Although the entire process of the auction was full of twists and turns for Sun Heng, until the end, nothing he needed appeared.

After the meeting, there were still many people in the square.

In addition to each other's transactions, the news about Taoist Duobao is indispensable in the conversation between everyone.

Sun Heng, a Taoist of Duobao, also heard that he is said to be the most expected monk in the Northern Region to achieve the most spiritual achievement in thousands of years.

This person was born into a family of cultivation and achieved the Taoist foundation at the age of forty, and achieved the Taoist foundation at the age of hundred. He achieved the Golden Pill after less than three Jiazi.

It was a very popular moment, and even rumored that three or seven sects extended olive branches to him, but he refused them all.

The name Duobao was not in vain.

It is reported that there are only seven magic weapons that often appear on him!

Three of them are the best among magic weapons. Even the masters of the Golden Elixir of the Three Dao and Seven Sects will be ashamed of themselves.

In addition, it is rumored that he has an immortal palace, which contains a cave heaven and blessed land, and is ten times more abundant than the outside world!

There are many rumors about him, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false, but even such a person still dies one day.

The most important thing is that after only one of the family's revenge was left, this person has been alone, without any relatives' bloodline or disciple successors.

In other words, his inheritance has no master yet!

If someone can obtain his inheritance, he will definitely reach the sky in one step!

No wonder, just one news can sell tens of thousands of spirit stones, and it can attract robberies.

"Senior, here."

In the square, Sun Heng followed Shi Yun and walked into a stone chamber in the corner.

There is only a turbid candlelight burning in the stone room, and the person inside is in the shadow, which makes it even more difficult to distinguish.

"Fellow Daoist, can't find the right thing?"

This is where the organizers of the fair make a move, so the people who come in are naturally people who don’t like Sun Heng.

"good."

Sun Heng nodded to the man inside and said bluntly: "I want to be extra resilient and toxic silk. I wonder if there is any news here for friends?"

"This kind of spiritual thing..."

In the darkness, the man pondered slightly and replied: "Fellow Daoist is late. At the last auction, there was a roll of snow silkworm spirit silk auction, which was the most in line with fellow Daoist's requirements, which is a pity!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Heng sighed and said, "If there is no news for fellow Taoist now, please pay attention to me and wait until the right one is met..."

"Wait a moment!"

In the darkness, the man suddenly raised his hand to stop Sun Heng's words and said, "I suddenly heard that something in the hand of a fellow Taoist may meet your requirements."

"oh!"

Sun Heng's eyes lit up: "Maybe he have a look?"

"Wait, I'll go back."

In the darkness, the man nodded, his body shrank back, and he disappeared in the darkness.

Earth escape technique!

Sun Heng was not anxious or impatient, and stood there waiting.

There was about a world of tea, and the shadows squirmed in the corner of the stone chamber, and the man appeared here again.

This time, there was an extra broken banner on his hand.

"Fellow Taoist, please see."

He held his hands in vain and sent the long banner to Sun Heng, saying, "This thing is called the Five Poison Banner. The material on it is good, can it meet the requirements of fellow Taoists?"

"Five Poison Banners?"

Sun Heng lowered his head, reached out to stroke the banner, and at the same time he flicked his fingertips, a subtle colorful cloud of smoke sank into the banner.

After a while, he nodded slightly.

"The material is really good, but the power of these Five Poison Banners is not very good!"

It's really not very good. This toxicity is not even as good as the uncondensed poisonous gas on the body of the Scorpio Gu.

"It seems that fellow Taoists are experts who use poison."

In the darkness, the man's voice seemed to be cautious.

This is normal. Even those who practice Dharma are afraid of strange poisons, especially experts who use poisons, can kill people silently.

Moreover, it can go above and beyond!

People often stay away from monks who are good at using poison.

"A little understanding of one or two."

Sun Heng said modestly and asked, "This thing should be a complete set, right? I wonder how many items are there in the opposite hand?"

"this……"

The man in the dark shadow was stunned, as if he was unaware of the situation, and immediately replied: "Fellow Taoist, wait, go down and ask."

"Don't be busy for now!"

Sun Heng reached out and stopped him, saying, "The mark of the original owner of this thing has not yet disappeared. If I buy it, I don't know how long it will take to refine it, so I hope it will be cheaper in terms of price."

"nature!"

The other party nodded and then disappeared again.

This time he didn't leave for a long time, and he appeared again after a moment, and another long banner appeared on his hand.

This long banner is even more damaged.

"Fellow Daoist, he said that he had a total of seven Five Poison Banners in his hand, most of which were damaged like these two, and only the main pole was intact and undamaged."

“As for the price…”

He seemed to look at Sun Heng and said, "The fellow Taoists over there bid for six hundred spirit stones alone, not the main pole, but a set of three thousand spirit stones."

"Three Thousand Spirit Stones?"

Under the hood, Sun Heng twitched his lips and said slowly, "I just want a banner. This price is the price of a magic weapon, right? Moreover, his thing is not clean. Can fellow Taoist say that one or two?"

Although this banner can be changed in size, one banner is not enough!

But his whole body, plus the 1,000 spirit stones he had just bought, were less than two thousand.

Three thousand, no!

"I'm afraid it won't work!"

The man in the shadow shook his head and said, "It's good to use a banner, but the other party sells a whole set of magic weapons, and they won't just sell banners."

"In terms of price, three thousand spirit stones are not expensive. I guess it is the limit if you can get one or two hundred spirit stones cheaper!"

"That's how it works!"

Sun Heng pondered slightly, then slowly took out a long black banner from the storage bag.

"I'm sorry to have another trip for me and ask me if I exchange this banner, would the other side agree?"

This soul-catching banner was taken from Wu Chenzi, the Yinfeng Cave. His appearance has been changed by him and will not be easily recognized.

The quality of this long banner is not very good, it is not as good as the other party’s set of seven poles, but after he refined it, he is already in a state of unattachedness and no longer has to spend time condensing.

In the shadow, the man stepped forward and said, "Can I let this banner go?"

"Can!"

Sun Heng nodded and handed over the thing.

The other party took the long banner and hid in the shadow again and disappeared.

A moment later, he appeared again, missing Sun Heng's ghost banner in his hand, and several additional five poison banners were added.

"Fellow Taoist, the other party agreed. Fellow Taoist just write down the spell to lift the limits of magic tools and hand it over to them."

"By the way, the spirit stones for this transaction are from the opposite side."

"Thank you!"

After going back and forth like this, Sun Heng was relieved to achieve his goal.

I wrote the spell now, and after waiting for the opposite side to confirm, I put away the Five Poisons Banner and bowed my goodbye!

Walking out of the stone room, Sun Heng wanted to go back to the stone room to rest for a while, but he didn't expect that the thing that had just walked a few steps made him stop.

This is a stall set up by a monk himself. The stalls are scattered and there are all kinds of miscellaneous items.

"This is……"

He bent down and reached out and gently picked up a feather from the stall: "Feathers of the Wind Bird?"

"Friends of Daoist eyesight!"
To be continued...