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"You want to die," Fang Chong's forehead was covered with black lines, and he glared at Bai Xiaosheng fiercely. This guy was referring to Nie Yunfei, the young master of the Primitive Sect.

At this moment, a short sword was floating beside Nie Yunfei, which was only three inches long, and was full of green color, with streams of water-like lights flashing, which was very extraordinary.

"I really want to slap you to death,"

Fang Chong was speechless and stared at Bai Xiaosheng fiercely, urged to slap this guy to death. This guy was so greedy that he even dared to fight the original sect's idea.

Seeing Fang Chong's appearance, Bai Xiaosheng shrugged and said, "Forget it, can't I want it? I'll let them go this time."

Fang Chong was about to get angry again. This guy was really a charlatan, and he was a charlatan who didn't know how to live and die. He really thought that he could do everything in the magical art of controlling weapons.

In fact, although the magical art of controlling weapons is mysterious, it is not unlimited. Only the masterless divine weapon can control it. Things with masters, such as the short sword beside Nie Yunfei, cannot be collected. There is the divine thought of the master of the divine weapon, which is difficult to control.

The nine divine weapons were all spiritually rank, but they were quickly collected. Everyone who received the divine weapons was very excited. This was a treasure sacrificial treasure by the Grand Master.

Many people are actively showing kindness to Fang Chong and Bai Xiaosheng, wanting to buy magic weapons.

Others who received divine weapons valued them and could not be sold, but they were different. The two got four divine weapons in total. There were too many that were not available at all. Many people were willing to pay high prices.

"Brother, sell me a magic weapon, I'll give you a thousand original crystals,"

"I paid 1,500 yuan, and I'm not picky. I can give me a magic weapon, even that low-grade spiritual weapon,"

"Hmph, I just want to buy a magic weapon from the Grandmaster for 1,500 yuan. You really dare to think about it. I will produce 5,000 yuan of raw crystals."

More and more people argued, and the quotations were getting higher and higher, which made Fang Chong and Bai Xiaosheng a little dizzy. This was completely unexpected.

In fact, if it were normal, a weapon of spiritual level was only worth about two or three thousand original crystals, but this time it was different. These were several magic weapons from the hands of the grandmaster, and the price was naturally higher. Moreover, it was sacrificed at the opening ceremony of the weapons refining summit, which added value out of thin air.

"I'll pay six thousand,"

"I'll pay seven thousand,"

"Damn, I'll pay 8,000 yuan. Don't fight with me. Whoever fights with me will be anxious,"

"Get out of here, who is afraid that you will be unable to be anxious? No matter how anxious you are, you will be a rabbit. If you dare to shout here, I will slash you with one knife,"

The scene was a little out of control, and many older characters couldn't help but frown and were stunned. This situation was really surprising.

In previous years, there would also be nine magic weapons at the weapon refining summit, but they all competed for their own strength, and those who took action were all people with identities, and they would not compete for two magic weapons by one person.

But today's things are obviously a bit different. Fang Chong and Bai Xiaosheng didn't even move. They stood there and collected four magic weapons, with glasses shattered all over the floor. Many people felt unwilling to give up, but they could not grab them in public. This scene happened.

"Damn, these people are so crazy," Bai Xiaosheng was squeezed into the crowd and his clothes were torn.

"I, xxx, can't stand it anymore," Fang Chong's situation was not much better. He was surrounded by a group of people, and wanted to curse her in depression.

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