This time, Luo Chen did not go to the Sanxiu Bazaar.

He only made a big purchase yesterday, and it would be very suspicious to go again today.

Moreover, there are many people in that place, and most of the personnel are from other cities, and if you inquire a little, you will find the changes in Luo Chen.

So, Luo Chen gritted his teeth and went to Baicaotang to make a purchase.

The final result was that it took ten more spirit stones than before to complete the raw materials for refining the elixir.

As a result, there were only twenty-nine spirit stones left in his hand.

If he buys all kinds of daily necessities and firewood later, then he will have to spend four spirit stones.

Twenty-five pieces!

Last night, he still had nearly 15 huge sums of money on hand.

"Spirit stones are really not flowered."

"This amount of money is not enough to buy traction."

Standing at the crossroads, Luo Chen looked at the antique Wanbao Building, gritted his teeth and walked in.

As the industry of the six major sects, the reputation and strength are the most in Dahefang City.

In this kind of place, it is very difficult for other casual cultivators to find out the news.

"Guest, do you want to buy a ritual weapon?"

As soon as he entered, a maid approached.

The first time he came to such a high-end occasion, Luo Chen felt a little apprehensive.

He said that he would see for himself first, and the maid left.

There's no enthusiastic selling.

It's just that his realm is only four layers of qi refining, and the robe he wears is also half-new, and the size is still a little small, which looks tight.

At first glance, it is the kind of loose cultivation that does not have strong purchasing power.

After turning around on the spacious first floor for a long time, Luo Chen's anxious state of mind also stabilized.

Especially when I took a look at the shelves of the high-grade magic weapons, I felt even more confident in my heart.

Summoning the maid, Luo Chen said directly: "I want to sell magic weapons, you collect them here, right?" ”

The maid nodded, "Yes, but I have to let the master appraise it before I give the price." As for whether the price is suitable or not, you can decide whether to sell it or not. ”

"No appraisal fees!"

"Hehe, you're smiling, guest. If you want to sell it to us, you will naturally not charge an appraisal fee. ”

Luo Chen was really frightened by Sun Shou's operation yesterday.

All kinds of expenses, endlessly.

Sun Shou belongs to the Jade Ding Sword Sect, and Wanbaolou is the property of Tianfan City, so I am afraid that these big sects that are rich and unkind are all raccoon dogs.

On the second floor, an old man was drinking tea and playing with two red walnuts in his hand.

"Elder Chu, this guest wants to sell magic weapons."

"Well, you go down first!" Chu Lao played with walnuts with one hand and stretched out with the other, "Look at the goods." ”

A short sword was handed to him, the hilt of which was in the shape of a swallow.

Chu Lao nodded, "It's the Feiyan Sword that I cast in Tianfan City, and it's a high-grade weapon." ”

After checking it, he shook his head again, "The weight is one or two lighter, and the sword body is seriously damaged, so it needs to be rebuilt." ”

Mana is infused, the sword body is circulated, and finally the sword tip, sword body, and sword hilt shine in three places.

"The Ruijin array is damaged."

"The unloading array still has eight powers."

"The solid array is unstable, and the formation needs to be reconstructed."

"Oh, the master of the sword is an idiot, and he carved words on it."

After speaking, Chu Lao threw it casually and threw the Feiyan Sword on the table.

"One thousand, if you want to sell it, I will collect a thousand spirit stones from Wanbaolou."

Hearing this huge number, Luo Chen's eyes widened suddenly!

Not too high.

It's too low!

As we all know, the price of ritual artifacts is always on the market, and the monks are very sensitive.

The price of a low-grade ritual weapon is between one hundred and five hundred.

The price of medium-grade magic weapons is between five hundred and one thousand.

The high-grade magic weapon starts with a thousand spirit stones.

Among them, the price of offensive magic weapons is generally low, and the most common knives and swords are at the bottom.

Defensive magic weapons are the most expensive.

