There are spiritual roots, and the two spiritual roots of wood and water are produced. The cultivation efficiency of the two spiritual roots is generally only about half that of the heavenly spiritual roots. However, if you can cooperate with a more suitable technique and use the mutual generation and mutual assistance of the spiritual roots, such as wood and metal produce water, water moisten wood, fire produce earth, etc., it can speed up the cultivation speed to a certain extent. It is relatively easier to break through the cultivation bottleneck. The cultivation speed is not much slower than the heavenly spiritual roots. No wonder this little boy named Jin Linfeng practiced wood attribute exercises for three years and reached the third level of Qi refining.

Without hesitation at the moment, he shouted loudly: "President Wu, this disciple Wuji Sect wants it. How about thirty low-grade spirit stones?"

Everyone looked at him in the sound, looking at him like an idiot. It was understandable that they refused Xue Wuya forty low-grade spirit stones, but it was not worth it to spend thirty low-grade spirit stones for an ugly boy. The spiritual roots are illusory, how could it be that Wu Dazhi said there is something?

Wu Dazhi was overjoyed. Thirty low-grade spirit stones had far exceeded his expectations. He nodded and said yes. He led the boy forward and completed the transaction. The boy named Jin Linfeng was sensible and followed Sun Shixiong silently, as if he had completely regarded himself as a disciple of the Wuji Sect.

Wu Dazhi put thirty low-grade spirit stones in a storage bag and returned to the seat happily. The number of low-grade spirit stones submitted by the ancient sword sect every year is twenty-three. Now, not only has the task been completed successfully, but also has seven low-grade spirit stones left. The price is only to lose a disciple who may have spiritual roots, which is extremely cost-effective.

According to the strength ranking of the sect, the Wuji Sect came down from the Gu Jian Sect, so it was Mo Wentian's turn. He pondered for a long time and felt that although the sect was on the right track, the disciple's cultivation was still too weak. It was a pity that the priest sister had stagnant due to lack of space-attributed martial arts secrets. Now that the sects are gathering, some people might have space-attributed martial arts secrets.

Speaking of this thought, he said loudly: "You guys, there is a junior sister below. No matter what kind of practice the Five Elements, her cultivation will stagnate. Therefore, I want to ask for a few other practices outside the Five Elements to let her try her luck so that she will not waste time."

As soon as this was said, the monks in the palace burst into laughter, feeling that Mo Wentian was extremely ridiculous. Wu Dazhi had just started his business, and he felt good about him. He whispered: "Master Mo, your junior sister probably has no spiritual roots. There is no need to spend a lot of spiritual stones to buy a secret book that is completely unusable. It would be better to buy more spiritual pills to increase her cultivation. Wouldn't this be more affordable?"

The heads of all sects agreed and nodded, but there were also several sects who wanted to take advantage of the fire to rob.

Ren Pingzhi, the head of Huijian Sect, has always bullied the weak and feared the strong. He bullied the young Wuji Sect and said loudly: "Master Mo, Ren has a middle-level blood-attribute martial art "Blood Spirit Sutra". Why not let your junior sister try it? Maybe your junior sister is a blood-spirit root cultivator."

Mo Wentian's heart moved. Judging from the current situation, although the blood-attributed technique is of no use to Wuji Sect, maybe one day he will receive a disciple of the blood-attributed root. This blood-attributed secret book will be of great use, so it is better to be prepared for any trouble. He said in a deep voice: "President Ren, how do you plan to sell this Blood-attributed Sutra?"

Ren Pingzhi laughed and said, "This Blood Spirit Sutra is not expensive, it only costs 100 low-grade spirit stones."

Mo Wentian's pupils shrank, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He could naturally hear that Ren Pingzhi bullied him for his young age and actually blackmailed the spirit stone. He said with a cold face: "Then please put it away! Although the Blood Spirit Sutra is good, Mo's spirit stone did not grow from the ground."

Ren Pingzhi looked upset and was about to be angrily scolded, Yin Qianxi suddenly interrupted, "President Ren is just a mid-level magic "Blood Spirit Sutra". You actually sold a hundred low-grade spirit stones. It's too unscrupulous!"

Ren Pingzhi's expression changed drastically. He didn't expect Yin Tianxi to speak for Mo Wentian. If he had known this, he wouldn't have caused trouble with Wuji Sect. He regretted it now.

