Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chen Yuan frowned and secretly transmitted his voice: "I still have a low-level magic weapon in my hand that can attack the soul. With the addition of spirit stones, can I exchange it for the mid-level magic weapon in your hand?"

The old man replied: "Don't waste your time, sir. I just want to wash with spiritual water."

Chen Yuan sighed and looked around, and no one else spoke.

He could only settle for the next best thing: "A low-level magic weapon will do."

After these words were spoken, everyone's eyes became much more serious.

The threshold for joining the Autumn Cicada Society is ten high-quality spirit stones. Most of the monks in the temple are wealthy, so it is not difficult for them to take out a low-level magic weapon.

"I do have a low-level magic weapon, please take a look." A masked monk raised his left hand, and a copper hammer appeared out of thin air in his palm, slowly flying towards Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan raised his hand to catch the copper hammer, and looked down. The copper hammer was about one foot long, dark yellow in color, and exuded a heavy feeling.

The masked monk said, "This treasure is made of copper from the earth's core. When it is struck by a hammer, it can cause mountains to collapse and the earth to crack. Is it possible that it will catch your eye?"

Chen Yuan's heart moved, and he sent out his spiritual sense to check the magical restrictions of the copper hammer. He shook his head, raised his hand and waved it, and the copper hammer slowly flew towards the masked monk.

This copper hammer is indeed extremely powerful, but it is a bit heavy and not suitable for dealing with the Golden-Winged Eagle. It also consumes too much true energy, which is not conducive to him stimulating Zhu Yan's true blood.

The masked monk took the bronze hammer without saying a word and put it directly into the mustard seed ring.

At this time, a clear and moving voice sounded: "I also have a low-level magic weapon in my hand, please take a look."

Chen Yuan turned his head and saw a slim female cultivator in green with a veil on her face. She raised her hand and a flying sword flew towards him.

Chen Yuan caught the flying sword, looked at it intently, and couldn't help feeling happy.

The sword was about half a foot long, with the word "Feiyun" engraved on the hilt. It was snow-white in color, flawless in shape, and seemed to have a spirit, circling around him like a swimming fish.

Chen Yuan liked to use flying swords. The Silver Gang Sword he used before forming the Dan was also silver-white in color, similar in appearance to this sword. When he saw this flying sword, he couldn't help but think of the old days in Donghuazhou.

He sighed softly, and probed his spiritual sense into it, carefully checking the restrictions of the magic weapon.

This Feiyun Sword has only one characteristic, and that is speed.

When controlled with full strength, the sword's speed can be comparable to that of an ordinary mid-level magic weapon, and it is as powerful as lightning.

But every advantage has its disadvantages. Although the Feiyun Sword is swift, its power is somewhat lacking. It does not contain the power of the five elements and has no magical effect.

But this is not a disadvantage for Chen Yuan. Zhu Yan's true blood is his trump card, and magic weapons are just ordinary means.

The swiftness of the Feiyun Sword can slightly make up for the disadvantage of physical cultivators being not good at long-range combat.

He immediately decided to buy the Feiyun Sword.

"May I ask, fellow Taoist, how much is this sword worth?" Chen Yuan bowed to the graceful female cultivator and asked.

The graceful female cultivator said, "I believe you are already aware of the effect of this sword. It costs four hundred high-grade spirit stones."

Chen Yuan frowned. In Yuqing Sea, the market price of low-level magic weapons is generally between two hundred and four hundred spirit stones, and the specific price varies depending on the magic weapon.

A low-level magical weapon like the Golden Dragon Sword can only be sold for 200 high-quality spirit stones at most.

The Feiyun Sword is naturally much stronger than the Golden Dragon Sword and can be considered top-notch among low-level magic weapons, but its lack of power cannot be ignored. The slim woman asked for four hundred high-quality spirit stones right out of the box, which was a bit too high.

Chen Yuan said: "This sword is only a low-level magic weapon, and its power is insufficient. Three hundred and fifty spirit stones."

The slender woman said calmly, "Four hundred spirit stones, no bargaining."

Chen Yuan frowned, but did not bargain: "Deal."

The pretty girl was determined and bargaining was useless.

He took out a storage bag, took out some spirit stones from it, put them into the mustard seed ring, then raised his hand and the storage bag slowly flew over.

The slim woman took the storage bag, checked it, nodded slightly, and said no more.

After the transaction was completed, everyone looked at Chen Yuan with a hint of surprise.

Such a large number of spirit stones is not much for these cultivators who are at least in the middle stage of Jindan, but few people can take out so many spirit stones at once, so most of them exchange them for other things.

Wei Changhong didn't care about it. Every physical cultivator was extremely powerful. In his opinion, it was normal for Chen Yuan to take out so many spirit stones.

Chen Yuan ignored the gazes of the crowd, raised his sleeve and put the Feiyun Sword into the mustard seed ring, then leaned back on the chair.

Originally, he couldn't afford so many spirit stones, especially after buying the thousand-year-old ice silk and asking Han Zhu to refine the weapon, he only had less than three hundred spirit stones left.

But in the past month, he sold the Golden Dragon Sword and all the sixth-level demon pills one after another, and raised more than 400 high-quality spirit stones, so he had the confidence to participate in the Autumn Cicada Conference.

