Chapter 282 What is there that I am afraid of? 【3/4, please subscribe】
Chapter 282 What is there that I am afraid of? 【34, please subscribe】
"Hahaha, I've found a treasure this time!"
After the nun left
Wei Han at the stall finally couldn't help but smile.
The first-level pinnacle "Light-Splitting and Shadow-Transforming Sword Art" is definitely a good thing that ordinary casual cultivators cannot get their hands on. Even many disciples of immortal sects do not have this top-notch Qi Refining Sword Art, which is not inferior to the secret magical powers of the major sects.
If it weren't for this strange disaster, the female cultivator would definitely not be willing to take the things out to sell, but now it's a good deal for him.
"As expected, wealth and honor must be sought through risk!"
"System, deduce the "Light Splitting Shadow Sword Technique"!"
Wei Han gave the order happily in his heart.
【bite! The deduction function is activated. It is estimated that 55,000 merits are needed to deduce this sword technique. Do you want to continue? 】
"55,000? That's a lot!"
"The entire volume of the 'Lianchong Collection' only costs 300,000. It's just a Qi Refining Stage 'Lianchong Sword Technique', but it costs 55,000. The merits are really wasted."
Wei Han secretly smacked his lips in amazement and decisively clicked OK!
【bite! Merit deduction is successful, deduction begins...】
[Derivation in progress, please wait a moment...]
【bite! The deduction was successful. Congratulations on completing the entire "Spectral Shadow Sword Art"! 】
After a message prompt!
For no apparent reason, a long string of unfamiliar text appeared in Wei Han's mind.
As he closed his eyes to rest, he silently pondered the book of swordsmanship, and a surge of ecstasy surged in his heart.
"Amazing! It turns out that the sword is so mysterious!"
"The magic of the sword lies in the sword and the division! I didn't expect it to be so wonderful!"
The more Wei Han watched, the more excited he became.
He would verify his previous sword skills from time to time, and suddenly he felt that his sword skills were as rubbish as dog shit. He woke up as if he had been enlightened, and suddenly realized a lot of exquisite sword skills.
"The Light-Splitting and Shadow-Transforming Sword Art" is a technique that allows one sword to transform into thousands of shadows!
It requires at least three flying swords to practice, and the more flying swords one has, the greater the power it can exert.
A flying sword can transform into thousands of sword lights, rushing towards the enemy in an overwhelming manner. Some of them are real and some are fake, some are true and some are false, and the enemy can be killed in an instant. It is extremely powerful.
Wei Han was fascinated by what he saw!
He now has hundreds of thousands of spirit stones in his hands and doesn't care about the small amount of money he gets from krypton gold, so he decisively turns on the thousand-fold idle mode.
I believe that within half a month, he will have mastered this sword technique thoroughly. By then, will he be able to comprehend the legendary sword intent? It's really exciting!
"Daoyou, do you collect magical skills?"
At this time, another monk squatted in front of the stall.
He was about forty years old, wearing a gray robe, and had a pair of deep eyes with a hint of mystery as he stared straight at Wei Han.
"That's right!" Wei Han came back to his senses and nodded, saying, "Do you have any magical skills to sell? Whether it's spiritual stones, magic tools, elixirs, or even spiritual rice or monster meat, as long as you are willing to sell, I can satisfy you."
"oh?"
The middle-aged monk's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help showing a hint of confusion.
After hesitating for a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind. He gritted his teeth and said, "I do have a fire-attributed magical power. This skill is called "Heavenly Fire Coming to the World". It is a magical power that was passed down after the destruction of a medium-sized immortal sect!"
"It becomes incredibly powerful after practicing it. It is a hundred times more powerful than ordinary first-level peak spells. If you are not a true disciple of the immortal sect, you are not qualified to practice it!"
"If I hadn't been trapped in this damn place, I would never have taken it out. If you want it, take the 100,000 Spiritual Stones!"
"One hundred thousand?"
Wei Han looked weird!
He dares to make an offer without even seeing the item. This guy is a bit impatient.
"I have no shortage of spirit stones, but I don't know if the things are real?" Wei Han answered with a smile.
The middle-aged monk's eyes lit up, and he quickly patted his chest and assured: "Don't worry, fellow Daoist, you can check the goods first!"
After saying that, he handed over a jade slip!
Wei Han took it and took a look. It did indeed record a seemingly mysterious fire-attributed magical power, but he could only see a small part of the front part, and the rest was sealed.
"Forgive me, fellow Daoist." The middle-aged cultivator pretended to apologize and said, "I dare not show you the whole magical power. What if you don't buy it? Wouldn't I be at a big loss?"
“I understand!” Wei Han smiled, threw the jade slip over and said, “But your magical power is too powerful, I’m afraid I’m not worthy of it, you should find another buyer!”
"you?"
The middle-aged monk's face changed drastically!
His face suddenly turned red as if he had been tricked.
Wei Han was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. This kind of liar was trying to fool people. He really didn't know how to live or die. As soon as he touched the jade slip, he knew it was a fake because the system didn't even prompt to include it.
“Fellow Daoist, do you think it’s too expensive?” The middle-aged cultivator suppressed his anger and squatted down and said, “How about this, I’m willing to make another concession. You can take the 80,000 spirit stones.”
"You don't even want eight spirit stones? Get out!" Wei Han waved his hands impatiently.
"You?" The middle-aged cultivator was furious and said angrily, "Okay! Everyone, come and see, someone is robbing me here. He stole my ancestral magical jade slip and didn't want to pay me. Come and judge for yourself!"
Followed by his shouts!
The people around looked over curiously.
The middle-aged monk continued to shout in anger, "Everyone, please give me justice. This man said he wanted to collect my magical skills, but after looking at my jade slip, he refused to pay. He is clearly a liar!"
"It's not over yet, is it?"
Wei Han grabbed the other person angrily and started to serve him.
The terrifying slap hit the other person's face fiercely, making him dizzy, bruised and swollen, and even a few teeth flew out.
"You? You? How dare you?" the middle-aged monk wailed in shock.
"What am I afraid of?" Wei Han glared at his surroundings in a ferocious manner, and said unhappily, "Any Tom, Dick, or Harry would dare to come to my stall to set up a trap, right? Where are your accomplices? Come out!"
That’s it!
Wei Han snatched the jade slip from his hand again and threw it away like garbage.
"Come on, everyone, take a look at this fire-attributed magical power. He wanted to sell it for 100,000 spirit stones, but today he's giving it away for free!" Wei Han teased, "If anyone is interested, pick it up quickly. Maybe you can practice it into a peerless magical power."
"Hahaha!"
There were bursts of laughter in the crowd.
Everyone who hangs around in the black market is a shrewd person.
After Wei Han said this, even a fool would understand what was going on.
The jade slip was thrown on the ground and no one even looked at it.
"You? Just wait!"
The middle-aged monk left a harsh remark in shame and anger, then turned around and fled in embarrassment.
Wei Han sneered disdainfully and was too lazy to get angry with him. How could such a swindler have the ability to threaten him? It's just a few polite words. It would be a waste of time to respond to him.
"Everyone, if anyone has any magical skills, please come and talk to us. If you miss this opportunity, you will never get it again!"
Wei Han shouted at the crowd.
Continue to sit in the stall with eyes closed, waiting for the next target to take the bait.
He concluded that among the many independent cultivators in Xishan City, there must be someone who has good things, so he was not in a hurry and just waited quietly.
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