"My fellow Taoist, where is the origin of this Black Nightmare Willow? Is it the first time I have heard of it?"

Lu Xuan asked softly.

He had to sigh at the greatness of the world, and everything was strange.

Even though he had cultivated countless spiritual plants and had read a large number of spiritual plants books at the Tianjian Sect and the Hailou Chamber of Commerce, some rare spiritual plants that were unheard of.

"The Black Nightmare Willow is a sixth-grade spiritual plant. When you go out, you can get it in a small realm that is isolated from the world."

"During the growth of spiritual plants, special willow spirit spirit will be slowly nurtured in the body. When it reaches its maturity stage, it will turn into a nightmare ghost."

"The Nightmare Ghost is in the same mind as the spiritual planter he cultivated. After refining it, the spiritual planter has a certain probability that he can understand the magical nightmare technique, communicate with certain existences in the special space, or can be used to practice some left-right magical secret techniques."

The young man said slowly.

"Thank you for helping me out, I understand."

Lu Xuan looked calm and nodded.

"It seems like an evil spirit plant."

"To put it nicely, it's a left-minded way, but to put it badly, it's a demon."

Lu Xuan, who has rich experience in planting evil spirits, sighed in his heart.

"Fellow Daoist, this black nightmare willow is pretty good, but after all, it's just a seedling, which is much worse than my thousand-year-old ancient tree."

"You know, this ancient tree heart is widely used and is of great benefit to the growth of wood-type monsters and spirit beasts. It can also be refined into high-level puppet cores or wood-type magic weapons."

"Fellow Daoist should know the gap."

Lu Xuan said lightly.

He saw at a glance the young man's desire for the thousand-year-old ancient tree and decided to slap the other party.

"What the fellow Taoist said is reasonable."

"Let's do this. In addition to this black nightmare willow seedling, I will add another 200,000 low-grade spirit stones. What do fellow Taoist think?"

"Okay! Lu likes to deal with fellow Taoists so cheerful in his life."

Lu Xuan nodded immediately to agree.

This thousand-year-old ancient tree heart comes from the light group reward after Xiaoshu Niang grew up. He once again got a group of new little tree girls from Xuanji Tree Mother. After a while, it would be no problem to open three or five ancient tree hearts.

If you can exchange it for a rare sixth-grade spiritual plant seedling, plus 200,000 lower-grade spiritual stones, how can you disagree with it?

He did not hesitate and reached a deal with the big dog dealer in front of him. Both of them took the needs, and they were extremely satisfied.

In the next period of time, many monks came to ask about the treasures on Lu Xuan’s stall.

Unfortunately, there is no spiritual seeds that Lu Xuan wants.

In order to maximize the value of these treasures, Lu Xuan did not rush to exchange other things.

About half a day later, a female cultivator in the middle stage of the elixir came to Lu Xuan’s stall.

Perhaps because she had already understood Lu Xuan’s needs before coming here, she got straight to the topic.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, I have a fifth-grade Lingran Zhengyang Sand here, which is quite large. I want to exchange for the fifth-grade sword talisman from my fellow Taoist."

"Oh? Fellow Taoist takes it out and take a look?"

Lu Xuan asked curiously.

The female cultivator nodded slightly, and then a small pile of pure white spirit sand appeared in front of her.

The spiritual sand emits a slight white light, extremely hot, and there is a burning sensation in the skin even far away. When the spiritual consciousness penetrates, you can feel a strong and yang aura hidden in it.

"Zhengyang Sand, a fifth-grade special spiritual soil, contains the ultimate yang aura, which is of great benefit to the growth of most strong and most yang spiritual plants."

The female cultivator said slowly.

"How much positive Yang sand is there in the hands of fellow Taoists?"

Lu Xuan became a little interested. The spiritual plants he planted were all kinds of strange. He would take them into the spiritual field as soon as he saw them. Therefore, it is necessary to enrich the types of spiritual soil.

When finding the corresponding spiritual seed, you need to spend extra time and energy to search for spiritual soil and spiritual sand.

"It's about twenty kilograms."

"good."

"But fellow Taoists should know that among the treasures of the same level, Lingguo is much lower than the talisman, and he is more powerful in killing the sword talisman, and he is the best of all talismans."

