Chapter 689 Purple Clay Gourd

"All the people present today are well-known figures in the nearby immortal cultivation world. The middle-aged man on the left with a white face and no beard is called Kong Mo. He is the last disciple of the independent immortal 'Xinghuo Zhenren'. It seems that his cultivation level is the same as that of Master Zhao invited by Lu Yun."

"The one on the right is also very famous. He is a disciple of Qingyan Temple in Minglong Mountain named Gao Jun. He was ordered by his master to go down the mountain to participate in this conference. It is said that Qingyan Temple has always had many treasures. I don't know if Gao Jun brought some to sell this time. If I can exchange some from him, I think it will be of some value."

"And the big man in the middle with a full beard is called Xu Ke. He is also one of the few masters of the eighth level of Qi Refining in the Qi Refining Period venue. However, he is an independent cultivator. This time, he probably has the same idea as me, and he is attending the treasure appraisal conference with the intention of buying..."

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After taking a seat in the attic, Princess Hongxiao introduced the people who attended the conference to Ye Chunyang one by one. She was very excited in her vivid descriptions.

Ye Chunyang scanned these low-level cultivators expressionlessly, but his consciousness secretly extended outward, preparing to explore whether there was anything of interest in the foundation-building period venue.

As a large venue for cultivators to trade, this attic was naturally restricted. After Ye Chunyang released his consciousness, he vaguely felt a layer of obstruction, but this so-called restriction was like a decoration in front of Ye Chunyang, and he easily passed through it.

The powerful consciousness swept through, and soon the entire venue was clearly fed back to Ye Chunyang's mind. Except for the first and second floors below, the third and fourth floors above were all foundation-building cultivators, who were either talking loudly or trading treasures with each other, a lively scene.

However, after scanning around, Ye Chunyang did not find anything worthy of his attention, so he planned to retract his consciousness.

It seems that there is no gain today, and he can only go through the scene with Princess Hongxiao.

"Huh? It's him?"

Just as he was about to end his work, a strange flash of light flashed in Ye Chunyang's eyes. After thinking for a while, his consciousness extended to a certain venue.

In the meeting place where he had locked his sights, an old man in gray frowned slightly and sat at the front of the meeting place with a dignified face. He looked at the monks who were trading and auctioning on both sides with cold eyes, but he did not participate. It seemed that he was just here to maintain order.

Others seemed to respect the old man very much. Under his command, everything went smoothly and orderly.

This old man was Chu Kun, the only worshiper in the Ning Wang Mansion.

No one noticed that not long after he sat down, the old man surnamed Chu suddenly trembled slightly, and a complex look appeared in his eyes. At first, he was startled, then shocked, and finally puzzled.

But it didn't last long before he returned to normal.

On the other side, when the old man surnamed Chu was experiencing some strange changes, Ye Chunyang had gradually withdrawn his consciousness and still sat there without saying a word.

While he was secretly looking at the entire venue, the Qi Refining Stage venue also began. The man surnamed Lu and "Master Zhao" also walked into the venue together. The two first glanced at them and then sat down on the opposite seat.

It seemed that he recognized "Master Zhao". As soon as he entered the venue, he caused quite a stir. Many cultivators greeted him, which showed how famous he was.

"Master Zhao" did not have any arrogant attitude towards this, and responded one by one.

After some courtesy, the cultivators also took out treasures, either magic weapons and spiritual materials, or elixirs and talismans, and all kinds of appraisals and transactions were carried out happily. However, these items were really not worth mentioning in Ye Chunyang's eyes, so he lost interest, and Princess Hongxiao had not asked him to appraise treasures for her so far, so he simply closed his eyes and practiced in silence.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a cry came from my ear. Ye Chunyang opened his eyes and found that Princess Hongxiao was looking at something with her mouth slightly open, and her face was full of surprise.

At the same time, on the opposite side, the "Master Zhao" held a purple gourd and introduced it endlessly, with a proud look on his face.

"My fellow Taoists, my 'purple sand gourd' is a magic weapon for storage. It can seal both tangible and intangible objects. If any Taoist gets this, his strength will be greatly improved."

"Master Zhao" raised the purple sand gourd with one hand and pinched his fingers with the other hand to chant a spell. Then there was a muffled "bang" sound, and a violent gust of wind blew out. After a roll, several items around were collected and refined in an instant.

"What a treasure!"

"This purple sand gourd is really powerful. Master Zhao is really not an ordinary person to have such a magic weapon."

"This kind of magic weapon is simply unprecedented..."

For a moment, the whole audience was shocked, and they all looked at the purple sand gourd in the hands of "Master Zhao", with their eyes full of enthusiasm. They had just traded a lot of treasures, but compared with this thing, they were far inferior.

"Doctor Ye, what do you think of this treasure?" Princess Hongxiao also became excited, and it was obvious that she was very interested in this purple sand gourd.

Ye Chunyang glanced at it casually and shook his head secretly.

This purple sand gourd does have the effect of containing and refining, but it is only a top-grade magic weapon. The grade is too low, how can it be in his eyes. Of course, it is suitable for a cultivator at Princess Hongxiao's level.

