Nothing happened overnight.

On the second day, Han Yi went out early in the morning.

Today, he was going to dispose of the harvested magic weapons, and then see if he could buy a suitable magic weapon, and then casually inquire about the war.

Chiyang Peak, Chiyangfang City.

After Han Yi stepped into the market, he was slightly surprised.

It's really the Fang market at this moment, and it's completely different from a few days ago.

A few days ago, the various markets in the inner and outer peaks were very lively, almost to the point of crowding.

At this time, it was extremely deserted, even much more deserted than before the war with the Blood God Sect.

But he didn't think much about it, and went straight to the Kowloon shop.

The shopkeeper is still the same one, surnamed He, full name He Fangwei

When He Fangwei saw Han Yi, a smile appeared on his face.

"Daoist friends are really lucky, they can return to the sect alive."

Last time, when Han Yi came to inquire about buying a defensive robe, He Fangwei speculated that Han Yi was a disciple of the outer peak, and his realm should be the sixth layer of qi training.

The reason why it is just speculation is because every time Han Yi appears, he wears a mask to cover his aura, and He Fangwei can't directly snoop, he can only guess.

Generally speaking, when the inner disciple enters the inner gate, the sect will give him a basic defensive robe, which is also for the sake of the inner disciple's safety.

Of course.

The basis of his speculation was not only Han Yi's purchase of the robe, but also the various clues that Han Yi had bought materials and sold pills many times before.

can live to be so old, and be able to take charge of the shops in Kowloon, He Fang's ability to recognize people has always been not bad.

This made him have a strong interest in Han Yi, after all, a disciple of the outer peak had such a powerful alchemy ability, it was outrageous.

However, he thought about it, Han Yi went to the battlefield at the realm of the sixth layer of Qi training, and the terrifying combat power of the Blood God Sect monk, he knew very well that the probability of Han Yi dying in the Blood God Sect monk was too great.

Therefore, he left Han Yi's matter behind him and did not investigate it in detail.

Unexpectedly, so many disciples in the late stage of Qi cultivation died, and only Han Yi, who was at the sixth level of Qi training, actually survived, and he seemed unharmed, which shows how good Han Yi's luck is.

In fact.

What Han Yi didn't know was that the Fang Market was so deserted today because many of the disciples who went out on the expedition were all slightly or seriously injured, and they were all recuperating in the courtyard, so how could they have time to come to the Fang Market.

"Oh?" Han Yi's heart moved.

This He Fangwei is the shopkeeper of the Kowloon shop, and his backer, but the rumored Inner Peak Jindan Period Elder Taishang, he must know much more inside stories than ordinary Inner and Outer Peak disciples.

If you want to find out the news, wouldn't it be the most appropriate to find him?

Han Yi's face was scared at the right time: "Yes, my luck is really good, if my luck is worse, I have to explain it outside." ”

Isn't it?

If Han Yi encountered the siege of three Qi Cultivation Eighth-layer at the same time, it would be too dangerous, maybe he would really explain it in Heavenly Fall City.

"By the way, shopkeeper He, do you know what happened to make us evacuate overnight?"

Han Yi didn't beat around the bush and asked directly.

He Fangwei shook his head: "Lao Yu is just a businessman, how do I know." ”

"Back to business, Daoist friends are here today, do you have any pills to sell?"

Han Yi also knew that He Fangwei didn't want to tell himself.

Also, for He Fangwei, he is just an ordinary disciple and has no qualifications to know.

The relationship is not in place, and of course some things cannot be said.

Han Yi shook his head: "Shopkeeper He, I have some magic weapons here, let's see if the shops in Kowloon accept them." ”

"Of course, as long as it is a sale, Kowloon can do it." He Fangwei heard this, and replied without thinking.

Han Yi nodded and took out the first magic weapon.

This is a long-handled umbrella-shaped magic weapon, and this magic weapon is the most seriously damaged, even more than half of it is damaged.

"This is a medium-grade magic weapon, but the damage is too serious, and there is no possibility of repairing it at all, so it can only be dismantled and sold as a material."

"That's it, counting three hundred spirit stones, this price is very fair, and if you go to other places, you will never get a price higher than this."

He Fangwei's eyes flashed with the essence of a businessman, and after appraising it, he gave the price.

Han Yi nodded.

Of course, he knew that the so-called 'fair price' that the shopkeeper said was nothing more than a common business phrase.

And he can't really take it to another place for identification, after all, it is too time-consuming and laborious, and it takes longer to build trust, and he has done a lot of business in Kowloon, which is more or less familiar.

