Before the chubby boy could cry the tears that represented his pain, the furious cultivator had already walked in front of them aggressively.
"You can shout really well, but you dare to cause trouble in the sales hall?!"
"Do you know who you just offended?"
After being scolded, there was a practitioner with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks next to the furious man. He suddenly noticed the young man in front of him, and then hurriedly whispered into the man's ear.
For a moment, the man laughed wantonly.
"It turns out it was the two of you. You set up a stall randomly, and we smashed your stall. Do you have a grudge?"
"Let me tell you, if you can really pull out a pound of spiritual stones, we won't say more, but if you can't..."
The man clenched his right fist, the D-level terrifying spiritual power was gathering crazily, and a crackling sound suddenly sounded from the joints.
Seeing that it was about to harm Chi Yu, the cultivators all around squeezed aside to avoid it.
These two guys are obviously only in the E-level realm. They are crazy enough to dare to cause trouble here. Do you know whose last name is in this sales hall?
But then, when other cultivators recognized the boy who looked completely indifferent and wore a black hoodie, they had the urge to curse directly.
"It's that bastard!"
"The guy who sold two grams of spirit stones and a broken skull sword in the camp!"
The cultivator who was involved in the secret realm didn't understand anything at first, but in the end, he was deceived by his crappy gadgets and was left with only his leggings.
Two grams per handful, why do you dare to sell it so expensively?
The discerning cultivator immediately got behind the man, and then cursed loudly: "Fortunately, their shabby stall was smashed in the sales area, otherwise how many newbies who had just entered the secret realm would have been killed by this bastard You were lied to!"
"You dare to cause trouble here now, you are really looking for death!"
After hearing this, the young man in a black sweatshirt frowned slightly, and then looked sideways at the little fat man who was dodging next to him.
"Oh..." The chubby boy scratched his head hesitantly, "It doesn't matter if I think about it, after all, it was almost sold out at that time."
The young man in the sweatshirt was a little helpless. This little fat man didn't even tell him what happened.
Then he raised his head and stared at the losers in the sales hall in front of him.
When the camp was not yet determined, he set up a stall at 11-7 to sell some weapons. It was because he attracted many practitioners that 11-7 was finally determined as the construction site of the camp.
But some sects wanted to bribe the officials and monopolize all the vendor business in the camp in the name of orderliness, but in the end they ended up placing random items and disrupting the order of the sales area?
Looking at the practitioners who were scolding themselves, some even heard some one-sided descriptions at the scene and started scolding them.
Two grams of spiritual stone is too expensive?
Then don’t buy it!
Before the rescue officials arrived, the practitioners involved were unable to protect themselves.
I spent the system's negative emotion points to obtain those skeleton weapons for them. In their eyes, I actually became a profiteer?
Are those two grams of spiritual stones purchased as weapons?
That's what you bought for your life!
Now that you’ve survived, you’re throwing bowls and scolding your mother?
And you need those spiritual stones?
Just turn the lottery board of your system once, and the spiritual stones will fall out like raindrops, and sometimes there will be a big bang.
And his cultivation method does not use so-called spirit stones at all. In his eyes, they are no different from ordinary currency.
But if you have to talk about your own purpose...the boy in the black sweatshirt lacks negative emotion points.
Seeing the system prompts that were frantically refreshing the screen in front of him, he actually laughed a little wiltedly, and even felt that these hateful-looking guys in front of him had become a little cute.
Then he dug into his pocket and began to rummage around with his eyebrows furrowed.
"Haha, even the storage mirror is not poor," the cultivator with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks said directly: "How dare you bid for 500 grams of spiritual stones?"
The young man rummaged for a while, even turning his trouser pockets over, and then showed a troubled look, "Oh, I'm sorry, my spirit stone seems to have been lost."
"What, lost it?"
The cultivators who were watching all laughed happily.
"I thought he could make up some kind of excuse, but this is what happened?"
"I actually thought he could take out a pound of spiritual stones. What on earth was I expecting?"
"You are the clown who was invited here, why don't you perform here?"
