Nine Gods

Chapter 868 The Arrogant Old Man (3 More)
Otherwise, Lin Chen has been invincible in the Nascent Soul Realm for hundreds of years.

It is also invincible among monks in the early stage of transformation.

A metamorphosis transformed from the Book of Reincarnation and Shenlong.

There is also the assistance of seventh and eighth grade pills.

The four of them are all monks who have not reached the state of transforming gods for hundreds of years.

It goes without saying how big this ratio is.

However, there is no such thing as a cultivator in the state of transformation who wants to ascend to the spirit world.

No, it's millions of years.

No monk ever ascended again.

"Well, tell your boss to come out."

"There are a lot of transactions in this seat."

Lin Chen glanced at the old man at the Golden Core level, and said calmly.

The expression on his face was as cold as ice.

Even ice monks are nothing more than that.

"That's that, please, senior."

"I'm going to ask the elder to come and receive the senior."

The golden core monk saw Lin Chen's appearance.

Hearing what Lin Chen said again, his face lit up with joy.

Immediately pass the sound transmission in.

Finally, he brought Lin Chen to a quiet secret room.

After Lin Chen sat down at the coffee table, he waited quietly.

Savor the fragrant tea carefully.

Not long after, a monk who was also in the Nascent Soul Realm came out.

"Welcome fellow daoist to Ling Ao's auction house."

"I heard that Daoist friends need to trade a lot of items, so come here to serve Daoist friends."

Comers have reached their mid-term peak.

Even among the peak monks in the mid-term, they are considered top-notch existences.

A neat Tsing Yi.

It sets off the whole person more chicly.

The appearance of about 30 years old is enough to fascinate countless female cultivators.

"It's easy to say, I'm also a lazy person, and I haven't sorted out the things in the storage bag for a long time."

"I found that after hundreds of years, there are still many things that I can't use."

Lin Chen said with a smile.

He clasped his fists at the middle-aged monk in Tsing Yi.

Finally, with a movement of consciousness, the contents of a space ring flew out.

"Hey, not bad magic weapon."

The monk in Tsing Yi saw that Lin Chen definitely had a space ring.

There was also a look of envy on his face.

Finally, he turned his attention to the items that flew out of the space ring.

After Lin Chen got out the items of this space ring.

He took out a few more storage bags.

Suddenly, the entire secret room was piled up with a lot of items.

"I will count and estimate the price for fellow daoists."

A look of surprise appeared on the easy monk's face.

Pay more attention to Lin Chen.

Ordinary Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, where can they get so many magic treasures and ancient treasures?
He has already regarded Lin Chen as a person who kills people and seizes treasures.

But so what.

The world of comprehension was originally a world where the strong preyed on the weak, and killing people to seize treasures was normal.

Only monks who kill people and seize treasures are powerful monks.

Without strength, it is so possible to kill people and seize treasures.

This is simply to die.

Lin Chen nodded.

Just sitting in front of the coffee table and meditating with eyes closed.

Half an hour passed.

The middle-aged monk in Tsing Yi sorted out these items.

Quick calculations at the end.

I was delighted to value these items.

These items can be sold outside for a small profit.

But with me, I have to earn several times more spirit stones.

"Friend Daoist, these items have been calculated."

"Look, there are 130 seven spiritual weapons, and the spiritual weapons are the best."

"The total price is 750 million low-level spirit stones."

Lin Chen also secretly probed in his heart.

For hundreds of years, I have not killed the foundation-building monks.

Because those monks are not qualified to do it themselves.

However, the owners of these spirit artifacts are courting their own death.

They regarded Lin Chen and the others as prey.

Among them are the monks of the golden core realm, the monks of the golden core realm who use spiritual weapons.

Naturally, it is too poor to be poor.

"Four hundred low-level magic weapons and 670 middle-level magic weapons."

"What do you think of the price of 750 million low-level spirit stones?"

The middle-aged monk in Tsing Yi was shocked after reading these magic weapons and spiritual weapons.

There are only more than a hundred pieces of spiritual weapons, and more than 1000 pieces of magic weapons.

The owner of the magic weapon is at least a Jindan monk.

But the middle-level magic weapon belongs to the Nascent Soul Realm monks.

How many intermediate magic weapons do you have to kill?

The monk who fell into the hands of this Nascent Soul Realm monk.

There must be hundreds of them.

But these items are worth more than 8 million.

Even a cultivator in the realm of transforming spirits might not be able to produce so many spirit stones.

Now these spirit stones are to be handed over to this mid-term monk.

In other words, this monk will not lack spirit stones for his whole life.

Even if you establish a super sect, it's fine.

"750 million, a little less."

"This seat needs one billion low-level spirit stones."

"Fellow Daoist, just look at the quantity of these items and the spirit stones you've earned."

"You can earn at least 20 billion low-level spirit stones."

Lin Chen thought about it.

This price is still not too low. The auction house collects at a low price and sells at a high price.

Everyone understands that they won't suffer too much.

"Well, Fellow Daoist is also a person in the Tao, one billion is one billion."

"But fellow daoist, wait a minute, the number of one billion spirit stones is too large."

"Even if we sell the entire Ling Ao Auction House, it won't be worth a billion."

"I'm going to find the senior above to get the spirit stone."

The middle-aged monk in Tsing Yi pondered for a moment.

Seeing Lin Chen's expressionless face.

I knew that Lin Chen knew these things well.

One billion at a time is indeed a bit expensive.

But these items can at least make Ling Ao Auction House earn more than two billion Lingshi.

It can also make Ling Ao's auction house not lack of auction items for a period of time.

"Okay, this seat is waiting."

Lin Chen said lightly.

After finishing speaking, I stopped talking and sat here quietly.

There is no trace of fear.

Those who can be called seniors in the Nascent Soul Realm are all monks in the Transformation God Realm.

Either it is a top monk.

The middle-aged monk in Tsing Yi cupped his fists and left.

Go to a passage in the secret room.

Lin Chen did not stare at the middle-aged monk with his spiritual sense.

Art is high and courageous.

Even if a cultivator at the Transformation God Realm came, he would not be afraid at all.

Unless it is the mid-term transformation of the gods.

Even the metamorphosis in the mid-term will not kill him easily.

A quarter of an hour passed.

A slight sound of footsteps reached Lin Chen's ears.

Lin Chen slowly opened his eyes at the sound of two monks' footsteps.

Appearing in sight was a white-haired old man.

There was a trace of impatience on his face.

Behind is the middle-aged monk in Tsing Yi who just went out.

The white-haired old man is a great monk at the peak of the late stage.

His strength has also reached its peak, and one foot has already entered Huashen.

He saw Lin Chen sitting firmly on the chair.

The dissatisfaction on his face grew stronger.

"Fellow Daoist, this is my uncle Mingqing."

The middle-aged monk in Tsing Yi also knew that he disturbed the old man's cultivation, and the old man was dissatisfied.

He meant to ask Lin Chen to say hello to Mingqing.

"So it's fellow Taoist Ming Qing."

Lin Chen said lightly.

There was no respect in his tone.

Say hello like your peers.

(End of this chapter)