If he could refine the Six Ding Sky Talisman, it would be equivalent to having a top-grade defensive magic weapon.
Thinking of this, Wang Changsheng was a little excited. If he could advance to the Yuanying stage, he must refine a Six Ding Sky Talisman.
At this time, a short and stout man in a blood-red robe stood on the high platform. He held a blood-red bead the size of a longan in his hand and said,
"One Blood Thunder Seed, made from the most filthy things in the world. As long as it's not a magic treasure made from the Evil Dao, once other magic treasures are stained by the blood mist of the Blood Thunder Seed, their power will be greatly reduced, and their spirituality will be greatly damaged. If you want to restore the power of the magic treasure, you will have to cultivate it for a period of time. This item is the most suitable to fight against sword cultivators who are controlling the sword formation. One Blood Thunder Seed, in exchange for a Level 6 Yao Dan or something of the same value."
Hearing this, Wang Changsheng's eyes lit up. His body flashed and suddenly appeared on the high platform.
At the same time, he was sitting on the Mu??? Concrete Harmony Crossing Wolf Roar Bo Squid Heart Denouncing Sparrow
"I want this Blood Thunder Bead."
The two spoke almost at the same time and said the same sentence.
The Blue Shirt Youth raised his eyebrows and coldly glanced at Wang Changsheng.
Wang Changsheng's expression was as usual without the slightest fear on his face. He turned his hand and took out a blue wooden box and handed it to the man in a blood-red robe.
The Blue Shirt Youth also took out a wooden box and handed it to the man in a blood-red robe.
The man in a blood-red robe took the two wooden boxes and opened them slightly. He quickly glanced at them.
"Yes, it's a Level Six Monster Core. This Blood Thunder Bead is yours." The man in a blood-red robe was delighted. He put down the wooden box handed over by the Blue Shirt Youth and handed the Blood Thunder Bead to Wang Changsheng.
The Blue Shirt Youth saw this and frowned. He wanted to take back his wooden box.
"Wait, I also want these two Level Five Monster Cores." The man in a blood-red robe pressed his hand on the wooden box to prevent the Blue Shirt Youth from taking back the box.
"What do you mean by this? I only want the Blood Thunder Seed. "The Blue Shirt Youth's face darkened as he said coldly.
Hearing this, the crimson-robed man smiled slightly. He pressed one hand on the wooden box and touched his storage bag with the other. A blood-red bead appeared in his hand.
Seeing this, the Blue Shirt Youth's expression relaxed and he reached out his hand.
"Hold on, I want this Blood Lightning Seed." A man's voice rang out.
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flashed and appeared in front of the scarlet-robed man. It was Wang Changsheng who had returned.
"What do you mean by this?" When the Blue Shirt Youth saw this, his face darkened, and a layer of murderous intent appeared between his eyebrows.
"Nothing. I'm just interested in this Blood Lightning Seed." Wang Changsheng said calmly. After he finished speaking, he took out a yellow wooden box from his storage bag and handed it to the blood-robed man.
The blood-robed man opened the wooden box and glanced at it quickly. He was ecstatic and said, "This Blood Lightning Seed is yours."
After he finished speaking, he handed the Blood Lightning Seed in his hand to Wang Changsheng.
Wang Changsheng took the Blood Lightning Seed, turned around, and walked away.
The Blue Shirt Youth looked at Wang Changsheng's back as he left with a gloomy face. He turned to the scarlet-robed man and asked, "Do you have any more Blood Lightning Seeds?"
"No, I only have two. They were all taken by that fellow." The scarlet-robed man shook his head and withdrew his hand.
The Blue Shirt Youth snorted, put away the wooden box, and returned to his original seat.
"Brother Wang, you have offended fellow Shi Hao today. He is famous for his vengeance. You have to be careful in the future." Wang Changsheng had just returned to his seat when Zhou Tong's voice sounded in his ear.
"I understand. Thank you for your advice, Senior Martial Brother Zhou." Wang Changsheng smiled at Zhou Tong and replied.
At that moment, a grey-robed old man with ordinary facial features appeared on the stage. He was holding a piece of blood-colored wood in his hand.
