Chapter 210 The True Identity of the Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion, Longwu City

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Ye Feng's speed is very fast.

From Misty Peak to Beacon Fire City, it only takes a quarter of an hour.

"Hey, it turns out to be the head of Ye, you can come, it really makes the shop flourish!"

Seeing Ye Feng, the owner of Wuxuan Pavilion said with a smile, "By the way, a few days ago, the master of Ye Sect sold a batch of spiritual tools here. How's it going?"

"I'm here to sell spiritual tools." Ye Feng threw 30 mid-grade spiritual tools on the table, "Give me a price!"

"So much!" The owner of Wuxuan Pavilion's breath stagnated.

He picked up a spiritual tool and began to identify it.

"This is a half-foot-long flying sword. It is as thin as a cicada's wing, with fine workmanship. The pattern of the pattern is like a natural creation. When used, it seems to be magnified like a flying sword in the wind. It can sell at least 200 low-quality spirit stones."

"This is a spear, hollow, but very tough. It has a special boost rune, which becomes very sharp and is good at stabbing. The price is about 180 low-grade spirit stones."

...

In less than a quarter of an hour, the owner of Wuxuan Pavilion completed the inspection.

"Thirty low-grade spiritual stones, a total of 5,800 low-grade spiritual stones, what do you think of Sect Master Ye?"

This is the highest price that the owner of Wuxuan Pavilion can give.

No matter how high it is, when he resells and sells it, he will make less than half of it...

"To make up the whole, six thousand yuan, and you must give me a mid-grade spirit stone." Ye Feng stated his request.

"Uh... OK!" The owner of Wuxuan Pavilion pretended to be embarrassed, and only agreed after a while.

"I still have a higher quality spirit weapon." Ye Feng took out a mid-grade spirit sword that was about a foot long and placed it on the table.

Clang!

The crisp sound of sword chants sounded, causing the owner of Wuxuan Pavilion to take a deep breath. He excitedly picked up the spirit sword and sighed, "This is a mid-grade spirit weapon, how could Sect Master Ye be willing to take it?"

"This head... is short of money!" Ye Feng blushed.

"Lack of money?" The owner of Wuxuan Pavilion burst into a smile, and suddenly said with a serious face: "Sect Master Ye can you trust me?"

Faced with this somewhat sudden question, Ye Feng said in surprise: "What does the owner mean?"

"If you want to sell this mid-grade spirit sword at the highest price, my suggestion is to use the auction method," said the shop owner of Wuxuan Pavilion.

"Auction? How much is the transaction price?" Ye Feng didn't care about the method, he only cared about the price.

"This middle-grade spirit sword of Ye Zhangmen has fine workmanship and excellent quality. It is considered the top among all middle-grade spirit weapons. After the auction is successful, the transaction price should be at least around 5,000 spirit stones!" The owner of Wuxuan Pavilion estimated road.

"So tall?" Ye Feng raised his eyebrows.

An average mid-grade spirit weapon could sell for 2,000 spirit stones. As a result, the price of this spirit sword more than doubled, and selling two pieces would be enough for a high-grade spirit stone.

"Okay, where is the auction?" Ye Feng became interested.

"My hometown, which is Longwu City hundreds of miles away, is adjacent to Yunhuazong."

The owner of Wuxuan Pavilion said with a smile, "To be honest, I am the son of the pavilion owner of the Chamber of Commerce's Treasure Pavilion."

"Longwu City, Treasure Pavilion!"

Ye Feng searched for the information of this city in his mind, and found that Longwu City was not a star city, but there were several Juyuan Jingzhen.

The Treasure Pavilion mentioned by the owner of Wuxuan Pavilion is a local chamber of commerce in Longwu City.

"It turned out to be the young pavilion master of the Treasure Pavilion. No wonder fellow Daoists have so many treasures in their hands to open a Wuxuan pavilion in Fenghuo City that will never fail." Ye Feng showed a sudden look.

"Hey, it's all a small business." The owner of Wuxuan Pavilion tore off the disguise on his body, revealing his true face.

