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Chapter 1981 The Fragment of the Holy Artifact

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    The little girl didn't believe it, and said: "It's just him? The lanugo hasn't faded yet."

    Tian Mufeng looked sharply, and said: "It is also because of this that I think he is mysterious enough. His bone age is definitely not more than twelve years old, but he can refine such a high-quality elixir, comparable to a master of alchemy.  If he is not a genius in refining medicine, he must have a big secret."

    The little girl widened her eyes and said, "What did you say? He made all these pills?"

    Although these elixirs are not high-level, but in terms of quality, the person who refines them definitely has the strength of a master.

    Twelve-year-old alchemy master, no one would believe this.

    "That's right, I've had someone check it out. Although most of these elixirs were refined by Fu Baicao, Fu Baicao didn't have this level at all before. It's thanks to Fu Baicao that he can refine elixirs of this quality."  After Wufeng became a teacher."

    How powerful is Tian Mufeng's energy?  As long as he wants to investigate a person, he can find out in an instant, and what Ji Wufeng does is under his control.

    Immediately, Tian Mufeng said with brilliance in his eyes: "Although I'm sure his bone age is no more than twelve years old, there is definitely more than that in terms of temperament and behavior."

    That's right, twelve years old is still a child, but Ji Wufeng doesn't look like a child. He communicates with Tian Mufeng neither humble nor overbearing, and he is easy to handle. It is clear that he is an old monster who has experienced the world.

    The little girl's expression changed suddenly, and she said, "Grandpa, you guessed that he might"

    Tian Mufeng nodded and said: "I suspect that he is not the original body now, but a new body, but if it is just a pure reshaping of the physical body, the bone age will not be invisible. The only possibility is that he has taken the Reincarnation Pill  .¡±

    It is not impossible for a cultivator to reshape the physical body, as long as the soul is strong, coupled with the best materials from heaven and earth, it can be done.

    But reshaping the physical body is only reshaping the original basis after all, and the bone age cannot be changed, and a powerful practitioner can see through it at a glance.

    But Tian Mufeng couldn't see through Ji Wufeng, the only possibility was that Ji Wufeng's current body was not remodeled, but a completely new body.

    The reason why Tian Mufeng chose to believe in Ji Wufeng was precisely because of this, because he saw hope.

    The little girl's emotions instantly became agitated. Although a hundred years old is still very young for a cultivator, she has always maintained a seven or eight-year-old body. The misery in it is beyond the comprehension of others.

    However, Tian Mufeng said again: "But this kid is not a good person, and he has another purpose in contacting us."

    When the little girl heard it, she immediately said angrily: "This little brat knows he is dishonest at first glance. Since you have already seen through it, why do you still believe him?"

    Tian Mufeng touched the little girl's head, and said affectionately: "Lan'er, your matter is the only knot in Grandpa's heart. As long as you can untie the knot, so what?  Shadow Gate, your grandfather hasn't paid attention to it yet."

    The little girl's eyes were slightly red, and she said: "Grandpa, in fact, Lan'er has long since stopped caring. Grandpa really doesn't need to pay so much for it."

    "Hahaha¡­¡­"

    Tian Mufeng laughed loudly and said: "You silly boy, you are my lifeblood, and I will risk my life for your grandfather."

    The little girl suddenly lowered her head and said, "But Grandpa, do you really don't want to go back to Tianjia?"

    Tian Mufeng fell silent in an instant, and after a long time, his eyes became extremely sharp, and he said: "Of course I have to go back. Grandpa will help you get back everything that should belong to you."

    A large number of pills were snapped up so quickly that Qian Duoduole's mouth was grinning up to his ears. In just a short while, at least he made a profit of nearly one million spirit stones. Before that, he couldn't make so much in a year.

    The auction officially started, Ji Wufeng came out with a Lingshi card swaggeringly, Qian Duoduo said in a daze: "What are you doing here?"

    Ji Wufeng chuckled, and said: "I have earned so much money, how can I do it if I don't squander it?"

    Qian Duoduo pursed his lips and said, "You really can't hide two taels of rotten oil in your stomach."

    The auctioneer came out, and the first auction item appeared. It was a magic weapon, and it was an eighth-level magic weapon.

    The grades of magic weapons are divided into magic weapons, treasure weapons, spiritual weapons, holy weapons, and fairy weapons that only exist in legends. Each grade is divided into nine levels.

    The eighth-level magic weapon is very common in the world of comprehension, but it is a high-level treasure in this wasteland on earth, and the starting price is 5,000 spirit stones.

    Someone started bidding, and finally the final price was 20,000 spirit stones.

    There is no such thing as a magic weapon of this level.He sneered. In his previous life, he practiced a lot for thousands of years, including refining weapons. At his peak state, he could refine nine-level top-quality spiritual weapons, which are mere magic weapons, which are like rubbish in his eyes.

    However, Qian Duoduo was very happy, and if he didn't sell a piece, the auction would have a 10% profit, which was equivalent to earning two thousand spirit stones.

    The next few pieces are all magic weapons, the grades are not high, and the highest one is only a second-level treasure, Ji Wufeng didn't even bother to take a look.

    However, Ji Wufeng couldn't help staring at a magic weapon that appeared later.

    Rather than saying it is a magic weapon, it is better to say a fragment, because it is just a piece of jet-black iron.

    As soon as the iron block came out, everyone present snorted without discomfort, but the auctioneer said: "Everyone, this magic weapon is incredible, it was obtained from the tomb of the ancient fairy king and demon emperor, it is very likely to be a fragment of a sacred weapon!  "

    In the ancient times, there were many peerless powerhouses, and the Demon King was the most powerful man of the Yaozu. The burial objects in his tomb may really be of the level of holy artifacts.

    However, the battle between the human race and the creatures of all worlds led by the guardian gods of the four directions was too tragic. Not only the four gods fell, but also many peerless powerhouses, and a large number of high-level magic weapons also collapsed.

    There are less than ten holy artifacts left behind, and each one has the mighty aura of mighty heaven and earth.

    If this piece of iron is really a fragment of a sacred vessel, even if the aura is absent, there must still be charm.

    But this piece of iron is just a piece of iron, and there is nothing unusual about it.

    Ji Wufeng didn't see anything special, but his blood was a little restless, as if he had received some kind of induction.

    "The starting price for the fragments of the sacred artifact is 100,000 spirit stones," the auctioneer said loudly.

    As soon as this remark came out, the audience fell silent, and no one bid.

    Qian Duoduo is very depressed, one hundred thousand, after selling it, he will earn ten thousand spirit stones, and it just disappeared, he is very heartbroken.

    Suddenly a voice rang in his ear: "One hundred thousand spirit stones."

    "Aha"

    Qian Duoduo was so excited that he almost jumped up, but when he saw clearly who the bidder was, he was almost so angry that he didn't go over, beat his chest and stamped his feet and howled: "Prodigal son, prodigal son, damn, one hundred thousand spirit stones to buy!"  A piece of scrap iron, you prodigal son!" (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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