Zhanxian

“A few jin of top-grade spirit stones?”

The voice hesitated, and then did not say anything. It seemed that the richness of the wealth had a similarly rich and powerful atmosphere, at least to make certain rules less important in an instant.

Although the bear and wolf did not know how much spirit stones the Leopard had, but they knew that there were no such top-grade spirit stones. Listening to Yang Chen’s yell had both sweating in secret. But no one dared to say anything, whether it was Yang Chen or the book building, they could not afford to offend any of them.

An old man with a long beard slowly walked out from behind, holding a cane in his hand like he had been walking with it for a few years. The walking stick should have been made from a tree stalk, it wasn’t even trimmed, and still kept its branches. However, the place where it was held was already smooth, no one knew how long it had been held to become like that.

Seeing this old man, Yang Chen’s gaze fell directly on the walking stick. It seemed to be an ordinary walking stick, but he found it to be a branch of ironwood. It was a good thing for refining wood attributed magic weapons. It was almost equal to Penglai Divine Wood.

The shape of the cane was the natural shape of a branch, but whoever believed that the wood had not been sacrificial refined was a fool. However, unlike the human cultivators, the monster cultivators were more willing to retain the natural form of the iron wood, rather than having them as flying swords after refinement.

“There is a big sale?”

The old man shuddered and sat down. He glanced at Yang Chen in the front pocket and asked him. The sound was not loud nor harsh but very peaceful.

“The younger generation wants to buy the highest level of cultivation method you have.”