The onlookers were buzzing and the sound was endless, and the middle-aged shopkeeper of the small shop still had no change in face.

Wu Chen took the wine red gourd handed by Ran Lu, looked through it twice, and returned it to Ran Lu, who was particularly proud.

Things are naturally very good things, otherwise it would be impossible to open your mouth and ask for the sky-high price of 3,000 purple crystals.

The grade of the utensils is not too high, the lower grade is not too high, and the lower grade is not far from the middle grade and the fourth order, if it is said that the difference is only in the materials used to refine the wine red gourd.

There is an old saying in Zhongzhou, all roads lead to Zhongzhou, and for the monks of Zhongzhou, it is the opposite.

Although Wu Chen doesn't know how to refine qi, he is the kind of monk who really stands on the top of the mountain, and he can still see it clearly.

The burgundy gourd-shaped artifact that Ran Lu got in his hand could have been refined to a medium-grade mystic artifact when it was completed, of course, it was the kind that was worthy of the medium-grade, but it was pressed to the third order of the lower grade by the person who refined it.

Being able to do this is much more difficult than refining a medium-grade artifact.

However, the benefits of refining in this way are also particularly significant.

The burgundy gourd is more stable and solid, and the price of good things is higher, which is naturally normal.

"Of course, this gourd is naturally not as good as the one of Taoist friends, but it is better to have no flower Xuanjing, and it is good to fill some good brewing water on weekdays. ”

The quality can't be compared, after all, Wu Chen's one is a medium-grade fifth- or sixth-order mystery, and his own is only a low-grade mystery, so it doesn't cost anything to compare this.

Ran Luyi said, Wu Chen was also happy, and even poured cold water and said: "Good brother, you misunderstood, my wine vessel doesn't fall, and even the wine in it is given by others for free, don't want the kind that can't be returned." ”

Ran Lu, who heard Wu Chen's words, naturally scoffed and didn't believe it.

Isn't it a liar?

Ran Lu, who suddenly thought of something, turned aside and raised his head towards Wu Chen.

The meaning is very obvious, didn't you just say that the earth-shattering sound, now come and try it, see the real treasure.

Ran Lu clearly knew the temperament of the old ginger in his mouth.

However, when I hoped that Wu Chen would be embarrassed, I still had some expectations, looking forward to Wu Chen's success.

Wu Chen stepped forward, and the noisy crowd suddenly became surprisingly quiet.

Hold your breath and see if this monk succeeds or not.

The young talisman was even more worried that his heart was hanging in his throat, for fear that Wu Chen would pick up the bronze mirror and finally succeed in taking it.

It is said that it is a shop, but in fact, it is just a square black cloth with the logo of the copper carriage of the Four Seas Xuanqi Pavilion on it, and five utensils are placed on the black cloth.

Now there are four left.

The middle-aged man with a cold face sat cross-legged on another black cloth behind the black cloth.

Wu Chen squatted down, not in a hurry to get a certain item, but picked and choose.

The first was the bronze mirror that grabbed the young talisman's heart.

For some reason, the young Fu teacher was afraid that the gray-clothed man in front of him who didn't look good would choose the imitation bronze mirror, because he had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, feeling that this man with an ordinary face could take the one he was taking.

Not one, but any one that you want to take.

The next move of the man with an ordinary face suddenly relieved the young talisman.

Because the other party just casually rolled his eyes and put it down, the expression on his face still seemed to be extremely disgusted.

Wu Chen held the sharp-spouted teapot with a round belly, with a pointed and short beak and a blue-black mouth, which was considered to be the most beautiful of the five utensils.

Tea drinking was prevalent in secular dynasties, and it was inevitable that the monks on the mountain would not be vulgar.

A wine and a tea are all popular among the monks.

The wine is dried by the immortals on the mountain, and this tea will naturally not be ordinary, most of it is collected from a few sips in front of the branches and leaves of the Lingzhi Spirit Tree.

Drinking and drinking tea is all about ingesting aura, and the whole body is running, and it is all practice.

"Old man, use your teapot to brew a pot of high-grade spiritual tea, and the aura is afraid that it will overflow at least sixty percent and will not stop. ”

Wu Chen fiddled with the sharp-mouthed round-bellied pot twice and said with great disgust.

It can be said that the words are shocking.

Many of the monks on the lookers burst out laughing.

Well, there's no hope, how can you offend the shopkeeper with the first sentence, and you still want to get a mysterious artifact? Isn't it a fool's dream?

After Wu Chen spoke, a monk who looked no more than thirty or forty years old hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd.

ecstatic looked at the teapot that Wu Chen disliked.

The middle-aged monk raised his eyelids lightly and looked at Wu Chen, and he was qualified to buy this teapot by virtue of Wu Chen's words.

Without him, it's just a matter of knowing the goods.

"Why, I want to buy it. "The middle-aged shopkeeper's words are very short, but he is like a shopkeeper.

Wu Chen pursed the corners of his lips: "I've always been a cheater, but I didn't expect to meet a teapot that wants to trick me today, and at most retains up to thirty and a half percent of the spiritual energy, and wants to sell it to me? ”

And the monk who had just squeezed out of the front of the crowd was dressed in brocade clothes and had a small belly, and immediately said: "I'll buy it, I'll buy it, how about two thousand amethyst?"

As for the stupid monk who heard in his ears, the monk with a small belly wanted to point at them in front of them and say, "Am I stupid?

Ignorance is sin.

The little belly monk came to the Four Seas Xuanqi Pavilion this time to buy a mountain teapot.

Of course, it won't be for personal use, but for an elderly senior in power in the mountain gate.

This elder, who can affect his future with his words and deeds, has a unique hobby, which is tea tasting, and it is also a spiritual tea full of aura.

The little belly monk naturally does what he likes.

The teapot that can store the aura is usually a mysterious artifact of the work.

It's not that there is no lower grade, but it can't be called a spirit pot anymore.

On the second floor of the Sihai Pavilion, there is naturally a high-quality second-grade spirit pot.

But the price really makes the monk with a small belly smack his tongue and smack his tongue.

There are also second-grade spirit pots that are a little worse, not to mention the price of selling as much as a full four thousand Xuanjing, and it may only be thirty percent to retain the aura.

Therefore, the monk with a small belly has been wandering around hesitantly, unable to make up his mind.

I never thought that there would be such an opportunity waiting for me in front of me.

The middle-aged shopkeeper didn't even bother with the little belly monk who asked for the price, glanced at Wu Chen and closed his eyes.

Ears don't listen to the side of the shop.

The monk with a small achievement can be said to be in a hurry.

Wu Chen glanced back at the monk who was asking for the price.

This is not often the case.

Because there was a divine consciousness condensation sounding in his own sea of consciousness.

"If the Taoist friend chooses this spirit pot, he will buy it with two thousand Xuan Jing, and the rest will be regarded as the help fee for the Taoist friend. ”

Before he could do it, he said, "Two thousand three! I am willing to give two thousand three!"