Sword Master Ling Tian

Huh.

The door was closed by the deacon, and the man's breath disappeared.

Ling Tian took a deep breath, his spiritual thoughts spread, and he always remained vigilant. Within the Dantian Qi Sea, the Dao Foundation revolved, and the power of Tian Yuan was shaking, and the hand behind it was leaning on the hilt of the Dragon Abyss. Once in danger, He can fight back in an instant.

However, at this time, the one who had dealt with Ling Tian's eyes was a nave hall that could not be more serious than usual.

In the middle of the hall is a huge landscape painting, and the four corners of the room are also lit with incense, which is very quiet.

There are tables and chairs of ancient music on both sides, and there are still two sake cups on the table at this time, and the wine is gently swaying in the cup, apparently just not long after it was put down.

"Haha, little brother, don't be so nervous, sit down and talk."

Suddenly, from behind the nave, a figure quietly walked out.

This caused Ling Tian's pupils to shrink suddenly, because he was also warned by Tao Yaoyao at the moment when this figure appeared.

And he himself was unaware of it, and he didn't even know that there were people after the middle hall.

There is only one possibility, and that is that this person's cultivation is much higher than his own.

On the other hand, Ling Tian's divine consciousness has not yet fully recovered, and the realm of divine consciousness is really too low.

However, when he looked at the figure, he was a little surprised.

Because the president of the Tiandi Chamber of Commerce turned out to be a monk in a robe!

Not only that, the monk was holding a roast chicken in his hand at this time, shaking the fat on his body, and placing the roast chicken on the table.

"Haha, Amitabha, little brother, don't have to be so cautious. If the poor monk wants to disadvantage you, can you still stand here safely?"

The monk swaggered to sit down and pointed to the other side, "Sit down and talk, this face, the little brother can't help the poor monk, right?"

"Senior, please forgive me, I'm just a little surprised."

Ling Tian sat down opposite the monk and looked at the food and drink on the table, but they were all extraordinary.

That roast chicken is actually a rather rare Tier 6 monster beast, Golden Pheasant. Although it is not strong in combat effectiveness, it is extremely rare. At this time, it was roasted by this monk...

This...you can't spend so much if you have money.

"Hahaha, what? Poor monks can't eat this meat anymore?"

"The son does not know that the poor monk's sect has long been destroyed by the enemy, and the Buddhist beliefs have not been able to help the temple to survive the death..."

"So, from then on, the poor monks only recite the Buddha and don't eat fast, hahaha!"

The monk looked up to the sky and laughed, not knowing whether it was joy or sorrow.

"Oh, that's the case. The so-called meat and wine have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha left it in his heart. Seniors are really free and easy."

Ling Tian nodded, he didn't expect this guild leader to have such past events, but this monk seemed to have at least the mid-stage or late-stage cultivation base, that is, Tier 4 Martial Sovereign.

Can the sects of this kind of human race be destroyed by the enemy?

Ling Tian was puzzled, but the monk suddenly stopped laughing, his eyes fell on the mark of heaven and earth exposed in Ling Tian's hair, and his pupils shrank sharply.

Then he turned his gaze away without a trace, and smiled: "The meat and wine have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha's heart is left... Back then, the benefactor also told me this way. I did not expect that after so many years, I can still hear this sentence from the crowd. words."

"For the sake of my little brother, I have to offer you a glass of anything the poor monk said."

With that said, the monk was holding up the wine glass.

"Don't dare to be it."

Ling Tian quickly picked up the wine and drank twice as much with the monk.

"Little brother is refreshing."

"Dare to ask, what do you call the little brother? Where do you practice now?"

Putting down the wine glass, the monk suddenly asked.

"Oh, under the surname Ling Mingtian, now he is practicing in Taihua Sect."

Ling Tiandao.

He always felt that the monk was weird, but he could see that the monk had no malice towards him.

"Ling Tian..."

The monk frowned and rolled his eyes, "Oh, it turns out that the son is a high disciple of Taihuazong."

"I heard from the people below that the son is an appraiser who came to sell stones?"

The monk cut through the roast chicken with a golden knife of the kingly weapon level, sent it to Ling Tian, ​​and asked.

"Yes, I need some spirit stones."

Ling Tian nodded and took out the pitch-black stone from his sleeve.

This stone naturally came from the Tianban mine market, but it was left by Shen Jianzi.

At that time, the ore left by Shenjianzi was huge, among which there were many treasures.

Even if they were used to repair Qiansha Yin Flags and Ice Soul Clocks one after another, there are still many ores that have not been cut.

The Longevity Spirit Valley was opened by Ling Tian from this stone, although these stones will definitely not contain the peerless treasures like the Longevity Spirit Valley.

But there are still some top grade materials and small fairy materials.

Even the fairy materials used to forge imperial soldiers, but they are very rare.

"Uh, this thing."

The monk held Lingtian's stone in his hand and shook it for a while, frowning: "The poor monk is not proficient in the art of stone-appreciation, and he can't tell what's special about the stone, but if he has the character of a poor monk, he just crushed it and looked at it. "

"Haha, senior can crush it and take a look." Ling Tian tasted the roast chicken.

"Well, that poor monk is welcome."

Hearing this, the monk suddenly exerted force in his hand, and the extremely tough ore shell was directly crushed. He controlled it extremely well, and the shell was turned into crumbs and fell off.

In an instant, a dazzling green radiance bloomed from it.

"Haha, it turned out to be a piece of green smoke and emerald spirit crystal, a good thing, the best heavenly material, and it can be used to create a wood-based super heavenly weapon.

Slightly surprised, the monk took out the spar the size of a fist.

Although this thing is not very practical in his eyes, but for Tianjiao, the realm of law, it can create a top weapon of the same grade.

"Little brother, I don't want to tell you anything. My Chamber of Commerce does not lack medicinal seals, but this ore material is the only thing missing. This top-grade heavenly material is even rarer, and the price is really not easy to estimate."

"Well, the poor monk will give you one million lower-grade spirit stones. Compared with the five-grade pill, the fifth-grade broken realm pill is worth almost 500,000 lower-grade spirit stones, which is twice as much as the poor monk. What do you think?"

The monk tapped his fingers on the table.

Ling Tian smacked his lips, but the highest grade five breakthrough pill was worth about half a million spirit stones, and this material had not been forged into a weapon, the other party would be able to make one million, which was indeed what Ling Tian expected.