Chapter 54 Good Luck

Nothing happened overnight.

The next day, Han Yi went out early in the morning.

Today, he was going to dispose of the magic tools he had harvested, and then see if he could buy a suitable magic tool, and then casually ask about the war.

Chiyang Peak, Chiyang Market.

Han Yi was a little surprised when he stepped into the market.

The market at this moment was completely different from a few days ago.

A few days ago, the markets in the inner and outer peaks were very lively, almost to the point of being crowded.

But at this time, it seemed unusually deserted, even more deserted than before the war with the Blood God Sect.

But he didn't think much about it, and went straight to the Jiulong Store.

The shopkeeper was still the same one, his surname was He, and his full name was He Fangwei.

When He Fangwei saw Han Yi, a smile appeared on his face.

"Daoyou is so lucky that you can return to the sect alive."

The last time Han Yi came to ask about buying a defensive robe, He Fangwei guessed that Han Yi was a disciple of the outer peak, and his realm should be the sixth level of Qi training.

The reason why it was just speculation was that every time Han Yi appeared, he wore a mask to cover his breath, so He Fangwei could not spy directly and could only guess.

Generally speaking, when inner disciples enter the inner gate, the sect will give them a basic defensive robe, which is also for the safety of inner disciples.

Of course.

His speculation was based not only on Han Yi's purchase of the robe, but also on various clues of Han Yi's buying materials and selling pills many times before.

He Fangwei's ability to recognize people has always been good, as he can live to such an old age and manage the Jiulong Shop.

This made him very interested in Han Yi. After all, it was outrageous for an outer peak disciple to have such a powerful alchemy ability.

However, he changed his mind and thought that Han Yi went to the battlefield at the sixth level of Qi training, and he knew very well the terrifying combat power of the Blood God Sect cultivators. The probability of Han Yi dying at the hands of the Blood God Sect cultivators was too high.

So, he put Han Yi's matter behind him and did not investigate it in detail.

But I didn't expect that so many disciples in the late stage of Qi training died, and only Han Yi, who was in the sixth stage of Qi training, survived, and he looked unharmed, which shows how lucky Han Yi was.

Actually.

What Han Yi didn't know was that the market was so deserted today because many disciples who went on the expedition were injured to varying degrees, and were recovering in the courtyard. How could they have time to come to the market.

"Oh?" Han Yi's heart moved.

This He Fangwei is the shopkeeper of Jiulong Shop. His backer is the rumored Supreme Elder of the Jindan Stage of the Inner Peak. He must know much more inside information than ordinary disciples of the Inner and Outer Peaks.

If you want to find out the news, isn't it the most appropriate to find him?

Han Yi's face was full of fear at the right time: "Yes, my luck is really good. If my luck is worse, I will have to die outside."

Isn't it.

If Han Yi was besieged by three disciples in the eighth stage of Qi training at the same time, it would be too dangerous. Maybe he would really die in Tianqing City.

"By the way, Shopkeeper He, do you know what happened that made us leave overnight?"

Han Yi didn't beat around the bush and asked directly.

He Fangwei shook his head: "I'm just a businessman, how should I know."

"Let's get back to business. Daoyou, do you have any elixirs to sell today?"

Han Yi also knew that He Fangwei didn't want to tell him.

Yes, to He Fangwei, he was just an ordinary disciple and had no right to know.

If the relationship is not in place, some things can't be said.

Han Yi shook his head: "Shopkeeper He, I have some magic weapons here, see if Jiulong Store will accept them."

"Of course, as long as it's a business, Jiulong can do it." He Fangwei heard the words and answered without hesitation.

Han Yi nodded and took out the first magic weapon.

This is a long-handled umbrella-shaped magic weapon. This magic weapon is the most seriously damaged, even more than half of it is damaged.

"This is a mid-grade magic weapon, but it is too badly damaged and cannot be repaired. We can only dismantle it and sell it as materials."

"How about this, 300 spirit stones. This price is very fair. You will never get a higher price than this if you go to other places."

He Fangwei's eyes flashed with the brilliance of a businessman. After appraising it, he gave a price.

Han Yi nodded.

Of course, he knew that the so-called "fair price" mentioned by the shopkeeper was just a common business term.

And he couldn't really take it to other places for appraisal. After all, it was too time-consuming and laborious. Moreover, it would take a longer time to build trust. He had done a lot of business in Jiulong and was more or less familiar with it.

