Chapter 132: A Chance

Perhaps the third-order low-grade magic sword was not Lin Shiming's best, but the third-order mid-grade magic sword undoubtedly stood out among the base-building stalls. Google search reading

As the monks gathered together, more and more monks came over. Although they were not as close as ordinary people, they were not far apart. This was still very rare in the street stall area, let alone building a foundation and setting up a stall. district.

In an instant, three or four people made bids for Lin Shiming's sound transmission. This tacit agreement on the price for sound transmission was obviously not to give Lin Shiming the highest bidder.

However, what they don't know is that Lin Shiming himself is not for the spirit stone.

Lin Shiming himself had 400,000 spirit stones in his storage bag, and his family gave him another 200,000 spirit stones.

For him, a monk in the early stages of foundation building, participating in the Qingxuan Conference was enough.

"The third-order mid-grade magical sword can only be exchanged for the equivalent value of spiritual bamboo or third-order monster luring grass! The same goes for the third-order low-grade magical sword!" Lin Shiming spoke directly, without giving anyone a chance to continue transmitting the message.

After hearing this, most of the monks who had no treasures continued to check other stalls. A few monks were still standing aside, trying to talk about the price, but Lin Shiming shook his head.

At this time, everyone turned and left, except for those monks who obviously had evil intentions.

It is impossible for them to give high prices. After all, shopping at street stalls is for the price discount. If it violates this original intention, it is better to go to those big shops.

Lin Shiming is not angry, but closes his eyes and rests. Just now he was the monk who bought, and he is waiting for the monk who sells.

With this spread, almost all the news spread.

Time passed quickly, and more than half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, a gray-robed monk with a mustache walked up to Lin Shiming.

"Would you sell this sword for 110,000 spiritual stones?"

"Fellow Taoist, please come back. I only change the spirit bamboo or the monster luring grass!" Lin Shiming shook his head, with a disappointed look on his face. However, at this moment, the bearded monk sent a message to Lin Shiming again:

"Lingzhu, I do have a sword here, but I'm afraid your sword is a little lacking!"

After saying that, the bearded monk looked pained, as if he was making a difficult decision.

"Oh, I wonder if you could show me the spiritual bamboo?" Lin Shiming said with some interest.

And a sly smile suddenly flashed across the corner of the other party's mouth.

"Of course you can, but there are too many people here, so why not go to the trading house?" Little Beard suggested.

Lin Shiming hesitated for a moment, and then spoke:

"Yes, yes, but the price of the trading house has to be paid by you!"

Of course, his hesitation was not because of this, but because he could see that the mustache wanted to blackmail him.

"This..." Xiao Xiu was a little embarrassed.

"Fellow Taoist, the treasures I have are here, and they are only exchanged for the same value. If your Taoist's things are much higher than Lin's, Lin will never reach out to you and covet your Taoist's treasures. He still knows this. of!"

"Well, Hu really needs a magic weapon, so I'll go to the trading house with you!" After the mustache sword Lin Shiming couldn't be fooled, he also gave up the idea of ​​extorting a sum of money.

Lin Shiming put away his shop, followed the bearded monk to the trading room, and opened the trading room for the first-level and third-level spirit isolation formation.

"I have a piece of Golden Thunder Bamboo below. Fellow Taoist, you should have heard of the names of the Ten Great Spiritual Bamboos!" The bearded monk said cautiously, as if at this time, he was still afraid of being known, and someone knew that he had Golden Thunder Bamboo.

After saying that, he took out a first-level golden bamboo joint, and golden arcs flashed on the bamboo joints.

After taking a look, Little Beard put away the Golden Thunder Bamboo again.

"How about it, it's enough to replace you with three magic swords!"

"Fellow Daoist Hu is trying to amuse Lin. Your Golden Thunder Bamboo is clearly the spiritual root of the Golden Thunder Bamboo. Not to mention the toughness of the non-spiritual bamboo, it can hardly be used for weapon training. Its real function is not to cultivate the Golden Thunder Bamboo." Lin Shiming He spoke with a cold snort, his expression sullen.

"Furthermore, the spiritual root of your Golden Thunder Bamboo is still not green at all, lacks vitality, and is still stained with information from spiritual soil. Fellow Daoist Hu must have planted it before, but he just didn't do it well!"

Lin Shiming made it clear, but what made him quite speechless was that.

Fellow Daoist Hu didn't show any signs of blushing. After being exposed, he just said a light word.

"Ah, then I was deceived. I also spent 30,000 spiritual stones to buy this from someone else!"

Lin Shiming naturally didn't believe Little Beard's performance. I'm afraid Little Beard also asked the shop and offered a high price, but in the end he found that the shop had no plans to recover.

Otherwise, selling the spiritual root of this Golden Thunder Bamboo to Qingxuan Sect would be a huge profit.

After all, other sects may not be able to keep Ao for such a long time, but a sect like Qingxuan Sect with golden elixir monks can easily turn Ao into a magic weapon after a thousand years.

Lin Shiming was a little impressed that this little bearded man was still making up lies now.

"Since fellow Taoist has also been deceived, I'm quite sympathetic. Let's do this. Lin will exchange it for a third-order low-grade sword!" Lin Shiming did not expose it, but chose to continue to exchange it. After all, he was worried that the bearded monk would still have to do it in the end. Sold to the sect.

With his virtue, he is definitely shopping around.

After Lin Shiming finished speaking, he looked at him with a half-smiling look, which made the bearded monk suddenly feel a little hairy.

"Then thank you Brother Lin!" The bearded monk changed his mind anyway. At this moment, his mind was full of joy. You must know that those big shops can only open up to three thousand spiritual stones.

Even Duobao Tower, which is directly under Qingxuanzong, is like this!

After all, it's just a half-dead bamboo root.

Lin Shiming was right that he had planted it, but he was not the only one who had planted it. Many third-level spiritual plant masters had planted it, but there was no reaction at all.

He was very happy to be able to make a move at this moment.

"Fellow Daoist Lin is a wood-attribute cultivator, right?" Little Beard asked tentatively after the transaction.

"Yes, what instructions does Fellow Daoist Hu have?" Lin Shiming was speechless when he saw the other party's eyes that looked like he was being taken advantage of.

This little bearded man actually treated him as a fat sheep at this time.

"If Fellow Daoist Lin is a wood-attribute cultivator, it's just right. You can find me after the Qingxuan Conference. Hu will give you an opportunity then!!" The little bearded cultivator said beside Lin Shiming.

After that, he handed Lin Shiming a signal jade slip of a sound transmission note.

It was obvious that Lin Shiming was asked to transmit the sound through the signal jade slip.

Lin Shiming also said "thank you", and the two parted ways.

Looking at the back of the little bearded man, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at him for a long time.

After putting Yu Jiandan alone into a storage bag, he also walked out of the trading house.

Having obtained the Golden Thunder Bamboo Spiritual Root, Lin Shiming was now anxious to go back and check the vitality of the Golden Thunder Bamboo Spiritual Root, in case he could not cultivate it at that time, which would be a big mistake.

The Golden Thunder Bamboo Spiritual Root that could not be cultivated was worth at most one thousand spirit stones.

And a third-level inferior magic sword could be sold for at least 30,000 or 40,000 spirit stones. If the material was a little better, it could be sold for 60,000 or 70,000 spirit stones!