"What do fellow Taoist thinks of twenty kilograms of Zhengyang sand in exchange for two fifth-grade sword talismans?"

Lu Xuan nodded and said.

The female cultivator pondered for a while, hesitated for a while, and finally chose to agree.

"make a deal."

Although Zhengyang Sand is a rare spiritual soil and has powerful functions, it still has great limitations. The sword talisman in Lu Xuan's hand can save his life at a critical moment.

Although she could only get two sword talismans, she was extremely satisfied.

She selected one Xuanyin Sword Talisman and one Zhensha Sword Talisman at Lu Xuan's stall, and then left with satisfaction.

"My friend, how do you exchange your great scholar's literary palace?"

Shortly after the female cultivator left, a fan and a gentle scholar came to the stall.

"Report to seniors, all the treasures on the stall are only exchanged for high-level spiritual seeds, seedlings, spirit beast fetal eggs, or seed condensation methods, spiritual springs and soil, etc.."

Lu Xuan felt the powerful aura in the scribe's body and said respectfully.

"I have a seventh-grade Bitao Spiritual Sword in my hand. How about I get my friend, you, the Great Confucian Wen Palace?"

The scribe asked with a smile, grabbing it casually, and a blue flying sword shot out from the void.

The rich spiritual energy on the sword turned into blue waves, stirring endlessly, and the sound of surging waves came faintly in my ears.

"Sir, please forgive me, I only need spiritual seeds and other treasures at present."

Lu Xuan had rare seventh-grade treasures such as Yin and Yang Yuan Magnetic Sword and Nanming Leihuo Mirror in his hand. He had no extra energy to sacrifice and refine this ordinary seventh-grade flying sword. He pretended to hesitate, but finally refused.

"The Great Confucian Literary Palace is only useful in the hands of Confucian and Taoist monks. This Bitao Spirit Sword is more than enough to replace it."

"My friend can use this seventh-grade flying sword afterwards to exchange for the other fellow Taoists' favorite spirit seeds."

The scribe looked calm, but there was a faint threat in his tone.

The Great Confucian Palace in Lu Xuan’s hand is too rare. It can only be formed after the transformation of a great Confucian scholar in the Nascent Soul realm. For Confucian and Taoist monks, they are priceless. Once they have it and give it to the descendants of the most talented clan, they will have a great chance of growing to the level of a great Confucian scholar.

He has always been self-cultivation, but after seeing the Great Confucian Wen Palace and Lu Xuan who looked lonely, he couldn't help but feel different.

"Junior Brother Lu, why are you setting up a stall here alone? The auction will start soon."

"What treasure does junior brother want? Just ask Uncle Huanzhen if you want it."

The scholar was about to ask Lu Xuan for the Great Confucian Wen Palace when suddenly, a gentle voice came into the ears of the two.

Before he finished speaking, a handsome young man with a heavy sword shadow behind him came to the stall.

"Don't be a fellow Taoist."

The scribe bowed and bowed.

"Oh, it turns out that it is fellow Taoist Chen of the Chen family in the Great Xia realm."

Mo Yuanfeng nodded to the scholar, then his eyes fell on Lu Xuan, with a noticeable different intimacy in his eyes.

He has a good impression of this young junior brother who has just entered the Sword Sect, and he really loves the sword, so he takes special care of it.

"Senior Brother Mo, I will go to the auction with you now."

With a flash of spiritual light, several treasures on the stall, including the Great Scholar Palace, flew into the storage bag.

Mo Yuanfeng nodded to the scholar, and a sword light flew out from behind, wrapping Lu Xuan and disappearing in an instant.

"Senior brother? Where did that monk come from? He actually called Daozi, the true preacher of the Dongxuan Sword Sect, the senior brother?"

The scribe stopped and was shocked and confused.

Although he is in the realm of the Nascent Soul, there are huge differences among the same level of cultivators. Compared with Mo Yuanfeng, who is the true sword master of the Sword Sect, his strength is far inferior.

As for the forces behind it, there is no need to compare them.

One is one of the best swordsmanship sects in the realm of heaven, and the other is only a Confucian and Taoist family with great reputation in the realm of Daxia. There is a huge difference between the two.

Thinking of the huge gap between the Dongxuan Sword Sect and his family, his eyes suddenly became extremely clear and flew towards the opposite direction of the two.
Chapter completed!