Brothers and sisters are all big brothers, but I am a small waste

Chapter 549 This is the last wish of the ancestors
Lu Qingli was not surprised. As the owner of Fenglingfang City, Zhu Boguang could never just be a spectator, and he had to express himself no matter what.

Besides, haven't you seen how anxious Miss Ji is in other people's heartbeats?Even if the sect master doesn't mention it, she will take the initiative to mention it, and do her best to help Miss Ji realize her wish.

Helping others is a virtue, and it is an excellent tradition of Tianwaitian from ancient times to the present. As a generation of immortals, it is even more important to take responsibility for yourself and carry forward this virtue.

Looking at the anticipation in Ji Xiangqin's eyes, Lu Qingli felt deeply proud of her lofty sentiments.

"This time Fenglingfang City opened, I didn't prepare any natural treasures, only a magic weapon passed down from our ancestors." Zhu Boguang said modestly.

"What magic weapon?" Everyone asked in unison.

Don't look at Zhu Boguang's humble words, but everyone present doesn't know the identity of his family's ancestors.That was one of the most outstanding Qi Dao masters in Tianwaitian's past, and was even hailed as a generation of Qi Dao masters. The magical weapons he passed down are of course not trivial.

Zhu Bowen didn't give a shit, and took out a magic weapon from the treasure bag.

"This is..." Seeing this magic weapon, everyone was stunned, and their eyes were full of doubts.

This is a palace lantern, but it is extremely damaged, and the whole body is even more embroidered. It looks like it was dug out of an old grave that was collapsed by a natural disaster.

Is this the masterpiece left by a generation of Qi Dao masters?

Lu Qingli was also taken aback, but she was not surprised or puzzled by the ancient and dilapidated magic weapon.

There was a trace of bewilderment in the depths of her eyes, which became deeper and farther away than ever before, as if caught in a long, long time ago memory.

"This magic weapon was not made by our ancestors, but it was obtained by chance when he experienced the Immortal Remains Mountain in his later years." Zhu Boguang didn't notice Lu Qingli's strangeness, but saw everyone's doubts, and explained.

"Xianyi Mountain!" Hearing his words, everyone was refreshed.

Xianyi Mountain is a mountain range located in the hinterland of Tianwaitian, with undulating mountains stretching for more than ten thousand miles.

Legend has it that thousands of monks died here in the turmoil after the end of the Dharma Era. Of course, no one knows the reason, but later generations find the magic weapon left by the senior monks here from time to time. , or practice secrets.

The name of Xianyi Mountain comes from this.

Although the vast majority of these fairy sword instruments have been completely damaged, and the cultivation secret books are also incomplete, and are useless except for remembering the predecessors, but there are also a very small number of them that are relatively well preserved.

As long as such a magic weapon of the fairy sword can be repaired with difficulty, it can display one-tenth of its power, and it is priceless, and it can be called a rare treasure.

"City Lord Zhu, how much are you going to offer for this magic weapon?" Immediately, someone asked excitedly.

"The starting price is 20 spirit stones." Zhu Boguang said.

This price is not expensive. If this magic weapon can still be used, or can be repaired, let alone 20, it can be sold for 200 million.

But if they can't be used, they can't be repaired at all. 20 spirit stones can buy a piece of scrap copper and rotten iron to go back. If they return to the fairy gate, they may be drowned by spit stars.

They are not Qinglan Xianmen, nor Ji Xiangqin, that prodigal woman.

"City Lord Zhu, do you dare to ask if this magic weapon can be used and repaired?" Chu Shifang asked cautiously.

The others didn't speak, but looking at Zhu Boguang, the same question was clearly written in their eyes.

"To tell you the truth, I don't know about this either." Zhu Boguang replied with a wry smile.

"You don't know?" Everyone frowned.

"It's not just me, even my ancestors don't know about it." Zhu Boguang explained, "When the ancestors found this magic weapon in their later years, they only felt that its refining technique was exquisite, so they wanted to restore it and pass it on from generation to generation as a family treasure. But for the rest of his life, he couldn't get what he wanted, and he couldn't even find out who kept this fairy artifact. This is also the greatest regret of the ancestors in his life.

When he was dying, the ancestor told his descendants that if after 500 years, the descendants of the Zhu family still cannot restore it, they will donate it to someone who is destined to do so.

Calculated, today is the period of 500 years.Presumably you all know that I am practicing the way of longevity, and although some descendants of the Zhu family have inherited the art of refining their ancestors, their talents are limited, and they are doomed to fail to fulfill their last wishes. "

Hearing this, everyone also laughed wryly: Even the ancestors of the Zhu family couldn't repair this magic weapon, let alone others?
Looking at the old and broken ancient lamp, no one spoke in the hall for a long time.

"Well, everyone, take a good look first, and you can try it. It might be a great opportunity." Of course Zhu Boguang knew what they were thinking, and he was not in a hurry, but walked towards the crowd with the palace lantern in his hand.

After all, it is also a treasure of the predecessors from Xianyi Mountain. Even if you don’t buy it, it’s good to have a look. Usually, you can’t see it if you want to.Everyone looked at the ancient lamp carefully, and some people tried to play the sacrificial vessel formula.

Because of the different types of magic tools and the different refining methods, the formulas used for sacrifices are usually also different.However, these formulas are similar and can be mixed in many cases, but it may not be possible to maximize the power of the magic weapon.

However, a famous elder of the immortal sect tried successively, but the ancient lamp remained silent.

Of course, everyone will not be disappointed. The ancestors of the Zhu family spent the rest of their lives without researching and understanding. They don’t know whether this ancient lamp can be used and whether it can be repaired. The board is about to overturn.

Of course, facing such a result, everyone completely gave up the idea of ​​making a move.

Zhu Boguang sighed secretly, feeling more and more disappointed.

Ji Xiangqin frowned, feeling more disappointed and depressed than them.

Lu Qingli didn't underestimate her, and of course she wouldn't underestimate Lu Qingli: People who don't have enough brains can't become alchemists, not to mention that Lu Qingli's alchemy is better than those old guys who have practiced alchemy all their lives. It's not that bad, maybe even stronger than the few old men she knows.

Blind people can tell that this magic weapon has probably been completely destroyed, and even the people in the fairy sect in the hall have wisely chosen to give it up, so how could she be so stupid?

It seems that it is impossible to teach her another lesson, to feel the comfort and joy of trampling her mortal enemy under her feet.

Lu Qingli had already put away her thoughts, her eyes swept over Ji Xiangqin from time to time.Noticing the disappointment and depression on her face that she couldn't even conceal, her heart moved slightly, and the imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth again.

Of course others couldn't notice this flashing smile, but Wen Ruyu could see it clearly.Although she knew that the person she was going to deal with was not herself, she still couldn't help feeling a chill in her heart, and the hairs on her back stood on end.

Seeing that everyone failed one by one, Zhu Bowen did not give up.

This is the last wish of the ancestor, no matter whether it is successful or not, he must try hard.

(End of this chapter)