On the fourth floor of Wenfeng Pagoda, a female disciple from the Six Path Alliance came forward and said with a smile like a flower: "Supreme Immortal, are you here to participate in the trade fair?"

"Trade Fair?" Mo Wentian frowned, as if he was a little puzzled, but he didn't say anything.

Seeing that he had not spoken for a long time, the female disciple naturally regarded it as a default, and said with a smile: "Grand Immortal, please come down here to change your clothes!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she led the way like a willow, leading the confused Mo Wentian into a room.

The female disciple smiled and took out a black cloak and a pair of leopard-faced mask from the storage bag. The light flashed on it, which was obviously a spell attached to the magical sense to snoop.

Mo Wentian looked a little puzzled and hesitated: "This girl, are you going to let me change into this suit?"

The female disciple smiled like a silver bell and said, "It's my first time to come to the top of Wenfeng Tower to participate in the VIP Fair held by the Six Path Alliance!"

She laughed a few times like a silver bell, and then patiently explained: "The Six Path Alliance emphasizes harmony and wealth. Not only does it not interfere in the disputes of the sects, but it also does not want to see unpleasant things in the business world. Therefore, it is hereby formulated rules. Any monk who participates in the top floor trade fair of Wenfeng Tower must wear a cloak to hide his body shape, and wear the special mask of this alliance that is isolated from the spy of spiritual sense."

Mo Wentian suddenly realized and immediately understood. He thought to himself that the Six Path Alliance was considerate. If they were all wearing masks to participate in the trade fair, they would not know each other, and even life and death enemies could trade happily.

The measures to keep the VIP identity of the Six Path Alliance relieve Mo Wentian a lot. Although he successfully built the foundation, the foundation of the Wuji Sect is still weak and is far from a rival to the six major sects. It is better to keep a low profile.

Speaking of this thought, he did not hesitate at all. He put on the black cloak and then put the leopard-face mask on his face, leaving only a pair of bright eyes outside.

The woman's eyes lit up, as if she was impressed by Mo Wentian's style. After a long time of rest, she came to her senses and smiled at the corner of her mouth: "Supreme Immortal, please follow me to the top of the tower."

As soon as she finished speaking, she gently opened her delicate body, slowly led the way in front, and continued to walk towards the next floor.

Mo Wentian followed her slowly and walked through a long corridor. His eyes suddenly lit up, as if he was walking into the magnificent hall. The ground was covered with golden silk felt, twenty-four pairs of glazed lamps were hung on the beams, and sixteen white marble pillars stood at the four corners, all of which were inlaid with huge night pearls, and the hall was covered with brilliance.

In the hall, dozens of sandalwood tables and chairs were arranged in rows, and more than a dozen monks sat quietly on them, but they were all no exception. They were wearing black cloaks and various beast-face masks on their faces.

At the greeting of the female disciple, Mo Wentian came to a relatively remote place to sit down, took out a few low-grade spirit stones from the storage bag, and threw them on the table casually.

The female disciple looked happy and quickly thanked her respectfully, put away the spirit stones on the table, and then stepped back.

Not long after she left, dozens of low-level female cultivators came forward like butterflies, and presented spiritual fruits and spiritual wine to the seat for those monks to enjoy.

Mo Wentian picked up the wine cup and tasted it briefly, and waited silently. Seven or eight monks walked into the hall one after another, looking for a seat to sit down.

A monk wearing a bear-face mask walked over and sat down with a golden sword. Before the man could serve wine and food, he reached over and snatched the wine pot on Mo Wentian's mat, raised his head and poured a few mouthfuls, wiped his mouth, and laughed: "It's really refreshing!"

Mo Wentian looked over with an unhappy expression, but was glared back by the monk's one-eyed eyes and said in a fierce tone: "I'll drink a sip of wine for you, are you dissatisfied?"

Mo Wentian's face became cold and murderous intent surged in his heart. Even if he didn't use insight, just looking at the monk's one-eyed one-eyed real person like a copper bell, he would know that this person was a one-eyed real person.

But at this moment, the chime sounded, and a gray-haired foundation-building monk walked towards the front of the hall, looked around with a very godly eyes, coughed lightly and said, "I am the real person in charge of Wenfeng Tower, and I hosted this trade fair. Do you have any opinions?"

Including Zheng Chengzhen, who was guarding the ground import, Jie Yu, who was in charge of the auction, and the foundation-building monks responsible for identifying treasures, there are seven foundation-building real people from the Six Path Alliance throughout Wenfeng Pagoda. The treasure-conscious real person ranks third in the middle stage of foundation-building cultivation, and his identity is extremely noble, so naturally no one has any objections.

Shibao Zhenren continued, "Fellow Taoists, this trade fair is still the same as before. Wenfeng Pagoda will take out some treasures for auction first, and then you can exchange them freely."

Speaking of this, he looked around and said with a smile: "Now start auctioning the first item."

As soon as he finished speaking, a disciple of the Six Path Alliance came up, holding a long jade plate in his hand, covered with a layer of black cloth, but he didn't know what treasure was placed inside?

