Chapter 1127: The Battle of Magical Artifacts

The stall owner looked like a middle-aged man, and his cultivation level seemed to be different from that of everyone else. He also looked like he had just entered the Dou Dan realm not long ago. He raised his eyes and glanced at Ling Dong, nodded, and said: "Thirty desert coins, 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 suspicious. At this moment, Di Yan asked, "This magic weapon is the best among low-grade magic weapons. Forging more than 2,900 laws of power, this skill is at least from the handwriting of a master craftsman. If I read correctly, the power of laws above is still the law of wood, which can be regarded as a medium law. It’s not an exaggeration to sell two hundred desert coins, thirty? I’m afraid there are flaws in it that we don’t know about?”

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

Thinking of this, he looked at the stall owner with a tinge of coldness.

"Things are placed here, and the price is clearly marked, whether you want it or not."

The stall owner didn't choose what to explain, and said lightly.

This made everyone a little unpredictable. Gradually, the nearby monks also moved closer, pointing at this dagger. The price of this dagger is indeed mouth-watering. I really want to buy it, but it is 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, and if you can't refine it, you can't find out the details of this dagger.

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

When there were more people, the other things on the stall sold well. Only the dagger was asked, but no one sold it.

"Forget it, let's collect five desert coins each, and take it down. If there is any problem, we will admit it. It's a big deal, and then sell it. What do you think?"

Di Yan said via voice transmission.

He included Ning Qi.

Ling Dong, Ye Zicheng and the others were startled for a moment, and after a moment of consideration, they made a decision and nodded their heads. How could everyone not have a dozen or so desert coins to defend themselves in private? It's nothing if one person takes out five pieces.

"I have run out of desert coins, so I won't participate in it."

Ning Qi smiled lightly.

Di Yan was slightly taken aback, then gritted his teeth, and said, "Well, fellow Daoist Beixuan, I'll help you pay for your share of desert coins first, what do you think?"

"That's fine too."

Ning Qi nodded.

He could see clearly that there was nothing wrong with this low-grade magic weapon itself, and that it was sold so cheaply, the problem might have come from its background!

"We want it, thirty desert coins!"

Di Yan stepped forward and said.

"Wait! I'll offer thirty-two!"

Suddenly a monk next to him offered a price.

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

Di Yan glanced at the monk dissatisfied.

"It depends on the boss."

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

"The highest price wins."

The middle-aged stall owner smiled lightly, and a sly look flashed in his eyes. Seeing this, Ning Qi couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly. This guy probably guessed a long time ago that if one person makes an offer, there will be a second one. He set three The price of ten desert coins is actually just a reserve price.

"Shameless!"

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

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

"I will offer thirty-five desert coins!"

Finally, the third monk made an offer.

The monks who were still a little hesitant in their hearts were all occupied by greed at the moment, asking prices one after another, but they still had the last rationality, that is, they still remembered that this dagger might be a defective low-grade magic weapon. In the end, there were no more than forty-five.

"How? Let's forget it?"

Di Yan asked everyone for their opinions with an ugly face.

"I have no opinion."

Ning Qi was the first to express his opinion. In his eyes, this dagger can at most be sold for money and has no other value. His Dragon Slaying Sword is infinitely stronger than this dagger.

"Fight! We offer forty-eight desert coins. If the price exceeds this price, we will not take it!"

Ling Dong gritted his teeth and said.

"I agree!"

"I... agree too..."

Ye Zicheng has some concerns.

But everyone else made a decision very quickly, even his sister. Naturally, he couldn't hesitate anymore, so he could only nod.

Each person offered eight desert coins. If the dagger could not be used, they would probably lose a lot.

"good!"

Di Yan nodded, and said to the middle-aged stall owner, "I will offer 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 bid forty-five desert coins before was the first guy who wanted to rob Hu. He gave Di Yan and the others a vicious look, his lips moved, but he still didn't choose to speak.

"This dagger is yours..."

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

Di Yan breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know whether he was happy or disappointed. Anyway, he was in a complicated mood. When he got all the desert coins from Ling Dong and the others, a cold voice came in.

"I'll give you fifty desert coins. Such a low-grade artifact is so cheap. 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 You can also take it? I really laughed to death."

Everyone parted ways, and a young man walked in slowly with two dog-legged subordinates. After he made an offer, he looked at Di Yan and the other five mockingly.

When Di Yan and the other five saw this young man, their expressions turned ugly.

"Master Shaogu, what do you mean by that!"

Di Yan said with a livid face.

"He is Feng Xi, the son of the owner of our Cold Wind Valley, a monk in the late stage of Dou Dan, who has condensed more than 2,600 storm laws, and his cultivation level is higher than that of Brother Di Yan. A few years ago, due to a small incident, He has hated us, so please be quiet later, if he knows that you met us, he will definitely hate you too, with Feng Si's temperament, he will definitely take it out on you!"

Gu Zhen, who hadn't spoken much, saw that Ning Qi was a little curious, so she reminded her via voice transmission.

Ning Qi was slightly taken aback, then nodded at her with a smile, Gu Zhen had already turned her gaze away, staring at Feng Si intently, the other party had probably been waiting outside for a long time, this was intentionally trying to humiliate them.

"What do I mean? Don't you understand? I mean to let you five poor ghosts go as far as you can. I want this dagger."

Feng Xi grinned grimly. This sentence immediately attracted the dissatisfied eyes of many monks.