Chapter 480 Selected Candidates

Six hundred thousand spirit crystals!

The barter conference has just begun, and the first spiritual item has directly reached a height that many warriors can't look up to, and everyone is looking at the rooftop where the bid is made.

In the Shenzi rooftop, Bai Jiuxiao was startled.

The soul crystal is really important to the Jiulingbo tribe. Since the high priest of the clan disappeared, the nine main lines of the Jiulingbo clan fought with each other for the position of the clan leader. Too much background, even caused damage to the totem.

In order to restore the totem spirit in the clan, the only two remaining soul crystals in the clan have been consumed. It is precisely because he heard the appearance of the soul crystal in Daxia that he was ordered by the clan to come here.

For the Jiulingbo tribe, the soul crystal has exceeded its original value, and it is related to the inheritance and development of the tribe

"Seven hundred thousand spirit crystals."

After pondering for a while, Bai Jiuxiao quoted the price again.

He looked down at the roof of the Xinshan brand name. Bobu's forces were placed on the fifth floor, and the fourth floor was a strong man in casual cultivation. Even a warrior at the peak of Shenzang, for him Jiuling Nothing.

"One million low-grade spirit crystals."

In the stone pavilion, the old god Long Xiangsheng was always there, he had already been instructed in advance, don't be afraid to bid high, anyway, he is here for show, good things must not be left outside.

In a word, Bai Jiuxiao's face turned ashen directly. This is clearly not giving him the face of the Jiuling Bobu. In addition to its actual value, of course the main problem is that it cannot be afforded.

In the end, Bai Jiuxiao didn't speak any more. The one million spirit crystals already exceeded the sum of the spirit crystals he had brought. He squinted his eyes and looked at the roof of Xinshan brand name, his eyes shining brightly.

In the end, without any surprise, the Soul Crystal was obtained by Long Xiangsheng in full view of everyone.

Regarding this, Fat Brother smiled lightly, and then took out a ground soldier with a whole body like fire, which ranks in the middle level of the ground level, and is beneficial to warriors below the seventh level of the Divine Hidden Realm.

"This gilt fire red dragon gun is cast with red fire god gold, and it is a middle-grade earth soldier."

Fat Brother tapped the Red Dragon Spear lightly with his fingers, and dragon patterns bloomed on the spear immediately, and a fire dragon soared into the sky, with blazing flames mixed with sharp edges.

"Good gun!"

"I offer 13,000 spirit crystals."

"Eighteen thousand yuan!"

"Twenty thousand low-grade spirit crystals."

"Twenty-eight thousand low-grade spirit crystals."

...

"Forty-two thousand low-grade spirit crystals."

The gilded fire red dragon gun of the middle grade of the ground level has caused many warriors to compete, and many warriors of the gods and Tibetans in the rooftops, especially casual cultivators, are vying to shoot.

In the end, the fire dragon gun was exchanged for 51,500 spirit crystals.

Fat Brother then took out three low-rank and middle-rank ground soldiers, as well as the formation map of the low-rank ground rank, which attracted many warriors to fight for them, and there were also some quasi-ground soldiers suitable for Tianmai realm warriors. There are a lot of them, dozens of them.

For such a weapon, no one in the suspended rooftop fought for it, but more than a thousand warriors below kept fighting for it.

...

"The high-grade Qinglian sword of the ground level is made of cold water and cold iron. It is a high-grade ground soldier."

Finally, after taking out dozens of spiritual objects, Fat Brother took out a heavyweight treasure again, this ground soldier came from the former Luoshuibo tribe.

Decades ago, Kuilei destroyed Linghe, Luoshui destroyed Kuilei, and Daxia destroyed Luoshui, so the things of the last three major tribes fell into the hands of Daxia.

The Qinglian sword is three feet long, with azure blue light emerging, concluding a nearly complete dao rhyme, waves of water and mystery permeate, and for a while, it seems to have evolved a blue ocean in the eyes of everyone.

As soon as the sword came out, some of the strong men on the rooftop who were in the late stage of Shenzang showed interest.

...

The barter conference was in full swing, and in the depths of the cave, Xia Tuo had already identified the candidates who had been screened.

There were more than one hundred casual cultivators who came to the Great Xia Bartering Conference this time, and he selected 15 of them, and the most powerful one was the warrior who was suspected to be the seventh level of the divine treasure hidden in the Great Xia Clan Domain.

The remaining fourteen warriors are all older, and their strengths are mostly between the first and fifth levels of Shenzang, and there is only one person in the sixth level of Shenzang.

As for why he didn't choose the casual cultivator of the Ninth Layer of Shenzang, firstly, there is no shortage of strong people at the peak of Shenzang in Daxia, and secondly, the powerhouses at the peak of Shenzang are difficult to control. What he needs is to be able to take root in the Daxia clan. Only in this way can we enhance the ethnic heritage.

The strength can be a little bit lower, the first thing is to be stable.

It doesn't matter if you are older, the older you are, the more secure you are, and you can get your foothold in one place, spread your branches and leaves, and become a part of the Great Xia. If your blood is in the right age, and there is a possibility of going further, how can you be willing to live in one place.

"Is it just these people?"