"Oh, you bastard trying to please others," the man directly raised his arm and hit the young man's chest like thunder, "I will teach you today, in the new world, if you don't have realm and cultivation, don't be in front of others. Making fun of you!"
Bang!
After the thunder-like sound exploded, the body of the young man wearing a black sweatshirt... did not fly backwards as expected.
The man's tiger fist stopped a few millimeters in front of the opponent's chest, but the opponent's casual expression was not moved at all. He even looked at the man as if he was looking at a waiter who was about to wipe his stains.
"What's going on?" The bystanders around him were a little confused, "Is that all it takes?"
"Absolutely. It's just an E-level. If a D-level expert punches him, even the doctors in Lijiang won't be able to save him."
"Indeed, he is just a yellow-haired boy. What can he know? He can only scare him."
While the bystanders around him were all making up their own minds about this strange scene, only the practitioner with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks noticed something was wrong.
My boss's shoulders...are shaking?
When he looked carefully, he saw something like water droplets dripping down the boss's right arm.
Is that blood?
"Boss...Boss?" The practitioner with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks started to panic.
At this time, the young man in a black sweatshirt suddenly took a step back, and then said with a respectful smile: "Thank you for your mercy."
When the male boys saw that he could still laugh, they immediately said angrily: "Boss, why are you letting this guy go?"
"At least break his arms and legs, right?"
The male was still in a stalemate, and other discerning losers shouted directly: "Are you stupid? The boss is afraid of getting his hands dirty. He is waiting for you to take action. Why are you standing there?"
The other losers suddenly realized, and just before they were about to take action, the chubby boy hurriedly squeezed over.
Although he can't help fight...but he can help get beaten.
Apart from anything else, his ability to withstand beatings is unparalleled. After all, is there any E-level realm in the world that can survive a kick from a high-level Heaven-level realm person and still be alive and kicking?
But just when he was about to squeeze through, he seemed to step on something hard, and almost tripped his fat body.
"Let me go, what is this?"
The chubby boy felt a little weird. Because of the dim lighting on the first floor, he had to look carefully to vaguely see its outline.
But the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong. He even forgot about his brother who was about to be beaten. Then he stuck out his butt and struggled to pick it up, but when his fingertips touched it, the lubricated feel suddenly made him stunned.
"Hey, I found the spirit stone I lost." The young man wearing a black sweater smiled wilfully.
The chubby boy couldn't believe it, because he actually had a spiritual stone that was close to a prism in his hand. It even felt a little heavy when he put it in his hand.
After a slight weighing, this spiritual stone weighs almost...two kilograms? !
He was a little confused. As the only son of the third generation of the second aristocratic family in Beijing, he often saw spirit stones weighing only two kilograms, but it was rare to have such a perfect shape, like a handicraft.
Spiritual stones are formed by extracting spiritual energy from inheritance as a concept and condensing it into entities. Its stability decreases exponentially when the overall mass increases.
For example, 0.5 grams is the standard rice grain shape of the Dogen class, but the shapes of the spiritual stones condensed out of thin air that are competed for in actual combat are all kinds of strange.
Among them, the closer to a rectangle or trapezoid that is easy to carry, the more difficult it is, especially the standard angular angle of 90°. And the two-pound spirit stone in front of him looked like a work of art, and considering the difference in density... it can actually be exchanged. The standard spiritual stone is probably close to three kilograms.
I'm afraid this must be a spiritual stone that can be condensed by the Chen family's servant, right?
Housekeeper, housekeeper, housekeeper, housekeeper, houseservant.
You must know that the twelve officials in the Central Plains are not divided into families. Their family guardians or servants are equivalent to the sons or even the heads of some centuries-old families.
So how can something like this, which can only be obtained by a being himself, appear here?
Of course, what's even more outrageous is that this extremely lubricated piece of art, which looks like a finely crafted work of art, actually has the footprints that I just stepped on.
While the boy was staring and thinking hard, time had not actually stopped. However, the cultivators around him followed the boy's words and after noticing the thing, their minds went blank and they froze on the spot, creating the illusion of stasis. .