"Okay, then the price is 300 spirit stones." Han Yi confirmed.

He Fangwei smiled. In this special period of the sect, the original price of resources and materials doubled. With this deal, he could make a lot of money.

"Wait, there is another one."

Seeing that He Fangwei was about to pay, Han Yi took out the second magic weapon from the storage bag.

This is a long banner-shaped magic weapon.

"Oh, the Blood Soul Banner." He Fangwei's eyes lit up, and then he looked at Han Yi with a complicated look.

"Does Manager He know it?"

"Of course, the Blood Soul Banner is one of the regular magic weapons of the Blood God Sect."

He Fangwei picked up the Blood Soul Banner, nodded, and showed satisfaction.

"It's a medium-grade magic weapon. Although it's a little damaged, it's not a big deal. It only needs a little refining to recover."

"Daoyou, your luck is really good."

He Fangwei said the last sentence to Han Yi with a smile.

Han Yi's face was calm: "Lucky, really lucky, Manager He, give me a price."

"Well..., according to the market price, a normal mid-grade magic weapon is worth about 1,000 to 10,000 spirit stones."

"This Blood Soul Banner has four main souls inside, which should normally be worth about 4,000 spirit stones, but it is damaged, so it can be estimated at 3,500."

"But..."

He Fangwei paused at this point.

"But, to be honest, fellow Daoist, the market is in short supply of this type of combat magic weapon. Jiulong Store will give a discount on this magic weapon, so how about estimating it at 4,000?"

He Fangwei originally wanted to estimate it at 3,500, but after thinking about it, he added 500 more.

After all, this kind of magic weapon belongs to the Blood God Sect, and the Blood God Sect cultivators who own this grade of magic weapon are all in the late stage of Qi training. Han Yi actually owns such a magic weapon.

It is definitely not the good luck he said. The most likely possibility is that he killed a Blood God Sect cultivator in the late stage of Qi training and got the magic weapon.

This is why his face was complicated and he finally gave an extra 500 spirit stones.

For businessmen, making money is of course the fundamental thing, but how to make money and how much to make also depends on the situation.

"Okay, let's make an estimate of 4,000 spirit stones."

Han Yi's face finally showed joy.

4,000 spirit stones, you know, the shadowless sword he bought last time was only 3,500 spirit stones, and this blood soul banner, even if it is damaged, is higher than his shadowless sword, which shows that its quality is even higher than the shadowless sword. It's a pity that I'm not used to this kind of magic weapon, so I have to sell it.

"By the way, there's another one."

Han Yi took out the blood-colored long sword and placed it on the table. The invisible evil spirit instantly dissipated.

He Fangwei looked at Han Yi with more complicated eyes.

"Daoyou, your luck is something."

Han Yi nodded: "Lucky, really lucky, shopkeeper He, please give an estimate."

He Fangwei appraised it and gave an estimate of 3,000 spirit stones.

Han Yi was a little confused. The intact sword was worth three thousand spirit stones, while the damaged long banner was estimated at four thousand.

He Fangwei saw Han Yi's confusion and explained: "The price standard of the magic weapon is mainly measured by its source material and power. The power of the blood soul banner is stronger than that of the blood knife. Even if it is damaged, but not seriously, its price is higher than that of the blood knife."

Han Yi nodded.

"Okay, then let's calculate it according to the estimate of Shopkeeper He."

"There is one last magic weapon. Shopkeeper He, give me an estimate."

Han Yi took out the three silver beads used by the cold young man and placed them on the table.

He Fangwei stood up fiercely and exclaimed.

"Top-grade magic weapon, silver light beads?"

He stared at the beads for three breaths before turning to look at Han Yi. His expression was no longer complicated, but solemn.

"Daoyou, your luck is against the sky."

The luck he mentioned at this moment has another meaning, that is, strength.

Han Yi heard the hidden meaning in his words and just smiled: "Yes, I'm lucky, I'm lucky."

"Does Shopkeeper He recognize this set of magic tools?"

"Of course I recognize it, the famous Silver Light Beads. This set of magic tools comes from the Nandou Temple, one of the three major sects. It is also one of the most famous magic tools among the top-grade magic tools."

"Fellow Daoist, are you sure you want to sell it?"

He Fangwei stared at Han Yi with burning eyes.