Chapter 638

"Born in the spring."

"Your bloody ghost, I want one too."

Jing Kui also said with a smile.

Blood ghost.

It's a consumable. It's like a ghost spell.

As long as you tear open the blood color Rune paper and directly control it with true Qi, you can curse and kill any middle master's warrior.

Because of the blood evil spirit of Yu Quansheng, every jar is the life of the eight ethnic groups in the north of the five ridges.

Among them, each can has at least three middle martial arts masters.

Plus thousands of blood and souls.

The blood ghost in every jar is full of extreme danger.

But in the twinkling of an eye.

Don't sell Yu Quansheng's blood ghost.

All the things that Yu Quansheng exchanged were very useful to him.

It's just, this is the Lingbao appreciation conference.

It's not over yet.

"Old monk."

"I'm done here."

"Do you think it's time to take out your stuff?"

Yu Quansheng said with a smile.

Other people around, but are waiting to see the expression.

"Please appreciate it."

Yuanhui presided with a solemn look.

He clapped his hands gently.

A monk of Buddha Temple, holding a thing, put it in front of the public.

"Centennial ginseng treasure."

"It looks like it's 300 years old."

"Long or not, short or not."

"General."

Yu Quansheng looks at it with disdain.

"Bid."

Yuan Hui didn't pay attention to Quan Sheng, but said to others directly.

"I made a semi-finished magic weapon."

Immediately someone said.

Although 300 years of ginseng is not very old.

But for those who are dying.

This 300 year old ginseng can hang its life, at least for three months.

"I also produced a semi-finished magic weapon."

Among the people present, there are still many people who value this Shenbao.

"You stupid people who are dying."

"A 300 year old ginseng can't keep you alive for long."

"It's better to have a good look at whether we can go further than asking for it."

Yu Quansheng said sarcastically again.

For Yu Quansheng, he likes to satirize others.

The Exorcist manipulates the ghost. It's a bit mean indeed.

"I made a complete magic weapon."

At this time, in Qin Tian's hand, a magic weapon robbed not long ago was lost to Yuan Hui.

Yuanhui once grasped it.

"Good!"

After a glance, Yuan Hui returned a word directly.

Three hundred years of Shenbao, directly with the box, fell on Qin Tian's hand.

Seeing that Qin Tian was a little boy, Yu Quansheng took out a magic weapon and exchanged it for the 300 year old ginseng treasure.

I felt very surprised immediately.

"Boy."

"You can't have a problem exchanging magic weapons for 300 year old Shenbao, can you?"

"Whose kid is so rich."

"Do your family know?"

Yu Quansheng said to Qin Tian.

"You laugh at others when you're free. Don't you have problems with your brain?"

"Whose old man is so talkative?"

"Do your family know?"

Qin Tian replied.

That's what I said.

Yu Quansheng's face darkened in an instant.

"Little boy."

"You dare to talk to me like that. You are looking for death."

Yu Quansheng's face was gloomy for a moment, and there was even a sense of evil in his eyes.

"Never die."

"You say I want to die? I think you are looking for death. "

Qin Tiansi is not afraid of this, said Yu Quansheng.

Qin Tian's words made Yu Quansheng even more angry.

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