The young man in a black sweatshirt saw the boy looking stupid, so he took the spirit stone from his hand and threw it casually into the crowd of scoundrels.
One of the cultivators hugged him subconsciously, and his legs were so weak that he almost knelt on the ground.
No, brother, don’t throw away two kilograms of spiritual stones.
Even if I break some crumbs, I can't afford to pay for it if I sell it.
"By the way, can you find two kilograms of spirit stones in your sales hall?" the young man asked with a half-smile.
Standing a little further away, the practitioners who were still filled with indignation just now suspected that they had heard wrongly.
Spiritual stone?
Two pounds?
"Is that really a spiritual stone? I think it's a fake, right?"
"Nothing that people can tell is fake, but you can't tell anything and say it's fake?"
"Looking at the descriptions in those, this is what is called a real spiritual stone. The ones we used before were probably just scraps."
When they were arguing, the furious male at the beginning was leaning more and more, but he was about to fall to the ground.
The cultivator with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks hurriedly supported his boss, and then wanted to return the spirit stone to the young man with trembling arms.
But the boy didn't move. The chubby boy next to him hurriedly took it and held it in his arms like a treasure.
This is a spiritual stone weighing two kilograms. When has my father ever been willing to give it to me?
"Let's leave first," the practitioner with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks supported Lao Dadao.
When they left the sales hall, one of the cultivators who followed them expressed confusion, "What's going on?"
That guy is simply rich, but his realm is only E-level. Aren't there many ways to embarrass him?
He probably wouldn't be able to hold on to the two kilograms of spiritual stone.
The cultivator with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks didn't say much, but hurriedly grabbed the cuff of his boss.
Stab——
Then the cultivator who didn't understand froze on the spot.
Because the exposed arm was already covered in blood and the arm bones were broken.
"Healing Talisman!" The cultivator with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks shouted: "Send to Lijiang Medical Department immediately!"
…
The wilted young man looked at the negative emotion values that were constantly recorded in his system, and couldn't help but sigh that those scoundrels were really being polite.
It hasn't been long since I left, and the negative emotions worth several thousand are worth it.
Then he looked at the purple branches on the stand.
[Name: Purple Red Flower Tree—Broken Branch]
[Quality: white quality]
[Effect: Broken branches can breed flowers in the sea of qi, up to seven flowers, each of which can provide the practitioner with 40% of the upper limit of the spiritual power reserve. 】
This is the formation eye of 2-17, which allows the cultivator to have an additional 2 to 3 times the spiritual power reserve in battle, and the effect is terrifying.
Even so, in the systematic evaluation, it is only white quality.
However, among the 'treasures' just auctioned, only this one was of white quality, and the others were all rubbish of 'no' quality.
For example, those so-called chance auctions look weird and unpredictable, but many of them are garbage among garbage.
Speaking of which, the two ruined weapon prototypes made the young man a little concerned.
Because the system appraisal fee for those two handles turned out to be zero negative emotion value.
But when he curiously appraised it, he found that the effect of the rusty sword was exactly as ordinary as the auctioneer described. It was just an original embryo of extremely poor quality.
But those special techniques didn't exist at all. In other words, they were really trying to make things up, and in the end they were auctioned for a high price of 20 grams, which was even better than their own.
"Then, 500 grams of spiritual stones..." the auctioneer smiled again.
The young man wearing a black sweatshirt looked at the negative emotion points he needed to light up the next star. He was only short of the last 2,000 points, then he raised his arms again and said.
"I don't have any change. Will 500 grams be a problem?"
The other cultivators were immediately speechless. You went through all the trouble and ended up regretting it?
However, that voice actually means that the words have not yet been finished.
"So, just two pounds."
…
"Two pounds?!"
Jingjing listened to the voice coming from the corner and felt that her nerves were a little broken.
After all, the price is really outrageous.
Moreover, the spirit stone can actually be weighed by a pound, which almost made me drool.
But when she found that the box was quiet, she turned around with some doubts. Then when she noticed Yin Hang, who was still dazed, she stuck out her tongue and said, "What's the matter? Are you scared to death?"
"Then you are too ignorant, aren't you?"
(End of chapter)
