Chapter 83 Please tell me, how many strokes does the word

Because it is the life magic weapon of Jindan Zhenren.

This means that the magic weapon contains the powerful divine consciousness and various dangerous restrictions left by the previous Zhenren.

Not to mention that it is difficult for foundation-building cultivators to refine.

Even Jindan cultivators are probably unwilling to refine such magic weapons.

Therefore, it can flow into the auction house.

For foundation-building cultivators, this magic weapon is equivalent to three chances to save their lives, which is of course what they want.

But some people think that spending so many spirit stones and only being able to use them three times is too wasteful and not worth it at all.

Therefore, a treasure is more valuable than a thousand gold coins to some people.

Some people think it is worthless.

In Chen Yun's opinion, this treasure must be won.

"15,000."

"17,000."

"20,000!"

"Everyone, this magic weapon can only be used three times, and it is difficult to refine it. After three times, it is just a piece of broken copper and rotten iron. I do not recommend you to auction this thing, so... I bid 22,000."

A slender monk said it very clearly at the beginning, and many people nodded. Unexpectedly, he changed the topic at the end and also followed suit.

This made many people laugh.

"25,000!"

The ordinary monk named Chen, who was sitting in the corner, shouted a price in a firm tone, intending to tell other monks that I must take this treasure.

"30,000!"

A female monk sitting in the first row raised her white jade hand, and her beautiful eyes seemed to glance fiercely at the corner of the last row at the end, as if provocative.

Chen Yun shook his head helplessly.

I wanted to be a low-key ordinary monk.

The result was provocation and contempt again and again.

No more acting, serious.

If you don't show some of your capital, you won't know how much the word "tycoon" means.

"Fifty thousand!"

Chen Yun said heavily.

After this, the scene was silent, and you could hear a pin drop. The old host on the stage stared at Chen Yun for a moment, forgetting the process of hosting the auction. It was not until someone around him reminded him that he looked at Chen Yun with a flattering and respectful look on his face.

"This cultivator offers fifty thousand. Is there anyone who offers more?"

"If not, then it belongs to this cultivator."

"Anyone else? The female cultivator sitting in the first row, are you willing to give this treasure to this person?"

The host used a seductive look to provoke the unwilling anger in the eyes of the female cultivator. The female cultivator gritted her teeth and was about to raise her hand when she was stopped by the male cultivator next to her.

Immediately, the man and woman seemed to be communicating with each other through telepathy. They didn't know what they were saying, but the result was that the female cultivator slapped the male cultivator, and the two went their separate ways angrily.

Chen Yun: "......"

"It seems that this treasure belongs to this cultivator. What a pity. Is there anyone else?"

The old host called a few more times and saw no response. Finally, he sent the treasure to Chen Yun.

For ordinary cultivators, 50,000 to buy such a thing is too extravagant.

But for Chen Yun, not to mention 50,000, 100,000 spirit stones to buy a life-saving magic weapon is also quite cost-effective.

For Chen Yun, there are three basic principles that will never change.

First, always take life-saving as the first principle.

Second, refer to the first one.

Third, refer to the second one.

You can be ugly when attacking, but you must be fast and handsome when running away.

Finally, Chen Yun spent 70,000 spirit stones at the auction house and got a black gold VIP card. Generally speaking, most cultivators can never reach black gold in their lifetime, but Chen Yun got a black gold card in one night.

With this card, you can experience the supreme service of the private room on the second floor for free, as well as some discounts and magic weapon reminder services.

That is, if you are fond of a certain type of magic weapon, if you have it in your bank, you will be reminded as soon as possible.

This is something Chen Yun really needs. After leaving the reminder service for defensive magic weapons, he did not rush to leave the auction house, but slept in the VIP room of the bank until the next day when he decided to leave.

Although the city is relatively safe and most people dare not take action, what if?

It is always better to be cautious.

In the next few days, Chen Yun came to the auction house several times. One of them bought a bottle of seven foundation-building pills for sale. The original price was 50,000 spirit stones. In the end, it was a bargain at an average price of 40,000.

After all, who can take out so many spirit stones in one breath to buy so many foundation-building pills.

After that, he bought some second-level spirit-replenishing pills for replenishing spiritual energy, various talismans, and finally gave up completely. In the end, there were about 170,000 to 180,000 spirit stones left in his hand.

A few days later, he bought a set of top-level defense magic weapon Xuanlin armor for foundation-building, which can withstand the full force of a mid-stage Jindan cultivator, and spent another 10,000 spirit stones.

Ten days have arrived.

In the early morning, the sparse sunlight cast mottled shadows from under the trees in the courtyard. Chen Yun gently pushed open the door and then closed it.

There was some snow on the branches, and the weather in early spring was still a little cold, but for Chen Yun, there was no difference between spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Outside the courtyard, Xie Yujue sent a telepathic message: "Brother Chen has made progress again. He has broken through the second level of foundation building in just three years. It's really enviable. Unlike Xie, I have been stuck in the third level of foundation building for several years."

"After completing the task this time, the Danyang Patriarch promised to refine a neck-breaking pill for me to help me break through the bottleneck."

Chen Yun's heart warmed up when he heard this. He had also heard of this pill. It was quite rare. It was an ancient recipe, and many of the raw materials had been lost.

Perhaps seeing Chen Yun's doubts, Xie Yujue explained: "As the ancestor of the golden pill, the Dan Patriarch has studied and improved this pill recipe for hundreds of years. It can be replaced with other medicinal materials and has stabilized at a success rate of 30%."

"It took me nearly twenty years of hard work to find the relevant medicinal materials, and I barely managed to gather them together."

Xie Yujue sighed with his hands behind his back, the difficulty of being a cultivator.

Although he has already established his foundation, every step on the road to immortality is extremely difficult.

Only those who are blessed by the heavenly way can enter the stage without bottlenecks and practice like drinking water.

Most people either don't have enough elixirs or spiritual medicines, or they are stuck in the bottleneck for years and decades.

In addition to these, we have to consider various instruments, techniques, and souls.

It's a headache to think about it.

The support of the massive resources behind this.

Chen Yun raised his hand, and a flying sword flew out from his sleeves, hovering in the air, swelled with the wind, and was as big as a small boat, swaying slightly.

Seeing Xie Yujue's envious eyes, Chen Yun was also slightly pleased in his heart. He had just changed a new aircraft, so of course he had to take it out to dry.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be a brocade dress at night?

"Brother Chen's flying sword is not cheap, is it?"

"Not expensive, just a thousand spirit stones."

Xie Yujue was speechless. Based on his understanding of Chen Yun, the thousand spirit stones probably refer to the small ten thousand spirit stones.

Tsk tsk.

The two of them turned into a meteor that flew straight to the sky, one after the other.

Not long after.

At the pavilion at the foot of Jiulong Mountain.

The spring water was still a little cold, and some ice crystals on the riverside had not melted yet.

There were already five foundation-building cultivators waiting in the pavilion. As the two spiritual lights converged, two figures emerged. Xie Yujue was nothing, but Chen Yun rarely came out to perform a mission, which made many people look sideways.

Then something even more eye-catching happened. The Danyang Patriarch, who was a Jindan Zhenren, actually called Chen Yun away alone in the distance, and talked happily. From time to time, he patted his shoulders with a loving look on his face, like an elder facing a younger generation.

This puzzled many people.

When did Chen Yun become so close to Danyang Zhenren?