk many times, and finally decided to distribute the goods in an anonymous auction..."

"My fellow Taoists, the treasures of barbarian monks are not a trivial matter. To put it bluntly, it's just a group of casual cultivators gathered together. How can they occupy such a valuable treasure..."

"But the scattered cultivator also has the benefits of scattered cultivators. They are silent and unnamed and will not attract attention. If they scatter into the sea of ​​people, even if they have great magical powers, they can only do anything to them..."

"Fellow Taoists, today we just need to buy treasures and leave quietly, hiding our name, lying on firewood and tasting gall, and practicing silently. When it reappears again, we are already a top-level strong man..." Wang Bohan said in a wise tone.

"My fellow Taoists, it's better to see it than to see it. I will open the treasures of the barbarian monks!" Wang Bohan said first with his fists.

"drink!"

With Wang Bohan's low shout.

The rich sandstorm gathered together with his palms, and Wang Bohan thrust hard towards the ground.

Bang!

He opened a large hole in the bluestone floor under his feet, and the sunlight shot through the hole. There was indeed a secret room under the ground.

In the secret room.

The furnishings are extremely simple.

There seems to be only three things...

A dead mansion wearing a hood cross-legged body, a large iron cone inserted into the soil, and a painting hanging on the wall.

Wang Bohan waved his hand and used the anti-objection technique in front of everyone. The soil on the ground trembled slightly, but the large iron cone embedded in the mud did not move at all.

As Wang Bohan continued to cast spells, the thick dust on the large iron cone began to fall off, a golden magic weapon appeared in front of everyone.

Magic treasure Vajra Demon-subduing Pestle.

Wang Bohan jumped into the pit, bent down and squatted, holding the handle of the vajra with both hands.

"drink!"

Wang Bohan shouted loudly, and his old face turned red.

The vajra was pulled out of the soft soil by Wang Bohan inch by inch.

After pulling it out.

With a clang.

Wang Bohan seemed to have exhausted his strength and threw the vajra to the ground.

The clanging sound of heavy objects crushing the ground is enough to make people calculate the heavy weight of this object.

It was only then that everyone saw the true face of this thing.

The head of the handle is a Buddha statue with glaring eyes on all sides, the handle is a glass Vajra, and the end is a black awl made of black iron as dark as ink.

The shape is ancient and clumsy, cruel and cruel, and it also has a unique mystery that is unique to the Buddhist kingdoms in the Western Regions.

Wang Bohan took out a stone box with a slap in the storage bag.

The stone box grows in the wind and quickly grows to half a person's height.

Wang Bohan spent the power of nine oxen and two tigers to put the vajra into the wind-type stone box, activate the formation on the stone box, and finally the extremely heavy vajra was able to easily carry it up.

"Friends of Taoism, this vajra is the natal magic weapon of the barbarian monk in the desert. The material for refining this vajra comes from the essence of hardware. The material is extremely precious. If a fellow Taoist who is good at refining weapons, you can buy this item. If you refine this item, you will surely create a shocking and top-notch magic weapon..."

"This vajra is extremely heavy and cannot be refined. It may be a bit inconvenient for you to carry it. During these three years, the master of weapon search and refining used the Desert Wind Rose Stone as a material to create this stone box specifically for storing this object. The cost of the stone box magic weapon alone is as high as three thousand spirit stones..."

"The natal magic weapon of the Desert Barbarian Monk, plus the stone box magic weapon that holds magic weapons, the minimum price is 5,000 spirit stones, start shooting now!" Wang Bohan said loudly.

However, what responded to him was a dead silence.

The natal magic weapon cannot be refined again, and can only be rebuilt. This is the iron law of the world of immortal cultivation.

Therefore, the natal magic weapon has never been worth a spirit stone, let alone such a heavy iron lump.

"My fellow Taoists, apart from the stone box magic weapon, the magic weapon of the Damo Barbarian Monk who has a late-stage cultivation in the Golden Elixir Realm is only sold for 2,000 spirit stones. Are you still not moved at this price?" Wang Bohan asked loudly.

No one has made a bid after seeing him.

Wang Bohan began to count down.

At this moment, a hoarse female voice started to ring.

"I want the five thousand spirit stones." Bai Yunting said deliberately pinching her throat.

"Five thousand one hundred spirit stones." Shang Mingzhe calmly spoke up for the price.

Bai Yunting looked up at Shiting where the sound came.

The magic weapon of the Desert Barbarian Monk is worthless to the casual cultivator. It is purely an iron lump, but it is of great value to the family. If it is handed over to the family's weapon refining hall, a few top-grade flying sword magic weapons can be refined.

Bai Yunting's eyes closed slightly.

There is no doubt that the one I competed with was a family monk.

Combined with the time when the bamboo curtains are hung.

Bai Yunting already had a rough guess, so she directly exposed a psychological price.

"Seven thousand."

"Seven thousand one hundred spirit stones." Shang Mingzhe calmly spoke up for the price.

Bai Yunting no longer follows the price. You can buy two or three top-grade flying swords with seven thousand spirit stones.

The first treasure of the monk from the Desert was finally delivered at a low price of 7,100 spirit stones.

Wang Bohan raised his hand.

A painting hanging on the wall in the pit flew into his hands.

"Fellow Taoists, please watch this painting." Wang Bohan used the art of controlling objects to display this painting, which was in the air and turned around in front of everyone's grottoes.

This is a half-destroyed painting...

The yellow sand is rolling in the painting, which seems to be the desert and yellow sand. However, the upper part of the painting is burned a little dark, and even a hole can be seen faintly. It is just that the canvas was not burned directly by the fire. No matter how you look at it, it is a worthless painting..."

"Friends of Taoism, this painting has been hung in the secret room for three hundred years, and this secret room is at the bottom of the step well. The air in the secret room is humid. An ordinary painting can never be hung for three hundred years. The materials of the canvas must be good..."

"I can guarantee that this painting is not a magic weapon, but the canvas made of good materials is not a magic weapon. We guess that this painting may be a magic weapon of extremely high level, but I don't know how to refine it..."

"The second item of the treasure of the barbarian monk is a mysterious scroll that may be a magic weapon. The price is 10,000 spirit stones. Start shooting now!" Wang Bohan said loudly.
Chapter completed!