"A piece of Blood Lightning Wood that is over three thousand years old. It can be exchanged for a rank six demon core or something of equivalent value."
After he finished speaking, the grey-robed old man glanced at Wang Changsheng's seat.
Wang Changsheng's expression was the same as usual. He had no intention of speaking.
A few cultivators walked up the stage and whispered a few words to the grey-robed old man. However, the grey-robed old man shook his head and refused them all.
After refusing several Core Formation cultivators in a row, the grey-robed old man returned to his seat dejectedly.
Following that, a dozen or so cultivators walked up the stage one after another. Most of them returned empty-handed. Only two cultivators successfully exchanged for items.
"Alright, the exchange meeting has come to an end. Fellow Daoists who have fought with Zhao can come up to the stage and talk about their opponent's abilities. Let's see if other Fellow Daoists can think of a way to break their opponent's abilities. Let's start with the Old Man!" A grey-robed old man with a red face appeared on the round stage. He cupped his hands and spoke in a deep voice.
"The Old Man has fought with five late Core Formation cultivators. Among them, there was a Daoist Priest who wore a red robe and carried a huge gourd on his back. This Daoist Priest's fire-attribute Dao Arts are exceptionally powerful. The gourd can spit out a type of red sand. Not only can this sand transform into various spears and swords to attack enemies, it can also trap them. The Old Man was careless and was trapped by this sand. He had to suffer a bit before he was able to break free. I wonder if any Fellow Daoist knows the origins of this person and has a method to break his ability."
"Fellow Daoist Song, I know the person you're talking about. He is Daoist Huoyun of the Wu Country's Zheng Yi Men. Daoist Huoyun possesses the Fire Spirit Body and cultivates fire-attribute Dao Arts with half the effort. As for that red sand, it is the renowned True Flame Divine Sand. This sand can transform into various magic tools to attack enemies. Its defensive capabilities are extremely strong and even magic treasures are unable to damage it in the slightest. It can be countered by things like the Blood Lightning Beads or magic treasures of the Yin attribute."
The grey-robed old man nodded and walked down. A tall black-robed man walked up to the high platform. He cupped his hands and said, "I am Yin Sifting Sect's Wei Gang. I once fought with a fat silver-robed Daoist. This person cultivates a lightning-attribute cultivation method. His lightning-attribute Daoist Arts are extremely powerful. This person controls a lightning-attribute flying sword and is extremely difficult to deal with. I wonder which Fellow Daoist can tell me the method to break this person's divine ability. That's right, I don't have anything that can corrupt magic treasures."
"This Old Man knows of this person's origins. This person is Leiyun Sanren of the Xiliang Country's Purple Firmament Temple. Leiyun Sanren possesses a lightning-attribute Mutated Spirit Root and his lightning-attribute Dao Arts are extremely powerful. Without something like a tainted magic treasure, very few people are a match for Leiyun Sanren in a one-on-one fight. The only way to deal with Leiyun Sanren is through sheer numbers."
"Even if he doesn't have anything to taint magic treasures, if I encounter this Leiyun Sanren, I'll definitely teach him a lesson." Shi Hao stood up and said proudly. After he finished speaking, his gaze quickly swept past Immortal Wang.
"Hehe, who doesn't know that Fellow Daoist Shi cultivates both energy and body? But Fellow Daoist Shi, how are you going to approach Leiyun Sanren? With the power of Lightning Magic, I'm afraid that before you could even get within 100 feet of Lei Yun Sanren, you would be killed by his Lightning Magic! "A tall man in a blood red robe chuckled as he spoke with a mocking expression.
"Hmph, Li Ya, I don't need you to worry about how I'm going to approach Leiyun Sanren. Why don't you give it a try? I've long wanted to experience the power of your Blood Kill Sect's Blood Spirit Art. "Shi Hao snorted and sneered.
"Well said, well said. I also want to see the power of your Yin Sifting Sect's Yin Sifting Devil Art." Li Ya narrowed his eyes and spoke in a deep voice.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the venue became somewhat heavy.
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