Seeing so many low-grade spiritual weapons, not only Zi Grape, but also Sima Shuang'er was shocked at this moment.
Especially Sima Shuang'er.
At this moment, she can hardly believe her eyes.
She also has a low-grade spiritual weapon in her hand, but this is the most dangerous task she has carried out in the sect.
After continuous accumulation of experience, the alliance leader will reach from many levels.
Among the requested disciples, one person was randomly selected and rewarded with a low-grade spiritual weapon.
For Sima Shuang'er, getting a spiritual weapon was entirely due to luck.
The same is true for other high-level disciples in the sect who have spiritual weapons.
They all worked hard to obtain a spiritual weapon.
After all, for the Gentlemen's Alliance, spiritual weapons are too precious.
If it were in an auction house, a slightly better spiritual weapon could be sold for seven to eight thousand, making it extremely precious.
"What to look at" Ji Zilong turned around and found that both Zi Tao and Sima Shuang'er looked a little abnormal.
"Senior sister, look at how many Dharma Stones I can sell for my broken mirror," Ji Zilong said, casually carrying the glass mirror.
These spiritual weapons were all forcibly given to Ji Zilong by the old man with rosacea for various ridiculous reasons.
Ji Zilong had always left them in the corner without taking care of them because he felt they were of little use.
"This low-grade spiritual weapon should be considered the best.
Are you sure you want to sell it?"
Sima Shuang'er's face froze slightly.
This glazed mirror was of extraordinary quality, but in Ji Zilong's hands, it turned into a broken mirror.
"I only have three hundred Dharma Plate Stones in my hand, but I must get the Rongmai Pill."
Ji Zilong said.
"I'll help you."
Sima Shuang'er nodded.
She already had a low-grade spiritual weapon that was most suitable for her.
She didn't have much demand for this mirror.
The same was true for Zi Grape.
The thirteen white jade dominoes hanging on her waist were Zi Grape's spiritual weapons.
She has no shortage of tools.
At this time, Suo'er had returned with a large amount of cooked food and some pretty good elixirs.
"Suo'er, go call Jun Hu and tell him that I have a low-grade spiritual weapon here that I need to get rid of immediately."
Sima Shuang'er said.
"Yes, senior sister."
Suo'er left quickly.
"Junior Brother Zilong."
Looking at Ji Zilong, Sima Shuang'er said: "This low-grade spiritual weapon of yours is of extraordinary value.
If you don't mind, I will complete the negotiation for you later.
How about you?"
"Okay, but how many Dharma Stones do you plan to exchange it for, Senior Sister?"
Ji Zilong asked curiously.
"It's not how much I plan to exchange it for.
With its value, if it were to be auctioned, the starting price would be five thousand Dharma Stones.
There would be no problem at all."
Sima Shuang'er spoke very highly of this spiritual energy.
Ji Zilong blinked with big eyes, maybe because of some memories from his previous life, so when facing Sima Shuang'er, he would always put away some naughtiness unconsciously, he said: "What if I still want some elixirs?"
" "What elixir?"
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Sima Shuang'er asked.
"I need a lot of low-grade elixirs that are beneficial to the soul.
The more, the better."
Ji Zilong said.
His four-pole phaseless spiritual method is now only the first level.
If he wants to practice Dzogchen, he must need a lot of it.
Panacea.
"Soul elixirs are extremely precious.
One elixir requires fifty pieces of low-grade Dharma Pan Stone.
How many elixirs do you want, junior brother?"
Sima Shuang'er said, as if she knew everything about the auction house.
"At least fifty."
Ji Zilong nodded, but in his heart he lamented that it was too expensive, so he might as well let the rabbit steal it.
While he was talking, heavy footsteps could be heard outside, and soon a rough hand opened the door curtain, and Jun Hu's burly figure appeared in front of the three of them.
His gaze swept across the entire small room.
When he saw Ji Zilong, Jun Hu's eyes clearly flashed with something abnormal.
Then he looked at Sima Shuang'er and said: "It's actually Junior Sister Shuang'er.
I'm really honored.
Can I let you see it?"
Look at junior sister’s spiritual weapon.”
Jun Hu is always straightforward, with almost no nonsense and goes straight to the topic.
"Okay" Sima Shuang'er nodded and took out the glazed mirror.