The news from Jianling was manifested on the psychic witch tablet, and he was a little surprised why Xia Tuo only chose so few people, and they were all very old. If a discerning person sees that the road to martial arts has almost come to an end.

It is not enough to take these people to develop, but it is more than enough to defend the city.

"Yep."

Xia Tuo's spirit was imprinted on the Wu Bei, and then the news was passed on to Jian Ling.

"Big Xia needs them to stabilize the place and take root in all parts of the clan. As for the casual cultivators who charge into battle are not reliable, we have to do it ourselves, Da Xia.

Older casual cultivators are easier to recruit. They have spent most of their lives, experienced various scenes, and have taken too many things lightly, so they think less about things that do not fit the reality. "

Then Xia Tuo distributed the list of selected warriors to other people respectively, planning to contact each other after the barter meeting and take the opportunity to recruit, while he went to recruit the mysterious warrior hidden in the Great Xia Clan Domain.

You must know that after the family domain is brought under control, many things that happened on this vast land, most of the clan's fortune Ziqi will react, and it can hide Ziyun's perception, but the seventh heaven of Shenzang can't do it.

He didn't pay too much attention to the barter conference. With the fat brother present and several entrustments arranged, as long as the news about the fake spiritual objects that were deliberately spread was not leaked, the barter conference would be considered a successful conclusion.

As for the warriors who came to participate in the barter conference, if they couldn't get the spiritual items, they could only say that the price they paid was low, and who could be blamed.

Although it is a bit shameless to say this, all the warriors who came to barter were shaken by Da Xia.

But someone in Xia is shameless in the first place, as long as the goal can be achieved, the process is not important, and everyone has worked hard to contribute to the construction of Great Xia.

...

The whole process of the Barter Conference was planned by him, so naturally he didn't care what the situation was, put away the psychic witch tablet, and Xia Tuo quietly left the cave.

On the top terrace of the Black Dragon Pavilion, the wind was blustery, and Moxie had been sitting cross-legged here, looking at the stone tower standing in the city.

"Where is that old man?"

Moxie pointed to the location to the southwest.

"In the food gate there, I haven't moved at all, and I have been eating medicinal food for a whole day."

Hearing this, Xia Tuo nodded, the mysterious old man in black robe was a thorn in his eyes, and the more confused he was, the more disturbing he was.

Then he ordered aloud: "Continue to observe the affairs in the city."

After ordering Moxie, Xia Tuo stepped out, fell into the stone path, mixed into the crowd in the blink of an eye, and headed towards the southwest of the city.

He was going to meet the black-robed old man again to see if he could come up with something. After all, under the premise that Dongtian Holy Land was going to take action to plunder luck, it was definitely not a random event that such a totem species appeared in his hand. .

Is the old man from the Cave Heaven Holy Land?

The breath of the totem species cannot be faked, and if something weird happens, there must be a demon.

The highest floor of the 30-foot-tall food hall is transparent all around, and you can see the scene in the square stone path, where the old man in black robe is sitting cross-legged, gorging on medicinal food.

"You came."

Spit out a bone, and the old man's hoarse voice sounded.

In response, Xia Tuo stepped into the stone pavilion. The old man entered the city and did not participate in the barter meeting. It can be seen that he did not give up and still wanted to plant the petrified totem to him.

Seeing that the old man is always there, he seems to be sure that he will come, he sneered a little, you are playing tricks on other people's land, and the master does not come out to drive away talents.

"My big summer is really destined to belong?"

Xia Tuo walked across to the old man and said softly.

"With the favor of the innate totem, it is naturally the destiny."

The old man's eyes were always cloudy, as if he was a twilight old man.

"It seems that my big summer is not the real destiny."

"The totem is the destiny. You have harvested the totem seed and let it come back to the world proudly. What is it if it is not the destiny?"

"My Daxiali clan is only a hundred years old, and I stand proudly in the wild northwestern region, shoulder to shoulder with the Bobu who has been passed down for thousands of years. Do you think it is the destiny of destiny?"

Hearing this, the old man shook lightly.

"Then you see if I count as destiny."

The old man still shook his head.

Xia Tuo chuckled, the old man's eyesight is not very good, he can't even tell his origin, of course he couldn't see it, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep well.

fraud!

"why are you laughing?"

Feeling the disdain exuded by Xia Tuo, the old man's expression was finally no longer indifferent this time.

"Do you think Jumu Bobu has a destiny?"

Showing a bit of playfulness, Xia Tuo whispered softly: "Do you think Heilong Bobu has a destiny?"

Unable to figure out the origin of the old man, he could only use one trick to shake the mountain and reveal some things he knew.

Sure enough, he saw the old man's expression change, but soon the gleam in his eyes faded.

In the depths of the old man's muddy eyes, there was a changing light, but it was hidden under the eyelids, and Xia Tuo did not notice it.

Looking at Xia Tuo, the old man said softly: "The destiny belongs to the human race. If you are a human race, you have a destiny. If you are not a human race, you don't have a destiny."

"Is Jumu Bobu a human race?"

"Destiny, do you want it or not!"

Regarding Xia Tuo's question, the abrupt old man's eyes became sharp all of a sudden, and the surrounding void seemed to turn into a boundary. Xia Tuo only felt a terrifying aura surrounding him.

ps It's a bit late to come back today, I will update it tomorrow.