The stall owner looked like a middle-aged man, and his cultivation level seemed to be different from everyone else. He also looked like he had just entered the Doudan Realm and was in the late stage. He raised his eyes and glanced at Ling Dong, nodded, and said: "Thirty desert coins, please forgive me.

No bargaining!”

Ling Dong was very excited and really wanted to buy it on the spot, but such a cheap price made him a little suspicious. At this time, Di Yan asked: "This magical artifact is considered to be the best among low-grade magical artifacts.

Forging the power of more than 2,900 laws, it is possible to have this

The craftsmanship is at least the work of a master of weapon refining. If I read it correctly, the power of the law above is still the law of wood, which can be regarded as a medium law. Such a magic weapon can be sold for two hundred desert coins. Three hundred desert coins are not an exaggeration.

Ten? I’m afraid there are flaws in them that we don’t know about, right?”

When Ling Dong heard this, his restless heart suddenly calmed down. If he bought a defective low-grade magic weapon, wouldn't it be a huge loss?

Thinking of this, he looked at the stall owner with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Put the things here, clearly marked with price, do you want them or not?"

The stall owner didn't choose to explain anything and said calmly.

This made everyone a little bit puzzled. Gradually, the nearby monks came closer and pointed at the dagger. The price of this dagger was indeed eye-watering. I really wanted to buy it, but it was so cheap.

The price indirectly proves that this dagger is not as simple as they seem on the surface, but if you don't buy it, you can't refine it. If you can't refine it, there is no way to find out the details of this dagger.

Therefore, everyone was just like Ling Dong, hesitant but reluctant to leave.

As the number of people increased, other items on the stall sold well, except for the dagger, which only saw people asking about it, but no one took action.

"Forget it, let's collect five desert coins each and take it down. If there is really any problem, just admit it. If it's a big deal, we can resell it. What do you think?"

Di Yan transmitted the message.

He included Ning Qi.

Ling Dong, Ye Yecheng and others were slightly startled. After thinking about it for a breath, they made a decision and nodded one after another. How could everyone not have a dozen desert coins for self-defense in private? Taking out five for each person is nothing.

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"I have used up my desert coins, so I will not participate in it."

Ning Qi said with a faint smile.

Di Yan was startled for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Well, fellow Taoist Beixuan, I'll help you pay out your share of the Desert Coin first. What do you think?"

"That's okay too."

Ning Qi nodded.

He could see clearly that there was nothing wrong with this low-grade magic weapon itself. It was sold so cheaply, but the problem was probably due to its background!

"We want thirty desert coins!"

Di Yan stepped forward and said.

"Wait! I'll give you thirty-two!"

Suddenly a monk next to him made an offer.

"This is not an auction, first come first served!"

Di Yan glanced at the monk dissatisfied.

"It depends on the boss."

The monk looked at the middle-aged stall owner expectantly.

"The highest bidder gets it."

The middle-aged stall owner gave a faint smile, with a cunning look in his eyes. Ning Qi couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly when he saw this. This guy must have guessed that when one person makes a bid, a second person will make a bid. He set three

The price of ten desert coins is actually just a floor price.

"Shameless!"

A trace of anger flashed in Di Yan's eyes.

The middle-aged stall owner smiled, not minding what Di Yan thought of him, and looked at everyone with encouraging eyes.

"I'll give you thirty-five desert coins!"

Finally, the third monk made an offer.

The monks who were still hesitant at first were now occupied by greed, and they made offers one after another. However, they still had the last bit of rationality, that is, they still remembered that this dagger might be a defective low-grade magic weapon. The price

In the end, there were no more than forty-five.

"How about it? Let's forget it?"

Di Yan asked for everyone's opinions with an ugly expression on his face.

"I have no objection."

Ning Qi was the first to express his opinion. In his eyes, this dagger can only be sold for money and has no other value. His dragon-slaying sword is infinitely more powerful than this dagger.

"Fight! We're offering forty-eight desert coins. If it exceeds this price, we won't take it!"

Ling Dong gritted his teeth and said.

"I agree!"

"I... also agree..."

Ye Zicheng is a little worried.

But everyone else made their decision quickly, even his sister. Naturally, he couldn't hesitate any longer and could only nod.

Each person pays eight desert coins. If the dagger cannot be used, he will probably lose a lot.

"good!"

Di Yan nodded and said to the middle-aged stall owner: "I will give you forty-eight desert coins."

"Forty-eight pieces, is there any price higher than this?"

The middle-aged stall owner nodded with a smile and glanced at everyone.

The monk who had previously bid 45 desert coins was the first guy who wanted to rob Hu. He glared at Di Yan and the others fiercely, moved his lips, but still did not choose to speak.

"This dagger is yours..."

The middle-aged stall owner picked up the dagger and looked at Di Yan with a smile, waiting for his desert coins.

Di Yan was relieved in his heart. He didn't know whether he was happy or disappointed. In short, he felt a little complicated. When he collected the desert coins from Ling Dong and the others, a cold voice suddenly came in.

"I'll give you fifty desert coins. Such a good low-grade magic weapon is sold at such a low price. It's really worth it. Di Yan, you five poor ghosts, how dare you covet such a treasure? Forty-eight desert coins, such a price

Can you take it? It really made me laugh to death."

Everyone parted ways, and a young man slowly walked in with two dog-legged men. After he made the price, he looked at Di Yan and the other five people sarcastically.

After Di Yan and the other five saw this young man, their expressions suddenly became ugly.

"Young Master, what do you mean?"

Di Yan said with a livid face.

"He is Feng Si, the son of our Cold Wind Valley Master. He is a late-stage monk in the Dou Dan Realm. He has condensed more than 2,600 storm laws. His cultivation level is even higher than that of brother Di Yan. In the past few years, because of some trivial matters,

He has made us hate him, please don't say anything later, if he knows that you know us, he will definitely hate you too, and with Feng Si's temperament, he will definitely take it out on you!"

Gu Zhen, who had been silent, saw that Ning Qi was a little curious, so she sent a message to remind him.

Ning Qi was startled for a moment, then smiled and nodded at her. Gu Zhen had already turned her eyes and looked at Feng Si. The other party might have been waiting outside for a long time, and this was to deliberately humiliate them.

"What do I mean? Don't you understand? What I mean is to tell you five poor devils to get away as far as you want. I want this dagger."
Chapter completed!