Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat. It seemed that someone had taken action after all. I just didn't know whether he regarded this black stone as a blood-clotting stone marrow, or whether he knew that it was a blood-tax stone marrow.

The answer quickly surfaced.

"A low-level magic weapon, plus a thousand spirit stones." Another voice said immediately.

"A low-level magic weapon, plus five thousand spirit stones." The third voice was almost hesitant.

The monk was already desperate, but unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, no one paid attention to it, and the thing that could not be taken off his hands turned into a treasure. The surprise in his heart was conceivable.

"A low-level magic weapon, plus ten thousand spirit stones." The fourth voice followed.

These four voices came from the upstairs of the private room.

"A mid-level magic weapon!"

The second voice was quoted. He immediately raised the price a lot, and a silence appeared on the scene.

"A mid-level magic weapon? Although this blood clot marrow is a little larger, it is not worth it to say an intermediate magic weapon." The first voice muttered, without deliberately concealing his voice. All the high-level monks present could hear it clearly and knew that this existence was about to give up.

"A mid-level magic weapon, plus ten thousand spirit stones!"

"A mid-level magic weapon, plus 100,000 spirit stones!"

“…”

"A high-level magic weapon, plus ten million spirit stones!"

The remaining three people quoted prices one after another, and the prices rose steadily.

For a moment, waves of buzzing and low-pitched discussions began to appear in the venue.

"How could a piece of blood clot marrow push the price so high?"

"As the fellow Taoist said just now, although this blood-clotting stone marrow is a little larger, it can be worth at most a low-level magic weapon and some spirit stones. Unless people who need it particularly, it will be a big deal to exchange for a mid-level magic weapon. However, these fellow Taoists are willing to pay a big price, and I'm afraid things are not that simple."

"Can this thing be said to be not blood-clotting marrow?"

"Hiss——Saying this, it seems that this is really the case. Friends, please check it out again. Look at how pure the bloodshot in the middle is, and the veins are regular. It is not what the blood clathrate should have. Could it be that this is the blood thorn marrow?"

"Yes! It must be blood thorn stone marrow!"

Wow—

The whole venue became lively.

There will naturally be no ordinary people who can enter this prefecture-level exchange meeting, and they are all like human spirits. At this time, everyone naturally guessed that this black stone might have such a great value. Otherwise, it would not have attracted the competition among the "big figures" in the private room upstairs.

Zhang Yang knew that although the three people who quoted the price just now also saw that the bloody thorn stone marrow is good, they are not real buyers. The real buyer is still behind.

Sure enough, when things have developed to this point, the value of this black stone has almost become public. Even if there are some people who cannot distinguish between real and fake, everyone will snatch it like this, and they will feel that there will be no fake.

At this time, the person who was most happy was naturally the guy holding the blood-taxed stone marrow. From hoping for a low-level magic weapon plus some spirit stones to failure and no one was interested in it, the black stone in his hand suddenly became a hot commodity again...

The ups and downs made his heart almost jump out.

The monk also saw that the monk was definitely a treasure in his hand, and the ten-thin ** is the blood thorn stone marrow. Since he got this treasure, he has also done some identification and checked a lot of information, but he thought it was a blood thorn stone marrow of good quality. However, there are so many big people now fighting for it. Its identity is self-evident.

The monk was extremely grateful. Fortunately, this was at the Guiyun Trading Company's ground-level exchange meeting. Otherwise, if he was trading under SI, he might have taken this treasure as a blood clot.

"A top-level magic weapon, plus 100 million spirit stones."

At this time, a sudden voice opened, raising the price to an almost unimaginable level.

Top-level magic weapon!

The monks around were all looking enviously, and some even stared at the monk holding the blood-taxed stone marrow, with no concealment in their eyes.

The latter was also a clever one. He woke up from the excitement just now and began to realize his situation.

After all, he is just an ordinary Jindan primary cultivator, and he is also a casual cultivator. If he gets a low-level magic weapon or even a mid-level magic weapon, there will be no problem at all. After sacrifice and refining, he can become his big arm help.

However, if it is a top-level magic weapon, it is too precious. As the saying goes, you can get as much wealth as you have. This is the reason. If he is a casual cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Elixir, if he is a top-level magic weapon - a top-level magic weapon that has not been sacrificed and refined, and a large number of spirit stones, it is equivalent to a baby walking on the street with a large piece of gold in his arms, which will only delay his life.

From the wolf-like eyes around him, the monk could guess what kind of miserable consequences he would face once he walked out of Sikong Island with top-level magic weapons and a large number of spirit stones.

"A top-level magic weapon, plus one billion spirit stones!"

Another higher price has emerged.

