"This steward has misunderstood, this sword is still somewhat spiritual, and it has some use below, and it is not aimed at the steward. Ning Fan explained lightly.

"This sword is simple and unpretentious, and the aura is faint, since Brother Tai is willing to be a big man, it is light. The Jinfu steward smiled coldly, but he was obviously unhappy in his heart.

Ning Fan was also helpless, and was forced to say it to his face.

Because according to the appearance of this ragged sword cultivation just now, it is obvious that he wants to take this broken sword away.

Once the deal is sold, it is obviously impossible to snatch it from the hands of the Jinfu steward.

Therefore, he seemed a little anxious and wanted to take the first step.

"I will, give, this sword to you. ”

The ragged sword repaired the sword, and then handed it to Ning Fan very respectfully.

Ning Fan put away the flying sword and fell into the storage bag.

At the same time, a bloody light in his hand, with a whoosh, quickly entered the storage bag.

In the storage bag, the flying sword that was originally included in it, after encountering the bloodstained sword, seemed to be a little frightened, and quickly trembled.

However, the bloodstained sword was like a fierce beast, and the blood was brilliant, and with a brush, it shrouded the flying sword.

The flying sword struggled and trembled, but it seemed that the strength was too small, like a little sheep meeting a big bad wolf, where was the opponent?

After the ragged sword cultivator left, Ning Fan walked towards the counter.

The brocade service steward in the iron pillar looked at Ning Fan coldly.

In any case, what Ning Fan did just now made him feel very unhappy.

He felt that Ning Fan slapped him in the face and lost his face.

People live in this world, and there are many people who actually pay attention to face.

For practitioners, sometimes, face is even more important than life.

Ridiculous, you say?

If a person doesn't even have a head, what's the use of saving face?

But some people just can't figure it out, and there's no way around it.

"What are you going to do?" the Jinfu steward stared at Ning Fan and asked coldly.

"I'm going to sell an elixir. Ning Fan squeezed out a smile.

He could naturally see that the steward of this brocade service was dissatisfied with him.

But, there is no way, as for what happened just now, in fact, he doesn't want to not give face to this brocade service manager.

However, if it was a little later, the broken sword would have been sold to this auction house by the broken sword.

If you want to, it's not so easy.

The broken sword contained a trace of aura in it, and the blood-stained sword trembled, sending Ning Fan a signal that it wanted to devour.

It didn't matter what the secret of the broken sword was, Ning Fan felt that he should buy it anyway.

"Sell ammunition, did you refine it yourself, or did someone else refine it?"

"We have a rule here, refining the pill by ourselves, and the price will be one-fifth higher than selling the pill refined by others. ”

Although the Jinfu steward was dissatisfied with Ning Fan in his heart, this was his business after all, so he had not driven Ning Fan away irrationally.

Because if you are irrational with the customers who come, who will come to the auction house in the future?

Auction houses are the kind of shops that want reputation and fame.

"Oh, I'm an alchemist. Ning Fan responded.

The man in the brocade suddenly laughed, with a hint of contempt and playfulness in his smile.

"Your Excellency is still an alchemist? ”

"Hehe, people can't look good, and the sea can't fight. Ning Fan naturally saw that the other party was ridiculing him, and he did not back down, but refuted the other party-for-tat.

"Hmph. The man in brocade snorted coldly.

His eyes were cold, and his chin was slightly raised, "You said you are an alchemist, do you have proof?"

Ning Fan took out a purple badge.

It is engraved with the logo of a first-class alchemist.

"First-level alchemist, this pill is an ordinary small pill, according to the market price, fifty sword crystals, in this porcelain bottle, a total of ten, five hundred sword crystals. ”

After glancing at the white porcelain vase, the man in the brocade immediately gave the price.

"So little?" Ning Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a hint of surprise.

"How much more do you want?" the Jinfu steward suddenly sneered.

"Didn't people say that Xiao Huan Dan is one of a hundred sword crystals?" Lin Ruoxin asked puzzled.

"One hundred sword crystals, hehe, it also depends on who refines it, he is a small first-level alchemist, the most basic alchemist, and he still wants to compare with a second-level alchemist?"

"You don't think you understand the rules of the game yet, right? Then I'll give you a good lesson today, the first-level alchemist is not qualified to obtain a hundred sword crystals and one exchange rule, only the second-level alchemist, understand?"

The Jinfu steward seemed to have found an opportunity to ridicule Ning Fan and Lin Ruoxin, and he was naturally extremely embarrassed and ridiculed.

"A second-level alchemist?" Ning Fan raised his eyebrows slightly.

"But my little pill has a good effect, much more powerful than the little pill refined by a second-level alchemist. Ning Fan said with a smile.

He had experimented with it, and the small pill refined by the second-level alchemist was at most similar to the medicinal effect of the small pill refined by his first-level alchemist.

His soul breath is infused with soul tears, so the effect is very strong.

"Poof. The Jinfu steward smiled again.

"Hehe, it's all a small pill, why is your little pill effective? You are still not greedy, saying that it is better than a second-level alchemist? Your Excellency, I think you, is there a disease in your head? If you are sick, go out and turn left, hurry up and get out, Lao Tzu is too lazy to talk nonsense with you here. ”

The Jinfu steward was a little impatient.

His voice was deliberately raised a lot.

Let some sword cultivators around you be able to hear it.

The group of sword cultivators around him didn't know why, but when he heard Ning Fan say that the Xiao Huan Pill he refined was much better than the same kind of pill refined by other second-level alchemists.

There was a burst of laughter.

Ning Fan was very embarrassed.

However, Ning Fan didn't leave.

He smiled softly and raised an eyebrow.

"In that case, then I won't sell it from you, I'm going to auction it. ”

According to the rules of the auction house, if you are not satisfied with the price of the pill sold, you can conduct an auction.

However, basically, many people auction at prices that are not too high, and some are even lower than the price offered by the auction house itself at the beginning.

Poof.

The Jinfu steward laughed again.

"Your Excellency, you're not kidding, are you?

"Do you think I'm joking?" Ning Fan's voice was cold, his eyebrows were raised, and his eyes squinted as if he was not smiling.

"Okay, since Your Excellency wants to auction Xiao Huandan, I will let you go to the auction, but the ugly words are ahead, the auction fee, fifty sword crystals. ”

"Also, I'm here to make a bet with you, if you can buy Xiao Huan Dan at the price I gave you before-one hundred sword crystals, I'll chop this hand to you. ”

"It's not that I'm laughing at you, if you don't know the rules and regulations of our auction house, I advise you to get out of here, get to know each other well, and don't make jokes for everyone. ”

The Jinfu steward looked awe-inspiring and mocked Ning Fan.

Ning Fan smiled lightly, with a hint of warning, "Then you have to take good care of your hands, and later, I will chop it myself." ”

"If you lose, let the woman next to you stay with me for three days, do you dare to bet?" The Jinfu steward snorted coldly, glanced at Lin Ruoxin beside Ning Fan.

"What did you say?" Ning Fan's eyes shrank suddenly.

"Afan, gamble with him. Lin Ruoxin also had a temper, and glanced at the brocade steward in disgust, and said directly to Ning Fan.

(End of chapter)