"The best magic weapon..."

He Changsheng and the other two, standing on the platform, changed their expressions, Yang Yuanshan shivered and whispered.

"It's still a little bit worse, but some attributes should be stronger than the top-grade magic weapon." Sun Yu said in a deep voice.

"This thing is a powerful attack weapon..." He Changsheng glanced at Sun Yu and said with a point of view.

No wonder the group of military generals Baba came. It would be strange if they didn't come if they were there.

With this shot in hand, the battle formation is absolutely invincible.

The spear emitted a green light. Zuo Ling'er slowly stepped forward, touched the gun bar with his fingertips, and a series of lightning-like lights emitted, making a "sniff" sound. Zuo Ling'er's hair gently floated, and her clothes were fluffy and suspended.

"The electric blue-hair battle gun carries a trace of wind and thunder power. When it dances, wind and thunder surge. The electric arcs carried can paralyze the opponent." Pulling his fingers away, Zuo Ling'er's hair returned to its original state and said softly.

That's all, and I don't give any more introductions.

"Three seniors, please taste it."

After Zuo Ling'er finished speaking, He Changsheng stepped forward and reached out to hold the spear.

"Buzz--"

A roar of wind and thunder rose, and the sky above the venue seemed to explode.

"Good gun!"

He Changsheng couldn't help but exclaim, and his face showed a look of envy.

"Why worship, how about this gun?"

Shu Quan and others in the box looked at He Changsheng, and Song Youcai said loudly.

He Changsheng shook his head and said, "It's comparable to the best, but it's indescribable."

Comparable to the best!

This sentence is enough!

"I want this gun!"

"This gun belongs to me!"

"No one should compete with me!"

...

In the box, several people stared at each other, looking like they were fists and kicks.

"Seniors, this gun is marked with a secret price of 50,000 spirit stones. Interested seniors can come on stage and experience the power of this gun in person." Zuo Ling'er glanced to the four directions and said with a smile.

"good!"

"That's how refreshing."

...

Shu Quan and others rushed out of the box.

In the end, there were only twelve people who came to power. In addition to the eight military generals, the remaining four were also from the ninth-grade sects.

Each of them stepped forward to hold the spear, and after a moment, they all retreated silently.

"Haha, this gun is not suitable for you, please give me some advice." A man from the ninth-grade sect bowed and turned around and stepped down.

"This treasure is indeed not suitable for our sect cultivators. Please take a look." The other three shook their heads and stepped down from the high platform.

Eight generals were left on the stage, looking at each other and laughing.

"Look at which of us has such luck!" Song Youcai said, reached out and picked up a piece of sign paper, wrote a few words on it, folded it, and threw it into a wooden box.

The other people also smiled at each other and wrote the price on paper.

"Three seniors, please notarize this secret bid." Zuo Ling'er bowed to Sun Yu and the other two and said.

The three of them nodded, stepped forward and took apart the eight pieces of sign paper, and then compared them one by one.

In the end, two were handed to Zuo Ling'er.

"Puchi--" Zuo Ling'er laughed out loud as she looked at the handwriting on it.

"I wonder if this is Brother Shu Quan's offer?" Zuo Ling'er said, displaying a sign with dog-like handwriting.

"Eighty thousand spirit stones."

Eighty thousand!

A top-grade magic weapon is only 50,000 spirit stones, but this battle gun is not a real top-grade magic weapon. Someone actually bids for 80,000 spirit stones!

For some reason, everyone remembered the expressions of these military generals after exploring the battle gun. Is this battle gun special? It is worth 80,000 spirit stones?

"Big shopkeeper, they-" Although they knew that the value of this spear must be not low, the people in Changfulou were still panicked when they heard this price.

"Hey—" Liu Yicang shook his head. As soon as he took out the gun, he knew that he had lost.

Look now, the price is indeed more than the damaged top-quality magic weapon he took out.

This time, Changfulou lost his wife and his soldiers, and lost a treasure, but he could only advertise for Qingyun Sect.

No one remembers what treasure Changfulou took out, and everyone only remembers that a battle gun sold for a sky-high price of 80,000 spirit stones.

Looking at the piece of paper in Zuo Ling'er's hand, Shu Quan laughed and nodded, "This one is exactly my price." "You Shu Laoyan, you are so bad, you will have three thousand more spirit stones than me." Guangwu Guard standing beside Shu Quan said hatred by Hao Guan.

"You guys are very good at it. I only claimed 70,000." Qian Sheng shook his head and looked at the gun with some regret.

Baby is a good baby, but there is no such fate.

"Haha, accept, accept." Shu Quan bowed to the left and right with joy, and was about to go forward to get the gun.

"Brother Shu, there is another one that bids the same as you." Zuo Ling'er's face became even more smiling, her spiritual power dispersed, and the words on another piece of paper were revealed.

"The same price as Shu."

"puff--"

"Ha ha--"

Seeing the lines, everyone on the stage laughed.

"Song Killscai!" Shu Quan gritted his teeth and looked at Song Youcai who was smiling and silent.

"I didn't bid a spirit stone higher than you like Brother Zhao, I'm already giving you face." Song Youcai looked calm and smiled.

"Okay, then I'll have a thousand more spirit stones now, right?" Shu Quan gestured with his fingers and said anxiously.

Song Youcai shook his head, turned to look at Zhao Yang in the audience and said, "Brother Zhao, who do you think this battle gun should be sold to?"

"Yes, Brother Zhao, you said." Shu Quan also stared at Zhao Yang and shouted.

Zhao Yang stood up, looked at the two people on the stage, and suddenly spoke, "Brother Shu, I entered your Zhenwu Guard, we guarded the dike for two days and two nights."

"Yes, you saved Lao Shu's life." Shu Quan laughed and said, "We are living a life-long friendship."

Speaking of this, his face was even brighter. He looked at Song Youcai with a squinted look and smiled proudly.

It turns out that Zhao Yang and the general of the Talang City Army still have such a friendship!

At this time, everyone in the audience understood why these soldiers would come to support the Qingyun Sect’s trade fair.

Zhao Yang nodded and said solemnly: "Can Brother Shu tell me how many casualties are there in that battle, your Zhenwu Guard? "

Zhao Yang's words changed Shu Quan's face. After pondering for a long time, he squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "One thousand two were killed and three thousand one hundred were injured."

One thousand two were killed and three thousand one hundred were injured. In two days and two nights, nearly half of the 10,000 soldiers were injured and killed!

There was a "buzz" sound from the audience, and the practitioners who had thought they were watching the fun started to discuss it in a low voice.

You should know that the army in Talang City is at least sergeant in the body refining stage, and many of them have entered the Qi refining realm.

What a battle for such casualties?

"Brother Shu, is there such a fierce battle?" Although Zhao Yang's voice was low, it covered the discussion in the venue.

"Haha, there will always be three or two times a year, I'm used to it." Shu Quan seemed a little lonely and smiled softly: "If you hadn't saved me that day, I would have just gone to see those old brothers earlier."

Such a tragic battle will last three or two in a year!

The monks of the sects below the stage immediately changed their faces.

The sects under Changhe County have not had a major conquest in the past hundred years. No one knows that there are three or two tragic battles every year on the river.
Chapter completed!