Xie Jiuniang was in a dilemma now.
The stall owner is a weirdo, he may not sell whatever you like.
Xie Jiuniang narrowed her eyes and said tentatively: "Okay, one million is one million, I'll buy one."
Then she reached for the small gourd.
Suddenly the stall owner raised his hand and said, "This little gourd is no longer for sale."
After saying this, he picked up the small gourd.
"laugh!"
The man at the booth next to him scoffed.
It really means that.
Xie Jiuniang also had a dark look on her face. She had never encountered such a weird thing before. If she didn't want to sell, she shouldn't set up a stall.
Was this done deliberately to trick people?
But the other party is a god, and there seems to be nothing he can do.
Chao Yan, on the other hand, was thoughtful and said through a message: "Disciple, let's go. This man is not here to sell anything. He is waiting for someone to prove the opportunity."
"What is the opportunity to prove it?" Xie Jiuniang was surprised.
"There are some very lucky people in the world of immortality. They often feel something when they encounter opportunities. Those who are willing to spend millions at the grocery store to buy something are probably something that has a special feeling for them."
Chao Yan was very ashamed of this deity's behavior.
I didn't realize the opportunity, so I put it on the stall. Someone wanted to buy it, but he regretted not selling it. Shameless is a little bit shameless, but you don't have to bear the consequences of robbing people of opportunities.
After all, the thing originally belonged to him.
Xie Jiuniang thought about her own experience and successfully made the stall owner feel sick!
But there's nothing you can do about it. As Master said, you can't force people to sell their things whether they like it or not.
Xie Jiuniang turned and left.
"Disciple, is that little gourd an opportunity?" Chao Yan asked thoughtfully.
Xie Jiuniang shook her head and said with a smile: "I don't have any special feeling. I just wanted to buy it because I wanted to give it a try. Fortunately, he didn't agree, otherwise I would have spent another million."
She was originally used as a cover.
Fortunately, she was cautious and did not directly say that she wanted to buy the Fuso Token, otherwise, the token would have been put away.
Xie Jiuniang asked in confusion: "Master, doesn't the black market care about him like this?"
"He is the transformed god." Chao Yan reminded darkly.
When Xie Jiuniang heard this, she understood.
This is the privilege of the strong. The black market knows about it and has to turn a blind eye.
Xie Jiuniang said: "What about the person next to him? Why do you have the courage to cause trouble?"
"Oh, that's also a god, probably from the black market." Chao Yanyi pointed out.
Are all today's gods so boring?
Xie Jiuniang was numb. The Southern Territory Avatar seemed to be working extra hard and even ran out to set up a stall.
I saw the two of them walking away.
Later, the younger one didn't know what he said, and the older one even chuckled.
As a monk with strong cultivation, it is not difficult to tell that the two of them are communicating. The conversation should have been light-hearted, and the elder chuckled lightly, showing no trace of resentment for missing the opportunity.
The stall owner's hand tightened on the small gourd.
The man watching next to him sneered again, "Oh, this little gourd is a big opportunity. Hurry up and put it away."
"You crazy dog, why are you always at odds with me?"
"Who asked you to break the rules of the black market?"
"You are free to buy and sell. If I am happy, I will sell one piece. If you are not happy, I will not sell it. What violates the rules of the black market?" the stall owner said without shame.
The man mocked again, "If you say you won't violate it, then you won't violate it."
"..."
Until Xie Jiuniang followed Chao Yan and left the black market, she didn't buy the Fuso Token again.
This mentality is very stable.
Sword Spirit was anxious for her, "Are you really going to leave like this and not buy it back? He said it's one million pieces, so you can just throw away the one million and take it away."
"Do you dare to think that no matter how fast I move, I can still be faster than the Transformation God?"
"Can you ask Master for help?"
"It's too troublesome. I have to go to the auction later." Xie Jiuniang's attitude was a blessing in disguise.
Sword Spirit has been to the Fusang Secret Realm and naturally knows the importance of the Fuso Order. "Dog Master, have you forgotten? If you collect nine of them, you can become the master of the Secret Realm."
"You also said you wanted to collect all nine."
Xie Jiuniang now has five.
One more or one less will have little impact, and will not affect entering the secret realm.
In her mind, it was extremely difficult to get nine coins together.
Therefore, the mentality can be stable.
After visiting the black market, Chao Yan took her away without looking back, with no intention of going back again.
The stall owner who was paying attention to the two of them felt aggrieved and thought: Isn't the little gourd a chance?
The man next to him laughed again, gloating, "When a piece of garbage is lucky enough to be sold for one million, some people don't cherish it. When they leave, they start to regret it again..."
The stall owner holding the small gourd was so angry that he subconsciously used some force.
Then, the small gourd was pinched open.
Open your palm and take a look——
"Hahaha, Wutiemu!"
The man laughed wantonly, and even squeezed a spiritual shield in time to prevent the laughter from spreading, "If it hadn't been broken, it would still be worth 1,800 spiritual stones, but now it's broken..."
Ebony ironwood is a spiritual wood that is very hard.
Many weapon masters will use it to refine flying swords.
The ebony wood used in this small gourd is relatively rare, at least thousands of years old. In addition, the person who made it did not know what kind of thing was painted on the surface. It looks smooth to the touch, and it looks like that.
It is sold as a handicraft in the market and is worth thousands of spiritual stones.
Someone offered one million, but ended up not selling...
It's okay if you don't know, but it's hard to avoid being upset if you know.
With a dark face, the stall owner collected the miscellaneous things and left the black market in depression.
Xie Jiuniang didn't know there was such a thing in the black market.
You'll probably laugh if you know it.
Next door to the City Lord's Mansion is the auction house.
The master and apprentice didn't even take off their cloaks, they came over directly and handed the invitation at the door. Someone came over and took the two of them to the VIP room on the third floor with thoughtful etiquette.
The single room is elegantly decorated and has a faint floral fragrance.
There are spiritual fruits and spiritual tea on the coffee table, which are provided free of charge.
The auction has not yet started.
Xie Jiuniang sat down and looked down.
Below is a hall with many tables and chairs, as well as an auction table.
People in the private room on the third floor can clearly see the situation in the hall below, but people outside cannot see the situation in the private room because the private room is equipped with an array to prevent prying eyes.
Chao Yan shook the book in his hand and asked with a smile: "Do you want to see the auction list?"
"want!"
Xie Jiuniang took out the tea set herself.
I made a pot of tea for Master and then took the auction list.
Chao Yan drank the tea made by his apprentice, not to mention how happy he was in his heart, "I'll take pictures of whatever I like later, Master will give it to you."
"Okay, thank you Master first." Xie Jiuniang was not polite to him and started flipping through the auction list, "Hey, what is this? Wild goose feather fan, blazing sun bow, thousand-year-old spiritual plant, and this, there is one of them. Waiting skills."
"Hey, is this real or fake, half-immortal artifact auction?!"
The little apprentice was flipping through the list and talking.
If this person was not his disciple, Chao Yan would probably throw him out of the private room.
It's noisy!
(End of chapter)