As for some strange magic weapons, according to the effect, let the monk judge for himself in his heart, but the price is also high.

There is no saying in this world that the stranger the magic weapon, the faster it will die.

The more strange the magic weapon, the more unexpected the effect, when fighting or exploring the secret realm, it may be surprisingly successful at a critical moment.

The price of flying swords is low, and Luo Chen is mentally prepared.

But so low, he couldn't accept it.

"The Feiyan Sword in your store is priced at 2,500 lower-grade spirit stones!"

Chu Lao said indifferently, "Don't you know that most of our Wanbao buildings are recycled at half price?" ”

"But you're not half the price!" Luo Chen has a heartbeat.

These sect members may not care about the more or less one or two hundred spirit stones, but for him, it is all the net worth of several years of struggle.

"Do you know how much effort it takes for us to recycle these artifacts and put them back on the shelves?"

Chu Lao counted his fingers and said, "We have to send it back to the sect first, and the freight is an expense." ”

"Choosing the right materials to repair is another expense."

"Ask the formation mage to complete the formation, it will cost more money."

"And in order to ensure the quality standards, so as not to be criticized for selling inferior goods in Tianfan City, we must also ask high-level monks to carefully conduct inspections."

"In the end, we have to spend a lot of effort and travel thousands of miles to deliver Wanbao Towers everywhere."

"As for the other odd expenses, I haven't counted them with you."

Luo Chen's tooth roots are a little sour.

This old man does not have the atmosphere of a monk in the foundation building period, and his calculations are comparable to Chen Laodao.

"Speaking of which, I have to talk about you young people."

Chu Lao shook his head, and said with hatred that iron is not steel: "I know that I fight and kill all day long, is the magic weapon used to fight fiercely?" This is a soldier who protects the way, and it must be cherished with care. ”

"After the battle, it's time to scrub and scrub!"

"When it's okay, use mana to cultivate it, it's also what you should do!"

"Every second-hand weapon that comes to me is ravaged and broken."

"The old man looks distressed!"

Speaking of the back, he was actually emotional.

Looking at Feiyan Sword's expression is the same as seeing a beloved defiled and sent home after being sent home.

Luo Chen couldn't stand it a little.

But for the sake of cultivation resources, he still gritted his teeth and insisted: "It's too low, this price, the younger generation really can't accept it." If you take it to the loose cultivation market and sell it, someone will definitely want it for one thousand five or six. ”

With that, he picked up his sword, turned around and left.

"Eh, lad, you wait first."

Chu Lao hurriedly spoke, "Qianyi, how about it, this is the highest price I can give within my authority." ”

"It's still too low."

"A lot, really a lot. I haven't paid this price for those flying swords that are in better condition than this one. ”

Chu Lao Zhengse said: "Moreover, like this kind of flying sword with engraved words, ordinary casual cultivation doesn't dare to ask for it, right!" ”

"One thousand and one, at this price, you have to sell sincerely, and I will accept Wanbaolou. And promise, you will never reveal any information about your sale of magic weapons! ”

Luo Chen stood in place, his face cloudy.

Finally, he let out a long sigh.

"Okay, deal."

After a while, Luo Chen walked out of Wanbao Tower.

Facing the dazzling eyes, he spat very unqualifiedly.

"Damn it, profiteers!"

A nun passed by and glanced at him contemptuously.

What a quality!

Inside the Wanbao Building.

Chu Lao smiled and handed the Feiyan Sword to a big man with a red upper body and a weak muscle.

"Melt the words on it, add some hardware, and send it to the shelves on the first floor!"

Dahan took the flying sword and scratched his head.

"The condition is pretty good, not much damaged. Chu Lao, this time, how many spirit stones have been collected? ”

"It's okay, one thousand one, you have to earn."

Chu Lao said with a smile, then paused and sighed.

"Young people nowadays, they are getting better and better at living, and a hundred low-grade spirit stones have to be dealt with by the old man. is so stingy, how can you build a great road in the future! ”