A top-level magic weapon plus one billion spirit stones is a very high price no matter where it is placed. Even the old Nascent Soul monster, it would be good if it is richer to have a top-level magic weapon as a natal magic weapon. Is it difficult to give out one more?

Obviously, the two competing people have collided with real fire and have begun to compete for their old foundation.

At this time, the early stage monk of the Jindan holding a black stone in his hand no longer had any excitement on his face, but instead sweated and shivered all over.

What are the top-level magic weapons and billions of spirit stones? These things are not wealth, but death-seeking talismans in his hands!

There were many other monks in the field who could see this dilemma. In addition to the admiration, there were also some gloating voices in the hall.

Zhang Yang's eyes rolled and he opened his quote for the first time: "A high-level magic weapon, plus ten million spirit stones, twenty mechanical puppets in the foundation-building stage, and twenty adult iron-backed centipedes."

"No way? The combined energy of these energy is far from enough to price a top-level magic weapon! Just now, people have already increased their price to a top-level magic weapon plus one billion spirit stones. How can they get lower and lower the price?"

"Is this just here to make trouble?"

"That's it! It sounds like there are so many things you have reported, it's not worth a top-level magic weapon!"

“…”

There was a lot of discussion around, but what happened immediately shocked everyone.

But seeing that the monk not only did not get angry, but instead expressed a surprise expression, he almost couldn't wait to shout: "Okay! I agree to trade with this fellow Taoist!"

Wow—

"Are you crazy? You don't want a top-level magic weapon plus a billion spirit stones, but you want these things?"

"Yes! Is this guy's head watered?"

Amid the incredible discussions of the crowd, many people kept silent as if they were thinking.

Zhang Yang's mouth raised. The other party's reaction was completely within his expectations.

Just now, the monk was obviously in a dilemma. The higher the value of the treasures sold in his hand, the more dangerous his situation was.

The price quoted by Zhang Yang seems not high, but it is the most beneficial to the other party.

If the early-level Jindan monk obtained Zhang Yang's things, he would spend some time sacrificing on Sikong Island, and the twenty mechanical puppets in the foundation-building stage and twenty adult iron-backed centipedes can become his big arm helper.

In this way, if a person with ulterior motives wants to snatch it, he will face the counterattack of forty foundation-building combat power and the early-level Jindan cultivator. The benefits he gains are only one high-level magic weapon and ten million spirit stones, and the efforts and rewards are completely disproportionate.

As long as you have a little bit of mind, you won't be willing to take action.

Being able to obtain these things in real life is far beyond the imagination of the monk. With these resources, as long as he is more attentive, his future will definitely not be wrong.

So, it is precisely because this monk is smart enough that he chooses to reach a deal with Zhang Yang.

At Zhang Yang's instructions, the shiwoman named Lanlan came forward with a trash ring and took the blood thorn stone marrow over.

The early stage monk of the Golden Pill stage explored his spiritual sense and immediately smiled with satisfaction.

"Hmph! Fellow Taoist is such a good method!"

An old voice snorted coldly, obviously feeling a little dissatisfied.

However, Zhang Yang naturally wouldn't care. He had taken advantage of it anyway, so he didn't have to compete with others for any quarrels. He smiled and said, "My fellow Taoists have given up."

Looking at the bloody stone marrow in front of him, the Nascent Soul Yechen's eyes were red, which was even more excited than seeing a luo and a woman lying in front of him.

"Hahaha... Blood Tassel Stone Cleaves! Blood Tassel Stone Cleaves has finally obtained it! This is the real Blood Tassel Stone Cleaves!"

Zhang Yang couldn't help rolling his eyes. The bloody stone marrow belonged to the zombie master. I really don't know how happy this old guy is, could it be...

Sure enough, Ye Chen quickly burst out with a serious god on his face and said, "This fellow Taoist, the young man's ** was destroyed, and the Nascent Soul was sacrificed and refined in this tower for decades. Now he is extremely weak. If he wants to retake the body, even a foundation-building cultivator will be difficult to ascend to heaven. If he only takes the body to refine the Qi cultivator or even a mortal, the young man is really unwilling to accept it. Therefore, I have a reluctant request, hoping that the fellow Taoist can cut a small piece of the blood tassel stone marrow and let the young man refine a body. If the young man can restore his magic power, he will definitely feel endlessly for the fellow Taoist."

After saying that, Ye Chen's Nascent Soul's eyes flashed, looking at Zhang Yang with a longing expression.

Zhang Yang laughed in his heart when he heard this. He was not afraid of you having needs, but he was afraid of you not having needs!

However, his face was pretending to be extremely embarrassed and his eyebrows were furrowed.

"This...is probably not possible? I'm paying a lot of money to buy this piece of bloody chalk marrow, which is really useful."!
Chapter completed!