"Okay, then the price will be three hundred spirit stones." Han Yi confirmed.

He Fangwei smiled, in this special period of the sect, the original price of resource materials has doubled, and he can earn a lot of money with this one.

"Wait, there's one more thing."

Seeing that He Fangwei was about to settle the bill, Han Yi took out a second magic weapon from the storage bag.

This is a long flag-shaped ritual vessel.

"Oh, Blood Soul Banner." He Fangwei's eyes lit up, and then, looking at Han Yi's eyes, it was a little complicated.

"Who does the shopkeeper know?"

"Of course, the Blood Soul Banner is one of the Blood God Sect's regular magic weapons."

He Fangwei picked up the Blood Soul Banner and nodded, revealing a look of satisfaction.

"Medium-grade magic weapons, although they are a little damaged, they are not a big problem, they only need to be refined a little to recover."

"Fellow Daoist, your luck is not ordinarily good."

In the last sentence, He Fangwei said with a smile on his face.

Han Yi's face was calm: "Good luck, it's really lucky, how can the shopkeeper give a price." ”

"Well...... according to the market price, the normal medium-grade magic weapon is probably in the range of one thousand to ten thousand spirit stones."

"This Blood Soul Banner, there are four main souls in it, and it should normally be around four thousand spirit stones, but it has been damaged, and it can be estimated to be three thousand five."

"But ......"

Speaking of this, He Fangwei paused.

"However, don't hide it, at this time, the market is in short supply of this kind of combat-type magic weapon, this magic weapon, the Kowloon shop concession, will be valued at four thousand, how about it?"

He Fangwei originally wanted to estimate it according to three thousand and five, but after thinking about it, he still added five hundred.

After all, this kind of magic weapon belonged to the Blood God Sect, and the Blood God Sect monks who possessed this grade magic weapon were all in the late stage of Qi training, and Han Yi was able to possess such a magic weapon.

It's definitely not the luck he said, the biggest possibility is that he killed a Blood God Sect monk in the late stage of Qi cultivation and obtained the magic weapon.

This is the reason why he made his face complicated and finally gave him five hundred spirit stones.

Of course, it is fundamental for businessmen to make money, but how to make money and how much to earn also depends on the situation.

"Okay, let's do an estimate of four thousand spirit stones."

Han Yi's face finally showed joy.

Four thousand spirit stones, you must know that the shadowless sword he bought last time was only three thousand and a half spirit stones, and this blood soul flag, even if it is damaged, is higher than his shadowless sword, which shows its grade, and it is even higher than the shadowless sword, but unfortunately he is not used to this magic weapon, so he has to sell it.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

Han Yi took out the blood-colored long knife and placed it on the table, and the invisible evil qi dispersed in an instant.

He Fangwei's eyes when he looked at Han Yi were even more complicated.

"Fellow Daoist, you have some luck."

Han Yi nodded: "Good luck, really good luck, what is the shopkeeper to estimate the price." ”

He Fangwei appraised it and gave an estimate of three thousand spirit stones.

Han Yi was a little puzzled, the intact knife weapon was three thousand spirit stones, and the damaged long banner was estimated at four thousand.

He Fangwei saw Han Yi's doubts and explained: "The price standard of magic weapons is mainly measured by its source materials and power, the power of the Blood Soul Banner is stronger than the power of the Blood Knife, even if it is damaged, it is not serious, and its price is higher than that of the Blood Knife. ”

Han Yi nodded.

"Okay, then let's calculate it according to Shopkeeper He's estimate."

"There is also the last magic weapon, and the shopkeeper He will give me an estimate."

Han Yi took out the three silver beads used by the cold young man and placed them on the table.

He Fangwei stood up abruptly and exclaimed.

"High-grade magic weapon, silver light bead?"

He stared at the beads for three breaths before turning to look at Han Yi, his face was no longer complicated, but solemn.

"Fellow Daoist, your luck is against the sky."

The luck in his mouth at the moment already has another meaning, that is, strength.

Han Yi heard his voice, and just smiled: "Yes, good luck, good luck." ”

"How can the shopkeeper recognize this set of magic weapons?"

"Of course I know, the famous silver light bead, this set of magic weapons, comes from the Nandou Divine Palace, one of the three major sects, and among the high-grade magic weapons, it is also a category with a high reputation."

"Daoyou, are you sure you want to sell it?"

He Fangwei's eyes were burning and he stared at Han Yi.