It was easy to find demon pills, but hard to find magic weapons. In order to buy a handy magic weapon, Chen Yuan would rather give up all the sixth-level demon pills. It was a pity that there was no mid-level magic weapon, otherwise Chen Yuan would buy it even if he had to sacrifice the Fengyun Bell.

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After Chen Yuan, cultivators continued to take out treasures for trading, but they were much inferior to the Tongtian Order and magic weapons, and there was nothing worth more than one hundred spirit stones.

Chen Yuan still had more than 300 high-quality spirit stones in his hand, but the things that everyone took out were either not pleasing to their eyes or not suitable, so they never participated in the bidding.

What everyone took out the most were various demon pills and demon beast materials.

Chen Yuan's eyes were opened. He saw many seventh-level demon pills that he had only heard of but never seen before, as well as some rare sixth-level demon pills.

The cultivators who can participate in the Autumn Cicada Conference all have high cultivation bases, and the demon pills and demon beast materials they bring out are not ordinary items. The few level five demon pills also come from demon beasts with powerful bloodlines.

Someone even took out a seventh-level blue dragon demon pill, which attracted eight people to bid on it, and was eventually sold for a sky-high price of three hundred and sixty high-quality spirit stones!

Three hundred and sixty spirit stones may not sound like a lot, but an ordinary seventh-level demon pill would be good if it could be sold for forty spirit stones.

Spending so many spirit stones for a seventh-level demon pill is enough to buy a good low-level magic weapon.

Only the blood of the demon beast royal family can make everyone so crazy. The price is ten times that of the demon pill of the same level.

But no one was surprised, because the value of the demon pill lies in the blood contained in it.

If this blue dragon demon pill is used to refine a magic weapon, it can add a trace of blue dragon bloodline to the magic weapon, which is enough to greatly increase the potential of the magic weapon and greatly increase the possibility of upgrading to a mid-level magic weapon.

The person who bought the demon pill also asked the seller for the blue dragon's spirit. He was very regretful to learn that the spirit dissipated when the blue dragon died.

If the blue dragon's spirit and bloodline are present, and used as the main material, and a few high-quality spiritual materials are added, it might be possible to directly refine a mid-level magic weapon with infinite power.

Unfortunately, most monsters have violent temperaments. They would rather destroy their own spirits before death than leave them to their opponents.

Chen Yuan watched with interest as everyone scrambled for the Blue Dragon Demon Pill, but did not participate in the bidding.

The bloodline of the demon beast king, which is extremely precious in the eyes of others, is of no use to him and is not worth snatching at all.

Wei Changhong was impressed and sent a message to Chen Yuan: "A Blue Dragon Demon Pill appeared at this Autumn Cicada Fair. It's a pity that this is not an auction, otherwise I would definitely raise spiritual stones to snatch this demon pill!"

He had no intention of attending the Autumn Cicada Meeting. He was only brought along at Chen Yuan's request. Even the spirit stones were provided by Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan replied: "I still have some spiritual stones in my hand. If Brother Wei needs them, I can lend them to him."

Wei Changhong laughed: "Forget it, I was just joking. After buying this Blue Dragon Demon Pill, I have to refine it into a magic weapon, and then upgrade it. The cost is too high, I can't afford it."

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The Blue Dragon Demon Pill was the second climax of the Autumn Cicada Society. After that, it became quiet for a while and no one took out more precious treasures.

There were a total of nineteen cultivators participating in the Autumn Cicada Conference. After the Blue Dragon Demon Pill, several more people showed their treasures, and the conference gradually came to an end.

The last person was the graceful female cultivator who sold the Feiyun Sword to Chen Yuan. She raised her left hand and a demon pill appeared out of thin air in her palm: "A seventh-level demon pill, obtained from a water ape. This demon is extremely powerful and has great strength. It controls a blue flame that can burn everything. Its strength is comparable to that of a red dragon. I want to exchange it for 350 high-quality spirit stones."

"Aquatic apes have the ability to control fire? Are you kidding me?"

"The red dragon is also extremely powerful among the dragon clan. How can a mere water ape compare to the red dragon!"

As soon as the graceful female cultivator finished speaking, it caused a wave of doubts.

The water ape is considered to have extraordinary bloodline among the monsters. It has a strong body and the ability to control water. It is quite difficult to deal with among monsters of the same level.

But no one has ever seen a water ape that can control fire and whose strength is comparable to that of a red dragon. It is truly a fantasy.

If ordinary monsters could catch up with the monster king so easily, the monster clan would not have been driven out of Yuqing Sea.

The graceful female cultivator ignored everyone's doubts and looked around: "Everything I said is true. I wonder if there are any fellow Taoists willing to trade?"

No one said anything, some even sneered, looking around with a teasing look in their eyes to see who would be the one to be taken advantage of.

When the female cultivator took out the demon pill, everyone checked it with their spiritual sense and found that this demon pill was indeed a water ape demon pill.

But what the female cultivator said about her ability to control fire and her strength being comparable to that of a red dragon were just her words and there was no way to verify them.

Wei Changhong sent a message to Chen Yuan: "Haha, this woman really treats me as a fool. If what she said is true, why didn't she keep this demon pill, but trade it?"

“I wonder who would believe her lies and spend three hundred high-grade spirit stones to buy a water ape demon pill!”

Chen Yuan turned a deaf ear to Wei Changhong's words, staring at the demon pill in the graceful female cultivator's hand, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "I want this demon pill!" (End of this chapter)