The real person of Shibao stepped forward, uncovered the black cloth, and exposed the items contained inside.

Everyone looked around and saw a golden talisman crafting pen lying quietly on the red cotton jade plate. The pen holder was extremely straight, about the thickness of an adult's little finger, and the carved formation pattern was shiny.

The real person in Shibao said with a smile: "The golden feather and jade bone pen, a low-grade magic weapon, is made from the nose bone of the fourth-level monster toe bone beast, and the tail hair of the fourth-level monster golden feather eagle. It starts at a price of 800 yuan for the low-grade spirit stone."

Unexpectedly, the first treasure auctioned by the treasure real person was actually a talisman-making pen. The monks present were slightly surprised. The talisman-making pen and alchemy furnace were both as precious as the alchemy furnace, and its price was far more than that of the same level of magic weapons. Generally speaking, any talisman-making pen that became a magic weapon had the power to increase the talisman-making rate. Even a talisman-making rate of 10% had to be devoted to the energy of the talisman-making master. However, once the talisman-making rate was improved, it meant that the lower the cost of talisman-making cost, and countless talisman-making materials could be saved. If it accumulates over the years, what a shocking wealth would it be?

As long as you are a talisman maker, such treasures must not be missed. Even if you are not a talisman maker, the elders of the six major sects here have cultivated third-level talisman makers in their respective sects, forcing them to consider the sects.

Mo Wentian was also very moved. He wanted to train Mu Yuxuan to become a fourth-level talisman maker. In the early stage, he didn't know how much refining materials he had to invest. However, with the talisman making pen of low-grade magic weapons, it not only saved countless talisman making materials, but more importantly, Mu Yuxuan's talisman making skills can be improved as soon as possible.

While he was moved, he used insight techniques from afar to view the information about the talisman making pen.

Magic weapon name: Golden Feather Jade Bone Pen

Magical treasure grade: Low-grade magic weapon

Magic weapon functions: The talisman manufacturing rate of talismans below the third level is increased by 20%; the talisman manufacturing rate of talismans of 10%; the talisman manufacturing rate of talismans of 4th level is not effective; talismans above the fourth level cannot be refined.

The talisman-making pen of a low-grade magic weapon can only refine talismans below the fifth level. Forcibly refining talismans will definitely fail, but even so, it is rare and valuable. With a talisman maker, you can make talismans. Although it is not easy to train a talisman, if you succeed in making talismans, you will continue to earn spirit stones.

Of course, all the monks here understand this truth, and someone immediately started bidding.

A monk wearing a mask of faces said loudly: "The golden feather and jade bone pen is willing to produce 750 low-grade spirit stones."

A monk wearing a tiger-faced mask laughed and said, "Although I can't use the talisman-making pen for the low-grade magic weapon, it is something that the sect needs, and I bid for 800 low-grade spirit stones!"

This person did not change his voice intently. The monks present immediately knew his identity. Even Mo Wentian could hear it. It was Fen Tian Zhenren from the Xuantian Sword Sect.

As soon as Fen Tian Zhenren finished speaking, a monk wearing a fish-faced mask sneered: "Old Ghost of Fen Tian, ​​your Xuantian Sword Sect wants to buy a golden feathered and jade bone pen? I am willing to give out a thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

One thousand low-grade spirit stones are enough to stop. The real person of Fen Tian has been thinking for a long time. Even though it is rare to make a talisman pen, thousands of low-grade spirit stones are quite worthless. So he snorted heavily and gave up the auction of the Golden Feather and Jade Bone Pen.

Mo Wentian used insight to check it out and saw that the man was Gui Jian, the third elder of Qiankun Sect. He was also very moved by the golden-feathered Jade Bone Pen. Even if he wanted thousands of low-grade spirit stones, he would not hesitate to fight for it. He suddenly said loudly in the silence: "Golden-feathered Jade Bone Pen, you are bidding for 1,200 low-grade spirit stones!"

He increased the price of 200 low-grade spirit stones at one time, showing the momentum that he was sure to win at the golden feather and jade bones. The real man Guijian, wearing a fish-faced mask, smiled sinisterly, but stopped talking.

The True Man of Shibao smiled slightly and looked around and said, "Fellow Taoists, golden feathers and jade bone pens, 1,200 low-grade spirit stones, are there any one who bid higher?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the one-minded real person sitting next to Mo Wentian laughed and said, "Golden Feather Jade Bone Pen, I'm bidding for 1,04 low-grade spirit stones!"

Mo Wentian frowned and said in a plain voice: "One thousand six hundred low-grade spirit stones!"

The one-eyed real man sneered in his heart, thinking to himself that you are just a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, an ant-like existence. Even if you rely on the care of your elders, how can you fight with Master Dao?

Although Mo Wentian was wearing a mask, it was difficult to know his true appearance, but his cultivation of Qi Refining Great Perfection could not be concealed by the monks present, so others naturally didn't know that he did it on purpose.

The one-minded real man had just entered the hall and with the sensing of his spiritual sense, he knew that he was the Qi Refining Cultivator who was disrespectful to him, so he deliberately sat next to him and looked for trouble.
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