"Cao, what kind of attitude do you have?" Guan Ling suddenly said dissatisfied.

"For people who don't have money, that's my attitude!" the middle-aged man said impatiently, and then returned to his recliner, as if he was too lazy to take care of Ye Haochuan and the others.

"Let's go, I really don't have that much money!" Su Zehao was shocked by the price, and said lonely.

He is considered a young master in the world, but he is not a family of monks. All his savings were accumulated little by little by himself.

So far, he has only been a few million spirit crystals, and he can't afford to spend hundreds of millions at all.

Ye Haochuan smiled indifferently, and suddenly said, "Isn't it just a hundred thousand spirit crystals?

As soon as these words came out, the whole room fell silent. Guan Ling and Liu Sheng were better, knowing that Ye Haochuan had ransacked the Evil Sect's warehouse.

Su Zehao was once again stunned by Ye Haochuan's words, and muttered: "Brother Ye, this is 100,000 high-grade spirit crystals, not middle-grade or low-grade, you ......"

"I know it's a top-grade product, if it's a garbage product of 100,000 low-grade spirit crystals, I won't buy it!" Ye Haochuan said with a smile.

For the treasure market, he still has to know a little more than Su Zehao. Last time, Ge Ding's eight defensive spirit weapons were all fried to hundreds of millions of low-grade spirit crystals, not to mention this treasure weapon?

When the middle-aged man heard Ye Haochuan's words, his face was first happy, and then when he thought of Ye Haochuan's identity, he was suddenly disappointed, and sneered: "Don't be kidding, a few monkeys who just came in from outside, where did they get so many spirit crystals?"

The middle-aged man has been setting up shop here for some days, and he knows a lot about the monks who come and go. Compared with the interior of the Subseismic Metaverse, the outside world can simply be described as "barren".

Not only is there no natural treasure, but there is not even a spiritual mine. Even if the monks outside were to "save money" for a lifetime, it would be impossible to save many spirit crystals.

Unlike the Sub-Earthquake Metaverse, all kinds of resources are abundant. Just wander around, and you can get a variety of resource adventures. Compared to the monks inside, the monks outside were not much different from the level of asking for food.

Just like Su Zehao, he struggled to collect millions of lower-grade spirit crystals, and he couldn't even afford a good peak spirit weapon.

Ye Haochuan didn't follow the boss's nonsense, and directly threw a storage ring into the boss's hand.

The boss looked at it with some confusion, and suddenly gasped.

In this ring, almost all of them are low-grade spirit crystals, but there are definitely no less than 100,000 of them.

The middle-aged man's expression changed instantly, and he walked over with a smile on his face, as if greeting his father-in-law.

"This young master, I didn't know Mount Tai just now, this is the pen you want, you put it away!"

Hold the grass, this guy really counts the dog's face, and he will change when he says it!

Ye Haochuan felt a burst of disdain in his heart, took the wooden box containing the brush, and handed it to Su Zehao.

Su Zehao was a little stunned, he couldn't figure out why Ye Haochuan had so much money. After a long time, he swallowed heavily and said, "Brother Ye, this ...... It's also too expensive, you ...... Or quit?"

Although he said so, anyone with a discerning eye could see that his eyes were full of reluctance.

"That's a little bit of money, it's nothing. You're my eldest brother, wouldn't you be sorry for Mannie if you couldn't afford to pay this little money?" Ye Haochuan said with a smile.

It's not that he pretended to be forced and robbed the treasure house several times, but he really doesn't lack spirit crystals now.

Su Zehao was a little moved, but he was still a little hesitant.

"Don't mother-in-law, mother-in-law, this should be my dowry to Mannie, okay?" Ye Haochuan smiled and stuffed the pen directly into Su Zehao's arms.

Su Zehao's heart was uncertain, Ye Haochuan first gave him the Mingwu Pill, and now bought him a treasure. This friendship touched him very much.

Recall that a few months ago, the two reached innocence together. Since then, he has also gained a small inheritance. He originally thought that he had already thrown Ye Haochuan away in terms of cultivation.

But he didn't want to, Ye Haochuan had already walked in front of him early. This kind of change is really emotional.

"Why do you want to do so much? Anyway, I won't be an enemy with him in the future, the stronger he is, the more benefits I will get!"

As soon as he thought of this, Su Zehao was no longer entangled in this.

He cautiously opened the wooden box, and a soft blue light came out of the wooden box. The blue light gradually dissipated, and a slender brush about a foot long appeared in front of everyone.

This pen barrel is made of special spiritual mines, the whole body is dark, and the workmanship is fine. The tip of the pen should be made of the fur of some kind of high-level spirit animal, revealing this trace of ferocity and spirituality.

"This is called 'Lion's Hair Shenhao', and the tip of the pen is made of the beard of the Tianshan Snow Lion, which is powerful...... "The middle-aged man patiently introduced this item.

"Lion's Haired Divine Hair, Good Name!" Su Zehao muttered, his eyes full of joy.

"Boss, do you have any other treasures here?" Ye Haochuan suddenly asked.

The middle-aged man's face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly introduced: "Of course there is, don't look at my small shop, there are a lot of good things!"

The middle-aged man obviously rarely encountered such a big money as Ye Haochuan, so he quickly opened a secret door and introduced Ye Haochuan and others into the door.

There aren't many things in this small room, and they don't add up to a dozen or so. But these things are several steps up from the outside.

The things outside, except for one or two treasures from the town store, are mostly spiritual weapons. And every piece here is no less valuable than the lion's beard.

"I'll go, isn't this just a broken stone, how can it be more expensive than a treasure?" Guan Ling pointed to an ore with a price tag of 200,000 spirit crystals.

The middle-aged man hurriedly explained with a smile: "This is the best cold blood stone, if you use it well, it is not impossible to refine a high-grade treasure weapon, and the price is naturally more expensive." ”

When it comes to the level of treasure weapons, one level of strength, the combat power can definitely be doubled.

The monks of the Yuan Infant Stage and the monks of the Yudan Period all used treasures. Monks at the peak of the Yudan can generally only obtain intermediate-level treasures. When the magic weapon reaches the late stage of the treasure level, even the Yuan Infant stage will fight for the head and blood.

"I said, boss, you have so many treasures here, just you are a monk in the early stage of the Dan Dynasty, and you are not afraid of being robbed?" Ye Haochuan quipped.

"This young master said with a smile, my Qianbaolou is an industry under the Ye family, who would eat the ambition leopard gall and come to rob our things?" the middle-aged man smiled.

"The Ye family's industry?" Ye Haochuan suddenly understood.

The Ye family, as the family of Ye Hao, the god of war, is a well-deserved first family in the Sub-Zhen Metaverse. With Ye Hao's big signboard, no one really dares to provoke him.

"Huh, what is this?"

Ye Haochuan's gaze suddenly condensed on a dark jar, the things in this hut were undoubtedly high-end goods, and the price was more than 100,000.

And this jar doesn't look like anything special. On the price column, the words "not for sale" were written, which made Ye Haochuan curious.

(End of chapter)