In the courtyard, shopkeeper Sun's eyes almost went straight.
Zhao Yisu stood in the yard and took out the corpses of the Firefly one after another. The huge skeletons, which were often more than ten meters tall, were like toys in her hands. She played with them casually and arranged them in a circle around her. , but the yard is big enough, otherwise it will be too choked to fit.
After taking out the food, Zhao Yisu clapped his hands and said, "Including the ones outside, there are seventeen in total. Can the shopkeeper eat it?"
If one corpse costs over a hundred or eighty spiritual stones, it would be easy to say, but for the seventeen corpses, each one costs sixty high-grade spiritual stones. The total price is a matter of four to five thousand high-grade spiritual stones. . Among similar shops on Kaiyuan Street, Tonghui Treasure Pavilion is the largest. The shopkeeper is considered to have seen the world, but for such a large amount of business, he needs to report it to the superiors.
Zhao Yisu saw that he was hesitant and had no ink, so he said: "Businesses must be fair and voluntary. How about you see how much of these goods you can eat, and I can take the rest to other places to ask?"
"No, no, no, no..." Shopkeeper Sun quickly stopped the person.
Baoqi Pavilion is engaged in the business of artifacts. Nowadays, the business of magical artifacts is very popular, and all kinds of materials are scarce. Things like the whole carcass of the fourth-grade Fire Letter Flycatcher are in real short supply. For example, if the coccyx of the Fire Flycatcher is carefully removed from the back, it will become the prototype of the excellent nine-section whip. Its skin and feathers are also top-notch in fire resistance, and are excellent for making magic weapons and elixirs.
If this batch of goods leaves the Treasure Artifact Pavilion and is obtained by another family, then if the Treasure Artifact Pavilion refines the same magic weapon as others, how can it be said to be uniquely competitive? Therefore, Shopkeeper Sun's top priority is to retain people first.
"Master Zhao Xian, wait a moment. It's not that Baoqi Pavilion has no money. I can tell you that our boss is never short of money. It's just that the transaction amount today is relatively large. According to the rules, I have to report it to the superior. Just a moment, just two words It's time for tea..." After saying this, he was afraid that Zhao Yisu would refuse, so he hurriedly called people: "Pengzi, Pengzi——"
Shopkeeper Sun was busy working, and someone brought tables, chairs and tea to Zhao Yisu, so she took the opportunity to sit down.
There was also a fruit plate on the tea table, which contained peanuts, melon seeds and other dried fruits.
Zhao Yisu frowned slightly, thinking about eating peanuts in the Western Continent, so he took advantage of the break to chat with Shopkeeper Sun.
"I have been in seclusion for several years, but I didn't know that there are so many kinds of dried fruits outside? Aren't they saying that cultivation resources are in short supply nowadays, and most of the cultivated land has been converted into spiritual grass gardens?"
Shopkeeper Sun smiled and said: "It turns out that there was really no such plump peanuts before when I was a child. But in the past few years, there was a grocery store in the mortal market. I heard that the area was not big, but The items for sale are rare, they are all vegetables, fruits and the like of excellent quality, and the prices are extremely affordable, even ordinary people can afford them."
Zhao Yisu: "Where is this shop?"
"The nearest one should be in Qizhou City."
"Do you think there are more branches?"
"Not only that, I heard that there are them in all the major mortal markets in the four continents! But the opening time is not fixed. Sometimes it is early and sometimes it is late, sometimes it is open for several days in a row, and sometimes it is closed for more than half a year."
Shopkeeper Sun habitually calculated the business experience: "The shopkeeper seems to know that he doesn't know how to do business. If the owner of the grocery store is willing to cooperate with us and switch to the monk's business, there will be a lot of spiritual stones to be earned."
Zhao Yisu thought to himself - I'm afraid the old man won't be happy.
She understood a little bit in her heart, but she kept it all secret.
As soon as he put down the tea cup in his hand, the waiter Peng Zi respectfully led a person downstairs - it took just two sips of tea.
Shopkeeper Sun saw it and stood up quickly: "Hey Mr. Tu, why are you in the mood to come down?"
The gentleman surnamed Tu is a burly middle-aged man. Being called "Mr." is a bit inconsistent with his appearance. Because of his tall and thick appearance, he really wants to be called "Master Tu".
He wore a loose shorts and a leather apron hung around his waist. He had used it for an unknown number of years and it had numerous scratches and rough edges. Look at his hands again, they are thick and solid, with calluses on one hand, his beard and hair are messy, and there are burnt curls on the edges.
Those eyes were covered with dark circles, and their pupils were so cloudy that they looked like they hadn't been able to wake up for a thousand years.
However, these eyes, when they saw the corpses of the Fire Letter Flycatcher in the yard, immediately stared: "Buy! Buy, buy, buy!"
Shopkeeper Sun said hurriedly: "Okay!" He immediately asked Pengzi to get the spiritual stone.
Zhao Yisu asked: "Is this your boss?"
Shopkeeper Sun: "No, this is Mr. Weapon Maker in our shop. Our boss values him the most. Mr. Tu wants to buy even tens of thousands of spirit stones."
Zhao Yisu glanced at Shopkeeper Sun - no wonder he only needed two sips of tea. The owner of Baoqi Pavilion was not here. Shopkeeper Sun wanted to tell Mr. Tu from the beginning, for fear that she would become impatient and run away.
However, when Mr. Tu came downstairs just now, shopkeeper Sun pretended to be surprised again, as if Pengzi had taken the initiative to invite people down, and he did not want to offend others.
For such a shrewd and smooth person, being a shopkeeper is really a good fit.
While the two of them were talking, Mr. Tu kept looking at the Firefly, marveling at it, and then used his spiritual power to sweep everything into his storage bag.
Someone who can make spiritual weapons must be a cultivator, but this person Zhao Yisu's grade cannot be discerned.
Her true cultivation level is at the early stage of fifth level. Could it be that this person is above fifth level?
"Master Zhao Xian, these are your spiritual stones. There are 4,760 high-grade spiritual stones in total. Please check them." Shopkeeper Sun presented the storage bag.
Zhao Yisu swept away his spiritual power and nodded with satisfaction: "The Baoqi Pavilion is very refreshing. I will come back next time when I have something good."
"Hey, hey, you stay!" Shopkeeper Sun stopped the person with a quick step and said in a loud voice: "What about next time? Don't you still have the bones of a sixth-grade Golden Eyed Flame Falcon on you? Why don't you sell them to us as well? ?”
When Mr. Tu, who had already gone up to the second floor, heard this, he jumped down from the second floor and landed in front of Zhao Yisu with a clang, causing the floor to shake. This shows how powerful his body is.
Those burning eyes were staring straight into Zhao Yisu's eyes, trying to make holes in him. The opponent has a strong coercion, not only in terms of strength and physique, but also in terms of spiritual consciousness.
Zhao Yisu was sure that the opponent's cultivation level must be higher than his own. His fists were as big as clay pots, and his small body was not even big enough to carry him twice.
"Uh..." Zhao Yisu stepped back and said with a smile: "This is the boundary of Fuxi Mountain. You don't want to buy and sell by force, right?"
"Humph——" Mr. Tu stared into her eyes and took a step forward.
Zhao Yisu took a step back.
He took another step forward, and Zhao Yisu took another step back.
Just three or four steps back and forth, Zhao Yisu's heels had already touched the wall, and there was no way to retreat. She secretly had the aura of luck in her body, thinking to herself, if I can't beat him, can I still run away?
The next second, all the spiritual energy was poured into Windwalker, and he was about to escape. Just as he was flying into the air - he was firmly grasped by his ankle by a hand.
