Chapter 1127: The Battle of Magic Weapons

The stall owner was a middle-aged man, his cultivation was similar to everyone else, and he was also the appearance of not long after he first entered the late stage of the Dou Dan Realm, he raised his eyes and glanced at Ling Dong, nodded, and said, "Thirty desert coins, no bargaining!"

Ling Dong was very excited in his heart, and he really wanted to buy it on the spot, but such a cheap price made him have a trace of doubt in his heart, and then Di Yan opened his mouth and asked: "This magic weapon is the best of the low-grade magic weapons, and there are more than 2,900 laws forged on it, and this craftsmanship can be used, at least it is also from the hand of a refining master, if I am not mistaken, the power of the laws above is still the law of wood, which is considered a medium law, such a magic weapon, it is not too much to sell two hundred desert coins, thirty?" I'm afraid there's a flaw in it that we don't know about, right?"

Hearing this, Ling Dong's restless heart suddenly calmed down, if he bought a defective inferior magic weapon, wouldn't it be a big loss?

Thinking of this, he looked at the stall owner's eyes, and there was also a hint of coldness.

"Things are placed here, the price is clearly marked, love it or not. ”

The stall owner didn't choose to explain anything, and said lightly.

This made everyone a little unpredictable, and gradually, the nearby monks also came closer, pointing at this dagger, the price of this dagger is indeed mouth-watering, and they want to buy it very much, but such a low price indirectly proves that this dagger is not as simple as they seem on the surface, but if you don't buy it, you can't refine it, and if you can't refine it, there is no way to find out the details of this dagger.

Therefore, everyone is hesitant like Num, but they are reluctant to leave.

As soon as there were more people, the other things on the stall were selling well, only the dagger, and I only saw people asking, but no one made a move.

"Forget it, let's get together five desert coins by ourselves, take it down, if there is really any problem, admit it, it's a big deal, and then sell it, what do you think?"

Di Yan said.

He included Ning Qi.

Ling Dong, Ye Zicheng and the others were slightly stunned, but after thinking about the time for a breath, they made a decision, and nodded one after another, how could everyone defend themselves without a dozen desert coins in private?

"I've run out of desert coins, so I'm not going to get involved. ”

Ning Qi said with a light smile.

Di Yan was slightly stunned, then gritted his teeth, and said: "In this way, Beixuan Daoyou, I will help you out of your desert coin first, what do you think?"

"That's fine. ”

Ning Qi nodded.

He saw it clearly, there was no problem with this inferior magic weapon itself, and it was sold so cheaply, but he was afraid that the problem was due to its background!

"We want it, thirty desert coins!"

Di Yan stepped forward.

"Wait! I'll give you thirty-two!"

Suddenly, a monk next to him made an offer.

"This is not an auction, first come, first served!"

Di Yan glanced at the monk dissatisfied.

"It's up to the boss. ”

The monk looked at the middle-aged stall owner expectantly.

"The one with the highest price wins. ”

The middle-aged stall owner smiled lightly, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, Ning Qi saw this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, this guy probably guessed a long time ago, if there is one person who makes a price, there will be a second person who makes a price, and the price of thirty desert coins he set is actually just a reserve price.

"Shameless!"

A hint of anger flashed in Di Yan's eyes.

The middle-aged stall owner smiled, not minding what Di Yan thought of him, and looked at everyone with encouraging eyes.

"I'll give out thirty-five desert coins!"

Finally, the third monk made an offer.

The monks who were still a little hesitant in their hearts were all occupied by greed at the moment, and they offered one after another, but they still had the last reason, that is, they still remembered that this dagger might be a defective inferior magic weapon, and the price did not exceed forty-five in the end.

"How's it going?

Di Yan's face was ugly, and he asked for everyone's opinions.

"I'm okay with that. ”

Ning Qi took the lead in expressing his position, in his eyes, this dagger could be sold for money at most, and had no other value, and his dragon slaying treasure knife was more powerful than this dagger.

"Let's put it at a price of forty-eight desert coins, and if it exceeds this price, we don't want it!"

Ling Dong gritted his teeth and said.

"I agree!"

"I ...... I agree with it......"

Ye Zicheng had some concerns.

But everyone else made a decision quickly, even his sister, so he naturally couldn't hesitate anymore and could only nod.

Each person has eight desert coins, and if this dagger cannot be used, I am afraid that it will lose a lot.

"Good!"

Di Yan nodded, and said to the middle-aged stall owner: "I will give out forty-eight desert coins." ”

"Forty-eight, is there anything higher than that?"

The middle-aged stall owner nodded with a smile and glanced at everyone.

The monk who had bid for forty-five desert coins before was the first guy who wanted to rob Hu, and he glared at Di Yan viciously, his lips moved, and he still didn't choose to speak.

"This dagger is yours......"

The middle-aged stall owner picked up the dagger and looked at Di Yan with a smile, waiting for his desert coin.

Di Yan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and he didn't know whether he was happy or disappointed, in short, his mood was a little complicated, and when he gathered the desert coins from Ling Dong and them, a cold voice suddenly came in.

"I gave out fifty desert coins, such a good inferior magic weapon, only sold so cheaply, it's really worth it, Di Yan, you five poor ghosts, dare to covet such a treasure? Forty-eight desert coins, such a price can also be taken? It's really laughing at me." ”

Everyone parted ways, and a young man with two dog-legged subordinates slowly walked in, and after he made an offer, he looked at the five Diyan mockingly.

When the five Di Yan saw this young man, their faces suddenly became a little ugly.

"Young Valley Lord, what do you mean by this!"

Di Yan said with a blushing face.

"He is the son of our Cold Wind Valley Valley Lord, Feng Ji, a monk in the late stage of the Dou Dan Realm, who has condensed more than two thousand six hundred storm laws, and his cultivation is higher than that of Brother Di Yan, a few years ago, because of a little thing, he hated us, you wait and don't make a sound, if you let him know that you know us, he will definitely hate you together, with Feng Yan's temperament, he will definitely be angry with you!"

Gu Zhen, who hadn't spoken much, saw that Ning Qi was a little curious, so he reminded him.

Ning Qi was slightly stunned, then smiled at her and nodded, Gu Zhen had already turned his gaze and looked at Feng Ji deadly, the other party was afraid that he had been waiting outside for a long time, this was deliberately to humiliate them.

"What do I mean by that? Don't you understand? I mean to let you five poor devils roll as far as you can, and I want this dagger. ”

Feng Yan laughed fiercely, and this sentence immediately aroused the dissatisfied eyes of many monks.