After taking the treasured mirror, Jun Hu looked at it carefully.
Gradually, the resolute and dark face gradually became serious.
Finally, even the hands holding the treasured mirror gradually began to tremble.
"Junior sister, this treasured mirror is a top-notch among low-grade spiritual weapons.
Are you sure you want to sell it?"
Jun Hu held the treasured mirror carefully, with a solemn look on his face.
"Senior brother, in your opinion, how much Dharma Stone is this precious mirror worth?"
Sima Shuang'er smiled softly.
"Hiss" Jun Hu took a breath and fell into thinking, and then he said cautiously: "Junior sister is not an outsider, and I don't want to let junior sister suffer too much.
Later I will start with six thousand Dharma Stones.
If junior sister is willing, , I immediately took it out to prepare for the auction.
If it is sold, we will follow the rules of the auction house and charge 10% of the Dharma Pan Stone as an intermediary fee. " "Okay."
Sima Shuang'er smiled and nodded.
"Then please wait a moment, junior sister."
Jun Hao's eyes flickered and he looked at Ji Zilong again.
"It's ringgit, why are you looking for a beating?
I've known for a long time that you are plotting evil against my boss.
Why do you want to fight and go out to challenge me?
Mr.
Rabbit doesn't believe in evil today.
I can't deal with you yet."
The rabbit had a bad temper.
Junhu only glanced at Ji Zilong twice, which made him very unhappy.
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It stood on Ji Zilong's shoulder and jumped to challenge Jun Hu for a duel.
If Ji Zilong hadn't pulled him, it would have jumped onto Jun Hu's shoulder.
On the forehead.
"Don't be rude."
Purple Grape came over and hit the rabbit on the forehead with a chestnut, making the rabbit shrink back.
Jun Hu smiled implicitly, a glint flashed in his eyes, and quickly retreated without saying anything more.
"How can your spiritual pet have the same virtue as you?"
Zipu Tuo said harshly.
That Jun Hu was a core disciple and had a high status in the League of Gentlemen.
It was one thing whether he was offended or not.
The key was that if he was offended, he would cause a lot of trouble.
"Shit, I want to beat him too."
Ji Zilong curled his lips and endured the anger in his heart.
He had already had enough of Jun Hu's malicious eyes.
Soon, Jun Hu took out Ji Zilong's glazed mirror.
He raised it high and said loudly: "Everyone, this is a low-grade spiritual weapon without any damage.
Its quality is also Among all low-grade spiritual weapons, this is a rare one.
The starting price is six thousand, let’s get started.”
Still not a lot of nonsense to render.
But the crowd below was detonated in an instant.
A low-grade spiritual weapon is something that many people dream of.
Owning a low-grade spiritual weapon will increase your combat power several times.
When it comes to saving your life, having a low-grade spiritual weapon is the best way to save your life. .
The crowd that was detonated instantly boiled.
They looked at the precious mirror in Jun Hu's hand with fiery eyes and greedy expressions.
"Six thousand and five."
An inner disciple gritted his teeth and stood up.
This was all his belongings.
"Seven thousand."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone yelled next to him.
Among the seven thousand Dharma Plate Stones, he borrowed two thousand from his senior brother.
"Eight thousand."
At this time, another voice came from the attic room.
"Eight thousand and five."
From across the attic, another voice came.
The disciples below were silent.
After the auction, these people in the attic finally spoke.
It was obvious that they all took a fancy to this spiritual weapon and were determined to get it.
The disciples standing on the attic were either rich or noble and could not be provoked at all.
They knew that this precious mirror was no longer something they could get their hands on.
The disciples below were all silent and watching silently, wanting to see who would fall.
"Nine Thousand Five" A core disciple suddenly opened the window of the attic room.
Compared with other disciples, his aura was much more powerful.
A pair of cold eyes swept across the field.
Many disciples who intended to join the bidding immediately shrank their necks and did not dare to participate.
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Seeing that his momentum overwhelmed everyone, the disciple smiled proudly in his heart.
He was determined to get the glazed mirror.
"Ten thousand" But at this critical moment, when Jun Hu was about to give up, a lazy voice suddenly came.
When he looked up, he saw a figure somewhere in the attic, looming behind the thin curtains.
"It's Jun Feihong."
The disciples were shocked.
Jun Feihong was the second senior brother, and he actually came here
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