This is a thin and fair young man with slightly high cheekbones. He looks completely different from his previous appearance. His eyes are shining with wisdom, and two big words seem to be written on his forehead.

Profiteer!

"My real name is 'Jiang Xinyu'."

The owner of Wuxuan Pavilion grinned, revealing eight big white teeth.

It seems a little silly and very confusing.

"Jiang Xinyu...reputation?" Ye Feng coughed, not knowing what to say, so he had to change the subject, "Friend Jiang, when are you leaving?"

"You can anytime." Jiang Xinyu said.

"Then leave tomorrow morning." Ye Feng said.

Hearing that Longwu City is adjacent to Yunhuazong, he thought that he was preparing to go to Yunhuazong to learn the details of Zongmen's ascension, which could just be put together with the auction schedule.

"Waiting at any time." Jiang Xinyu nodded.

Ye Feng put away the middle-grade spirit sword, sold the thirty low-grade spirit tools, and harvested sixty middle-grade spirit stones.

Then, he left Wuxuan Pavilion.

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The top of Misty Peak.

"Tomorrow, we will go to Yunhuazong to visit, and we will also go to the Treasure Pavilion in Longwu City to participate in the auction. Whoever wants to go, hurry up and register."

Ye Feng stood on the roof of the main hall and said to the disciples.

"I go!"

All the disciples raised their hands.

The flat-headed brother was even more exaggerated, his hands and feet were raised.

"Okay, except the Millennium Ancient Pine and the Squirrel Legion to stay behind, everyone else is ready, and tomorrow morning, come with me to observe and study."

After that, Ye Feng fell asleep.

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The next morning.

Ye Feng was sitting on the spirit boat, the disciples were sitting behind him, and some were sitting on the back of the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle.

Mo Ying sat at the end of the spirit boat and was in charge of the formation.

Over the beacon city.

"Sect Master Ye, you came very early. This is my goddess ship. Please come up." On the flying wooden boat, he bowed to Ye Feng and his party.

Ye Feng looked down at the spirit boat under the seat, and then looked at Jiang Xinyu's kamikaze boat, a sense of shabbyness arises spontaneously.

"What a beautiful kamikaze!"

After boarding the deck of the kamikaze ship, the disciples of the Misty Sect looked at the ship and found that its main body was a thousand-year-old hardwood, comparable to a low-grade spirit weapon, light and light, and its speed was more than twice that of an ordinary spirit boat.

"When the sect master has money, he will definitely buy one." Ye Feng stood on the bow and complained to Jiang Xinyu beside him.

"The kamikaze ship is not expensive, only 6,666 low-grade spirit stones, and it can't be bargained. The homophonic pronunciation of "six six six six" means smooth travel." Jiang Xinyu explained very patiently.

"Grass, a plant, is really expensive!" Ye Feng pouted.

He turned his head, looked at the iron-clawed dragon eagle squatting at the stern, touched his chin, and secretly said that he must be trained into a demon general.

By that time, travel is more than a card.

Kamikaze is very fast.

Near noon, everyone had already reached the sky above a huge city with a length and width of about thirty miles, and landed directly in the center of the city.

"Forgot to tell Ye Zhangmen that my father Jiang Yougan is not only the pavilion owner of the Treasure Pavilion, but also the city owner of Longwu City." Jiang Xinyu introduced to Ye Feng next to him.

Ye Feng was speechless.

This father and son, one homophonic "credibility", the other homophonic "rich", the key is really rich, really enough!

"Sect Master Ye, I already sent a message yesterday, claiming that there will be an excellent auction of mid-grade spiritual artifacts, so there will definitely be many star sect masters coming to the auction, and the transaction price will definitely not be low." Jiang Xinyu He smiled confidently.

"Daoist's preparation is really sufficient." Ye Feng praised.

As the Kamikaze stopped in front of the splendid City Lord's Mansion, dozens of maids and guards immediately surrounded them and bowed in unison:

"Welcome the young city lord home, the luncheon is ready."

"Well, well done!" Jiang Xinyu was very satisfied, and took Ye Feng and his party off the kamikaze boat and walked straight to the banquet hall not far away.