Chapter 160 Making Money

Chapter 160 Making Money

"Okay, I have some personal affairs myself. I have to go out. You should not go out these days."

Ye Xuan said and left immediately.

After leaving, Ye Xuan quickly returned to the place just now.

At this time, there were still a lot of people gathered in that open space, and the young man named Lin Zhirong was still there.

"Bastard, do you still dare to come out?" The young man in Chinese clothing immediately shouted violently when he saw Ye Xuan.

"Waste, you don't have to provoke me, I won't do it. But don't forget, you have a handle on me." Ye Xuan looked at him and said coldly.

"Then what are you doing out here, trying to threaten me with this?" the young man in Huafu said in a questioning tone.

He was really afraid that Ye Xuan would report the matter and he would be disqualified.

You must know that he was able to come to Lingxiao Mansion this time because the royal family of the Black Wind Empire did not have any outstanding talents this year, so the quota was given to him. If he was kicked out, he might not be able to come again next year.

Moreover, in case of being blacklisted by Lingxiao Mansion, if only he was included in the blacklist, if the entire empire was included in the list, then even if his father was the military marshal, he would not be able to eat and walk around.

"Don't worry, I'm not as dirty as you are."

Ye Xuan snorted, suddenly jumped to a wall, and took out a cold light sword from his arms, saying: "Everyone, I have a batch of mid-grade spiritual tools here, does anyone want it?"

As soon as these words came out, they immediately caught everyone's attention.

"What? A mid-grade spirit tool?"

"How is it possible, this kid is only a person from a low-level empire, how can it be possible that he has a middle-grade spiritual weapon?"

"However, the aura emanating from the sword in his hand does seem to be a mid-grade spiritual weapon."

"Go and see."

Immediately, someone gathered around.

"This sword of yours is really a mid-grade spiritual weapon? How much are you going to sell?" A young man asked directly without thinking too much.

"It's fate that we can meet here. This cold light sword, which was just created, is only sold for 500 low-grade spar."

Ye Xuan said slowly.

"What, five hundred low-grade spar?"

There was a commotion all over the place.

The price of a middle-grade spiritual tool is indeed around five hundred low-grade spar, but it has always been priceless.

Mid-level spiritual weapons generally appear in high-level empires, and every time they appear, they are snatched away by local forces, so it is difficult for those low-level and intermediate-level empires to have one.

If an intermediate-level empire wanted to buy a middle-grade spiritual weapon, it would probably cost thousands of low-grade spar for the price alone, and it would cost no less than 3,000 to buy it through a relationship.

However, now, there is actually a low-priced mid-grade spiritual weapon for sale.

"You can't be fake, right? You're just a person from a low-level empire. How could there be a middle-grade spiritual weapon?"

Someone asked.

"Hehe, what's wrong with the low-level empires, shouldn't the people of the low-level empires be allowed to have treasures?" Ye Xuan grinned and suddenly stretched the hilt in front of the opponent, saying, "See, this mid-grade spiritual weapon? , it was made by myself!"

The whole place exploded again.

The person in front of them can actually create a mid-grade spiritual weapon?

"A blacksmith of a mid-grade spiritual tool, how is this possible? There has never been a blacksmith of a mid-grade spiritual tool in our country."

"However, the fat man just now called him Ye Xuan."

"Oh my god, a mid-level spirit weapon blacksmith is enough to elevate a low-level empire to an intermediate-level empire."

The onlookers looked at each other in disbelief.

At this moment, Lin Zhirong, a young man in gorgeous clothes, suddenly came over: "It's fake, it must be fake, this name must have been engraved by him later, do you believe it?"

After his reminder, these onlookers' eyes lit up, and it is indeed possible.

"Believe it or not, this is a mid-grade spiritual weapon anyway."

Ye Xuan was too lazy to explain, and continued: "I think everyone is generally using low-grade spirit tools. Everyone is here to participate in the assessment. If you get a middle-grade spirit tool, then you have a higher chance of passing the assessment. Nobody wants to buy it?"

A group of people are still hesitating.

A mid-grade spirit tool is very valuable, and it still needs to be carefully considered.

"I am here. If there is a fake mid-grade spiritual weapon, I will commit suicide on the spot to apologize. To be honest, I only have ten cold light swords, but you have nearly a hundred people, so it can only be first come first served. Is there anyone? Would you like to be an early bird?" Ye Xuan's voice was very loud.

"Cut." The young man in Chinese clothes suddenly snorted coldly.

In fact, many people have already expressed their desire to buy, but they are worried that after buying, they will be missed by Lin Zhirong. After all, except for Lin Zhirong and the three present, all of them were intermediate or low-level empires.

At this moment, someone suddenly asked: "I don't have so many spar in my Qiankun ring, can I use other things to cover it?"

"Of course." Ye Xuan said with a smile.

"Okay, then I'll give it a shot." A young man walked out of the crowd, and then, under the eyes of so many people, took out some spar, as well as the heavenly and earthly treasures he used to cultivate.

"Very good, the correct number, take it."

Ye Xuan directly took away the things on the ground, and then threw the cold light sword.

"Chong!"

Holding the cold light sword, the young man suddenly pulled it out, and then slashed towards the sky.

After the attack of the mid-grade spiritual weapon, it was very fast, and it disappeared until it was hundreds of meters away.

"Sure enough, it's a mid-grade spiritual weapon. Well, that's great, hahaha..." The young man was ecstatic. With a middle-grade spiritual weapon, his chances of passing the assessment were much better.

The people in the audience were silent, they glanced subconsciously, and found that many people were staring with wide eyes.

At this time, Ye Xuan took out the same cold light sword from the swallowing space and said, "The second one, who wants it!"

"I want!"

"Me too."

"Leave one for me!"

The audience suddenly burst into trouble, shouting and trying to buy one.

"Haha, don't worry, I have nine tokens here, whoever gets the tokens will buy them in order, go!"

Before Ye Xuan's voice fell, nine tokens flew out. After the young people were stunned for a while, they quickly swept out and began to compete for the tokens.

"Number one, I'm number one, the spar is here, give it to me."

"Okay, take it."

"I'm number two!"

"Give!"

"Number three, number three, number three is here."

...

In less than half a minute, Ye Xuan sold eight cold light swords.

"Hey, what about the No. 9 token?"

Ye Xuan asked in surprise.

The people below looked at each other in dismay, and none of them got the No. 9 token.

"The number nine token was smashed by him."

Suddenly someone shouted, and then everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and finally landed on Lin Zhirong, a young man in Chinese clothes.

"Hmph, so what if I broke it?" Lin Zhirong snorted coldly.