However, when checking this purple sand gourd, Ye Chunyang found that it actually had some ancient treasure aura. It was probably some low-level magic weapon refined by ancient cultivators, nothing more.

"The fairy really values ​​this mortal, but this thing is a magic weapon for cultivators. I'm afraid that even if he rubs his eyes, he can't see what it is?"

Just when Ye Chunyang was thinking about telling Princess Hongxiao about the purple sand gourd, a faint sneer came from the opposite side, and the young man named Lu looked at him with disdain.

"This woman is strange. It is obviously a gathering of immortal cultivators, but she brought a mortal here. Could it be that she is blind?"

"Maybe she thinks this person can identify treasures for her, right?"

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The crowd around him burst into laughter, and they all sneered at Ye Chunyang.

Faced with everyone's teasing, Princess Hongxiao's face turned red with anger. She stood up in anger and was about to retort, but a hand came from beside her to stop her. Looking back, Ye Chunyang was slowly standing up. Come.

Princess Hongxiao was surprised, but after seeing Ye Chunyang's calmness, she calmed down unconsciously and sat back down.

"Master Zhao, right?" Ye Chunyang looked around, and finally landed on "Master Zhao", his face as calm as ancient water, "Your Excellency, this magic weapon does have some origins, and there are absorption and refining words engraved on it. The magic circle is used to promote the effectiveness of the magic weapon."

"You can actually see that there is a magic circle in Zhao's purple sand gourd, and you have some eyesight. If it weren't for your lack of cultivation, Zhao would not believe that you are a mortal." The "Master Zhao" said softly, There was a look of surprise on his face.

The young man named Lu and the other monks also looked stunned.

This purple sand gourd is quite mysterious, and ordinary monks may not be able to see it. It is really surprising to hear these words from a mortal.

Princess Hongxiao blinked and looked at Ye Chunyang with the same surprise. However, seeing the other party point out the function and efficacy of the purple sand gourd, her heart gradually filled with joy.

Although he knew that Ye Chunyang knew about the magic weapons of immortal cultivators, he did not expect that he had such a discerning eye. It seemed that inviting him to participate in this treasure appraisal conference was the right thing to do!

But at this time, Ye Chunyang paused, shook his head and sighed softly: "It's a pity, it's a pity..."

"What's a pity?"

"Master Zhao" raised his eyebrows and looked at Ye Chunyang with half-squinted eyes. The latter's calmness gave him a premonition that something was not good. However, as soon as this thought came to mind, "Master Zhao" began to laugh at himself again. The state of mind of an immortal cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining could be affected by a mortal. If it spread, it would make people laugh.

"Master Zhao's purple sand gourd is rare in the world. How can you, a mortal with no cultivation, understand it clearly? If you dare to talk nonsense again, don't blame me for teaching you a lesson!"

Before Ye Chunyang could speak, the young man named Lu chuckled first.

He had already had a lot of objections to Ye Chunyang when he entered the venue before, so of course he wanted to take the opportunity to humiliate him now, so that Princess Hongxiao could know who was worthy of her attention.

Ye Chunyang glanced at this person and sneered: "Unfortunately, although this purple sand gourd is somewhat magical, it is a consumable item and can only be used a limited number of times. Every time it is activated, the magic circle inside will weaken by one point. When the magic circle is completely destroyed, Go ahead, this purple sand gourd will become useless."

He squinted at the purple sand gourd in "Master Zhao's" hand and said calmly: "Speaking of the spiritual energy emitted by this magic weapon, if it is used more casually, it may be possible to activate it two or three more times, but your Excellency has already used it once. , I’m afraid the little spiritual energy left is even more depleted. I really don’t know what’s the use of spending a lot of money to buy such a waste?”

The whole place was silent.

The monks opened their mouths in surprise and did not close them for a long time.

Including Princess Hongxiao, everyone present looked at Ye Chunyang with wide eyes and disbelief. After a moment, they turned to "Master Zhao" and the young man named Lu, with questions clearly in their eyes.

"Master Zhao, what's going on? Is it true, as he said, that you are deceiving us with a semi-waste product?"

The closed disciple of "Xinghuo Zhenren" was the first to ask the question.

The others stared at "Master Zhao" with vaguely unkind eyes.

Although they wanted to get the treasure, they didn't want to be tricked for nothing. What Ye Chunyang said just now was so reasonable that even if they had doubts, they couldn't help but believe it.

Besides, the people present were all good people who often interacted with people. After hearing what Ye Chunyang said, they also vaguely saw some problems.

"Master Zhao"'s face gradually darkened when Ye Chunyang was halfway through speaking. The young man named Lu also seemed to know something, and he had the same ugly look on his face.

"How can a mortal like an ant see the treasures in the world of immortality? Fellow Taoists, please don't listen to his nonsense."

"Master Zhao" defended himself to everyone, and then said: "This kid is talking nonsense here and hindering my treasure appraisal. After I throw him out, I will explain the wonderful use of this purple sand gourd to you."

As he spoke, he took a step forward and stared at Ye Chunyang with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Are you really going to take action?" Ye Chunyang frowned, with a strange look on his face.