Yin Qianxi continued: "I have a high-level spell here, but it's a little damaged, so I don't sell it much, just twenty low-grade spirit stones."

Mo Wentian sneered in his heart. Yin Qianxi, the old man, and Ren Pingzhi, were all the way. As expected, he didn't have a good intention. He said calmly: "But I don't know what attribute is this high-level spell by Master Yin?"

"Space attribute!" Yin Qianxi's voice was a little cold, and he spitted out these four words from his mouth word by word.

"What? It's actually a space attribute?" Mo Wentian was overjoyed, but his expression was extremely indifferent on his face, and he seemed not to be moved. After thinking for a long time, he said firmly: "Transaction!" He made up his mind that no matter what Yin Qianxi's idea was, he would not let go of this secret book of space attribute martial arts.

"Okay!" Yin Qianxi laughed and was very happy. He obtained the advanced skill of this "Ethereal Art" by chance, but it was incomplete. The content was only one-quarter of the original secret book and could not be practiced at all. Since he obtained this secret book, he was thrown in the corner of his storage bag like garbage. If he hadn't wanted to cheat Mo Wentian, he might have thrown it away when he cleaned the storage bag that day.

Mo Wentian took out twenty low-grade spirit stones from the storage bag without saying a word and went forward to trade. After Yin Qianxi put away the spirit stone, he sneered, took out a worn wooden slip from the storage bag and threw it over. Mo Wentian grabbed it in his hand, his mind flew over it, and his face changed drastically, and he said unhappily: "President Yin, your secret book of "Ethereal Art" is incomplete and only a small part of it can't be cultivated."

A sneer flashed in Yin Qianxi's eyes and said disdainfully: "Master Mo, I have said that this secret book is a bit damaged. You insist on buying it, but who can you blame? Besides, you want to buy it with a complete high-level spell with attributes. It's a pity that you want to buy twenty low-grade spirit stones."

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing loudly. Suddenly, many sect leaders also laughed loudly. In their eyes, it seemed that Mo Wentian was the sensational clown.

Under the eyes of the heads of the sects, Mo Wentian's face was gloomy and calm. After a long time of silence, he returned to the seat with a free expression, as if he did not take the ridicule of others to heart.

Zhang Haiyun also laughed dryly, looked around, and waited for the noise to be quiet, then said loudly: "Sir, I believe that this trade fair has all got what I need. It's not too early, I will set up a banquet in Feiyun Pavilion, and I hope you can enjoy the glory."

"Elder Zhang is so polite!" The heads of the sects bowed and thanked him repeatedly.

Zhang Haiyun laughed loudly, shook his sleeves and let everyone disperse. Mo Wentian then stood up and led Sun Shixiong and Jin Linfeng to follow the crowd and out of the Jinyu Pavilion.

He didn't want to attend any Laozi banquet. The Wuji Sect is weak and has no reputation. He will inevitably be embarrassed by other sects at the banquet. He can't guarantee whether he will be able to bear it next time?

While the three of them were walking towards the room, someone followed from behind and said loudly: "Master Mo, please stay."

Mo Wentian stopped in shock and turned around and saw an old man with a black face and white beard, strode and followed him. It was Xue Wuya, the head of Qingling Sect.

Mo Wentian couldn't help but say, "President Xue, why don't you attend the banquet? What's the point of finding me?"

"I always like quietness. Although the banquet is good, it is really like a needle and a boring food. It is better to bother Mr. Mo. Isn't it great to drink tea and discuss matters?"

Mo Wentian laughed and claimed in a second. However, he knew in his heart that Xue Wuya must have something important to find him. It happened that he had a sect alliance task that had not been done yet, and he also asked for it. He hurriedly said, "Sect Master Xue, please invite me, let's go back to the room to talk in detail."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his left hand and asked Xue Wuya to go first. He, Sun Shixiong and Jin Linfeng followed behind. After the few returned to the room, Sun Shixiong brewed a pot of hot tea, then closed the door and retreated with Jin Linfeng.

The two of them took the seats. Xue Wuya picked up the teacup and took a sip of spiritual tea. Then he said, "This time I came, first, Master Mo sold it to me at a low price at the trade fair, which made me very grateful. I thanked Master Mo. Second, I was shameless and asked Master Mo for help if I had something to do?"
Chapter completed!