Di Yan's expression changed, and finally he chose to swallow his anger. Feng Si laughed when he saw this, and threw fifty desert coins to the middle-aged stall owner, "I want this dagger."

The middle-aged stall owner accepted the desert coins with a smile, and was about to hand the dagger to Feng Si. Ning Qi, who had been silent, smiled and said: "Fifty five desert coins."

Swish, swish, countless eyes suddenly fell on Ning Qi, their eyes full of surprise.

"Fellow Daoist Beixuan, forget it, don't argue with him."

Di Yan quickly sent a message to persuade, and at the same time there was a touch of emotion in his eyes. He knew that Ning Qi wanted to vent his anger on their behalf, but Di Yan knew that Ning Qi did not have fifty-five desert coins on his body, and he was asking random prices in Damofang City.

, but in the end you cannot get the desert coins, you will be severely punished!

What's more, Feng Si is a narrow-minded person. If he is jealous of him, and Ning Qi has no foundation in the desert, Feng Si will definitely use the power of Cold Wind Valley to launch fierce revenge on Ning Qi. Even Di Yan will not be able to do it.

There is no way to intercede. After all, Feng Si’s father is the owner of the Cold Wind Valley and a person in the early stage of the Immortal Realm.

"Fellow Taoist Di Yan, I have my own plan."

Ning Qi smiled and said to Di Yan.

When Di Yan heard this, a look of worry appeared on his face.

At this time, when the middle-aged stall owner heard Ning Qi's offer, a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes, but his greed made him take back the dagger he was about to hand to Feng Si.

A trace of anger flashed in Feng Si's eyes. He looked at Ning Qi coldly, then at Di Yan, and suddenly let out a chuckle: "Oh, it turns out you know Di Yan and the others. Haha, stand up for them? Don't even look at it.

How many kilograms do you have? You pay fifty-five desert coins, and I pay sixty!"

"Sixty-five."

Ning Qi smiled lightly.

"Seventy!"

Feng Si sneered.

"Seventy-five."

Ning Qi smiled lightly.

"Eighty!"

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Feng Si's eyes, and his reason told him that the price was too high. After all, the origin of this dagger was questionable, but the smile on Ning Qi's face aroused the anger in his heart intentionally or unintentionally.

All traces of reason were thrown out of Feng Si's mind.

The two losers who were following him wanted to warn him, but when they saw Feng Si's expression, they wisely shut their mouths.

"Eighty pieces?"

There was a look of surprise on everyone's face, and some monks looked at Feng Si with envy and jealousy. A mere son of a valley owner could come up with so many desert coins at once. No wonder others were fighting over it, thinking

Want to be the owner of the valley.

"What should I do..."

A trace of cold sweat broke out on Di Yan's forehead. He looked at Ning Qi and then at Feng Si. He felt a little regretful. If he had known that he would have stayed out for one more day, he would not have met Feng Si in Damofang City this time.

This is happening now.

Ye Zicheng, Ye Zilan, and Gu Zhen all had a look of worry on their faces, but Ling Dong, on the other hand, not only was he not worried, but had a look of relief on his face as he watched the confrontation between Ning Qi and Feng Si with a smile.

The middle-aged stall owner couldn't suppress the smile on his face when he saw that the dagger was sold for such a high price. Finally, when Feng Si shouted out the high price of 180 desert coins, Ning Qi closed his mouth, and the monks watching nearby burst into laughter.

Silence.

"What? Stop shouting?"

Feng Si looked at Ning Qi mockingly.

One hundred and eighty desert coins are nothing to him. As the young master of Cold Wind Valley, he can save fifty or sixty desert coins in a year from various channels. One hundred and eighty coins,

It’s just his savings for three years!

"You've already given out 180 desert coins, why should I shout? I'll give it to you."

Ning Qi smiled lightly.

"Sir, here is the dagger. Where is your desert coin? Let's pay the money with one hand and deliver it with the other hand."

The middle-aged stall owner smiled and said to Feng Si.

Feng Si was startled, a hint of heartache flashed in his eyes, but because of the rules of Da Mo Fang City, as the Young Master of Cold Wind Valley, he did not have the courage to violate them, so he paid the money and took the dagger. Feng Si glared at Ning Qi fiercely.

At a glance, if it weren't for this boy, he could have taken the dagger with fifty desert coins, but now he spent a full one hundred and thirty desert coins!

Suddenly, he found that the middle-aged stall owner quickly cleaned up the stall and left the place. Feng Si's face changed slightly. He didn't have time to settle the score with Ning Qi, so he tried to refine the dagger on the spot.

"Fellow Daoist Beixuan, please leave here first. Feng Si will definitely cause trouble for you when he comes back to his senses!"

Di Yan quickly sent a message to Ning Qi.

"No need, let's watch a good show."

Ning Qi smiled lightly.

Di Yan was slightly startled, watching a good show? What good show?

At this moment, everyone's eyes fell on Feng Si, with a trace of curiosity in their eyes. They wanted to know what flaws this dagger had that would make the middle-aged monk only offer the price of thirty desert coins. If the flaws were not

Seriously, although Feng Si spent one hundred and eighty desert coins, it was still worth it. After all, it was a low-grade magic weapon that was infinitely close to a mid-grade magic weapon.

puff!

Just as Feng Si was about to refine it, he felt a terrible lawful aura suddenly burst out from the dagger, directly damaging his soul and causing a mouthful of blood to spurt out.

"Young Master! Are you okay!?"

The two losers were startled and nervously stepped forward to help Feng Si.

"Go away!"

Feng Si pushed the two of them away angrily, with a look of shock and anger in his eyes, and tried to refine the dagger again, but the outcome was the same as the first time, his soul was severely injured again, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"This dagger has a forbidden law on it!?"

The monks who were watching nearby had a look of shock on their faces, and then many looked at Feng Si and became gloating about his misfortune.

They finally understood why the middle-aged monk's price for this dagger was so low. If it was just an ordinary forbidden method, he could spend desert coins to ask a monk from the Immortal Realm to break the forbidden method.

But he would rather take it out and set up a stall to sell it than ask the Immortal Realm monks to take action. This shows that the forbidden method on the dagger is probably beyond the reach of ordinary early Immortal Realm monks. If a stronger Immortal Realm monk is invited,

If the monk takes action, the desert coins required will even exceed the value of this dagger!

If Feng Si couldn't find anyone to break the forbidden laws above, then he would just spend one hundred and eighty desert coins to buy a piece of useless garbage and take it back.

"Has Fellow Daoist Beixuan seen through everything already?"

Di Yan looked at Ning Qi in shock, but the others didn't think much about it. The forbidden method is different from the defect. It will only be revealed when it starts to be refined. Even the monks in the Immortal Realm who are present will miss this dagger.

.

"Hahaha! You deserve it!"

Ling Dong laughed in his heart.

When Feng Si's third attempt at refining failed, he immediately yelled at the men around him: "Go and capture that guy!"
Chapter completed!