Chu Yin's things were all good, and he quickly sold most of them. Seeing that no one cared about the rest, he didn't hesitate, put away the things, and handed over the position to the next person.
The next person to appear was Fatty Wu. Among this group of people, he and Chu Yin were the only ones in the late stage of Qi refining. Xu Wen did not show his true strength, so he was the second to appear without hesitation.
A few things were placed outside, and Xu Wen's eyes suddenly widened.
There was a cyan dagger inside, and under the beam of the Heavenly Eye, it emitted a bright white light.
Fatty Wu actually got a piece of the Blue Scale Sword from nowhere. After taking him down, Xu Wen only had the last piece of the Blue Scale Sword left.
At the same time, Liu Minghe also saw the green scale sword.
Others didn't know this thing, but he knew everything about Xu Wen and Liu Bao's entanglement. He couldn't help but look back at Xu Wen, and he happened to meet Xu Wen's averted eyes.
The two of them have a tacit understanding, and they can tell each other instantly, but they already know some things.
Fatty Wu's luck was obviously not as good as the others, and the quality of the things he brought out was not very high. It took a while before three or four things came out.
Seeing that the fire was almost done, Xu Wen stood up, pointed at the Green Scale Sword, and said in a very calm voice:
"Fellow Daoist Wu, this Broken Sword is interesting. I want it. How many spiritual stones are there?"
"Take the fifty spirit stones!"
Looking at Qinglin Sword indifferently, Fatty Wu said loudly:
"Even though it's just a broken sword, it's very sharp. The original grade must have been very high. If there wasn't only one piece left, I wouldn't have been willing to buy it!"
Ignoring his bragging, Xu Wen took out the spirit stone and was about to buy it, when a voice suddenly came from the side:
"I also like this cutting sword very much. One hundred spiritual stones, I want it!"
Turning around abruptly, a red-faced man full of anger and calling himself Wang Hong was looking at Xu Wen with squinted eyes, something strange seemed to be flashing in his eyes.
Xu Wen immediately realized something was wrong.
Although the Blue Scale Sword is of high quality, most of it is in his hands. Even if others get it, it is impossible to repair it. The only use is to recycle the materials or reprocess them.
It's not that it's not worth a hundred spirit stones, but this method takes a long time and doesn't make much money. Most people are not willing to do it.
If you have the time, wouldn't you find other ways to earn spiritual stones?
Just like Fatty Wu, he is not a fool and knows how extraordinary the Blue Scale Sword is, but he is still willing to sell fifty spirit stones to Xu Wen, but he is too lazy to earn the hard-earned money.
But Wang Hong had already done this, and it was obvious that he was not targeting Qinglin Sword, but Xu Wen.
I have never had any disputes with the other party, and I don’t understand why the other party would target me.
Xu Wen was secretly annoyed in his heart, but he didn't show it on his lips and said calmly:
"200 spirit stones!"
For rich people, problems that can be solved with money are not problems. Xu Wen is exactly this kind of rich person.
After killing Li Yun, a lot of things were harvested from the three of them, which not only supplemented the income from the Foundation Establishment Pill, but also had a surplus.
As soon as these words came out, other people who didn't care much at first looked at the two people and Qinglin Sword.
Either this dagger has a secret, or the two of them have a feud.
Fatty Wu was laughing happily. He had already studied the merits of this broken sword. There must be something going on between the two of them.
It’s nice to have a holiday, just let me make money!
As soon as Xu Wen finished speaking, he looked at Wang Hong.
Sure enough, Wang Hong shouted without hesitation:
"300!"
He doesn't lack this little spiritual stone either.
"500!"
Not wanting to get entangled with him, Xu Wen directly added two hundred spirit stones.
"600!"
To Xu Wen's surprise, Wang Hong continued to follow the bidding. Six hundred spirit stones was no longer a small number.
Even though Xu Wen had a good temper, he couldn't help but secretly hold the hilt of the Black Iron Magic Sword, stared at him for a while, and then said coldly:
"1000!"
"1100!"
Wang Hong continued to increase prices, making it clear that he was going to cause trouble.
From the changes in the bids, others gradually realized that Xu Wen really wanted the dagger, but Wang Hong was obviously just trying to cause trouble for Xu Wen.
"1500!"
At this time, Xu Wen calmed down and added another 400 spirit stones in a leisurely manner.
"1600!"
As expected, Wang Hong continued to increase prices.
"alright!"
The next moment, Chu Yin suddenly spoke up, frowned and stared at the other party:
"Wang Hong, Fellow Daoist Xu is my brother, what are you doing?"
"Brother Chu, this matter has nothing to do with you! This... this fellow Daoist Xu..."
Wang Hong still had some taboos about Chu Yin. After thinking about it, he pointed his finger and asked:
"They all have their eyes on the same thing. The one with the highest price will get it, no problem!"
He just didn't let go, and Chu Yin felt helpless for a moment. The other party was not a good person, and those evil cultivators belonged to his group.
Turning to look at Xu Wen, he was about to mediate, but he saw Xu Wen waved his hand and said calmly:
"2500!"
"2600!"
Wang Hong continued to increase the price while looking at Xu Wen provocatively.
He originally thought that his opponent would definitely continue to increase the price, but Xu Wen smiled and sat down without saying a word, as if he was not the one who had just confronted him.
This change of move caught Wang Hong off guard.
When Fatty Wu saw this, he laughed several times, walked over with the Green Scale Sword, and said loudly:
"Thank you for your support, brother, 2,600 spirit stones!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Hong's face suddenly turned the color of pig liver.
2600 spirit stones to buy a broken sword, unless he is crazy.
He just wanted to make Xu Wen feel uncomfortable. He had originally thought that the other party would not be able to save face because of his young age and would be stubborn to the end.
Unexpectedly, the other party pulled away so quickly, leaving the hot potato in his own hands.
2600 spirit stones, don’t say he doesn’t have it, even if he does, he will never give it out.
Looking at Fatty Wu staring at him with a smile, he could only bite the bullet and said:
"This...this, Fellow Daoist Wu, I...that don't have so many spirit stones for the time being, can...can..."
"You're fucking kidding me..."
Fatty Wu suddenly became angry.
He was not a good person who dared to take risks in the Xishan ruins. With an angry shout, he sacrificed his magical weapon on the spot. Several people behind him also stood up, drew out their magical weapons and surrounded him.
The evil cultivators who were with Wang Hong all avoided him. They were just working together to make a fortune. They were barely partners, let alone friends.
If Wang Hong is bullied by outsiders, they might still help, but only those who take the initiative to find trouble and cannot bring benefits to everyone will pay attention to him.
Wang Hong's expression changed drastically. It was absolutely impossible for him to produce this spiritual stone.
He is also a ruthless person who can bend and stretch. He gritted his teeth and took out 300 spiritual stones from his arms, and repeatedly held his hands to Fatty Wu:
"Brother, I was reckless. These 300 spirit stones are my apology. Please forgive me, Senior Brother Wu!"
At the same time, he also said to several other evil cultivators:
"Senior brothers, please, for the sake of past friendship, please say a few kind words to me..."
“Originally, I was charged half the fine, but this time I’ll forget it!”
Looking at the evil cultivators who were all looking over, they seemed to feel that it was not good to push them too far. Fatty Wu grabbed the spirit stone and muttered a few words.
Then, he turned around and walked back to Xu Wen. He handed over the broken sword with a smile and said:
"Junior Brother Xu, do you still want this sword? It only costs 300 spirit stones?"
