Hearing what Cao Qian said, Dongfang Zheng was slightly flustered, and said, "Miss Cao has also heard the rumors? Is this true?" Recently, there have been many rumors about the Holy Spirit Gate in the Valley of the Wicked. It is said that after the two masters of the Holy Spirit Gate returned to the Valley of the Wicked, they wanted to shuffle the forces in the Valley and unify the Valley of the Wicked. Not to mention whether the news is true or not, it is enough to cause a sensation in the valley.

Cao Qian said, "After the trade fair, I will go to the VIP room on the second floor to discuss this matter with the head of the Oriental family." ”

With the in-depth communication between the two people, the value of the ginseng fruit had been raised by Zhou Qingshan to 350,000 lower grade spirit stones.

With the financial resources of the Zhou family, if the Dongfang family and the Cao family do not raise the bar, they are the most likely belongings. The hostess's words also came at the right time

"Zhou Shao increased the price by 350,000 lower grade spirit stones, are there any distinguished guests who have increased the price?"

She glanced at all the distinguished guests in a circle, and there were a few pairs of hidden eyes under the mask that she remembered in her heart. These eyes must not be good people. Cunning and robbery often happened in the Valley of the Wicked, and she had long been surprised.

Seeing that no one was shouting, her voice came out again,

"Three hundred and fifty thousand lower grade spirit stones, twice!"

"Three hundred and fifty thousand lower grade spirit stones, three times!"

"Hey, I can only sell 350,000 spirit stones. The hostess was slightly disappointed. I had no choice but to make a final decision.

But her professionalism is extremely high, and she still smiles like a flower and says, "Congratulations to Zhou Shao for getting the ginseng fruit, and then please come out of our third collection"

As soon as her words fell, the familiar figure of the big man wrapped the ginseng fruit in a red cloth again and placed a book on the table.

"This book is a sword technique and martial arts written by the Sword Saint. Legend has it that five hundred years ago, the Chinese continent was divided, when the heroes were divided and the war was raging, the Tyrannical Sword Saint resisted the foreign army with the Tyrant Sword Technique, and held the border fortress with his own strength.

The hostess said at this time spittle, not at all the same as before. On the contrary, she doesn't care about her image, her eyes are constantly rippling, and beauties love heroes since ancient times.

"The sword technique is extremely domineering, the power is huge, and it is the first of the sword techniques. The reserve price is 600,000 lower grade spirit stones!"

Ye Xingchen, who had pricked up his ears and was fascinated by it, suddenly couldn't help but scold, "I'll rub it, 600,000!

When that voice came out, many people agreed, this 438 is right. This knife technique is also too expensive. Isn't this trade fair sitting on the ground, and the price of the knife method is more expensive than the seven-grade ginseng fruit.

Dongfang was watching Ye Xingchen's mood change, and he suddenly had his own little Jiujiu in his heart, and he said to Dongfang Jiandao, "Jian'er, you go and buy the sword technique." Dongfang Jian is not as smart as his father, and he is puzzled, "Dad, our Dongfang family majors in swordsmanship, what do you do with that sword technique?"

The sword and the sword are of the same origin.

The sword is the head of all soldiers. The sword is the honor of benevolence and righteousness. Both have their own merits. The sword and sword on the tidal land list are ranked together, regardless of whether they are up or down.

Those who wield swords have always been more vicious than those who wield swords, and those who wield swords have more righteousness than those who wield swords. You can't have both.

The top three divine soldiers on the Tidal Land List were the Pangu Axe, the Xuanyuan Sword, and the Yan Yellow Knife.

Dongfang Zheng smiled lightly, "You can listen to me, our Dongfang family has practiced kendo from generation to generation, and this sword technique has its own wonderful use." Dongfang Jian nodded, muttering "Mysterious and mysterious" and directly raised the sign and said, "700,000 lower grade spirit stones!"

After the Dongfang Sword shouted the price, it attracted a burst of strange eyes.

"This seems to be someone from the Dongfang family, right? Isn't their family cultivating swordsmanship? What are you doing when you buy a sword?" a man said differently. This man is a little older, but his eyes are extremely vicious, and he recognizes the people of the Dongfang family at a glance.

"Brother Dongfang, you and other people of the sword way, don't participate in my sword fight, right?" A word came from the position directly opposite Dongfang Sword. There was a look of displeasure in his eyes.

Dongfang Jian's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard the prestige.

"Why are the people from the Southwest Sword Sect here?" Dongfang Jian pursed his lips and muttered. After seeing the person who made the sound, the latter also happened to meet him.

That person was on par with Dongfang Sword Cultivation, but he had a blood-colored red knife embroidered on his chest. Even if he wears a mask, he still can't hide his origin.

Southwest Sword Sect.

The Valley of the Wicked is a well-known sect that specializes in swordsmanship. Although the strength is much worse than that of the Holy Spirit Gate, the disciples of the sect act decisively and are obsessed with knives all their lives. The most important thing is that the people of the Southwest Sword Sect are not in the same way as the Eastern Family. I don't usually make a small fuss. Today, I was fortunate enough to meet the sword trick in the trade fair, and this good Dongfang sword wanted to shoot the sword trick, isn't this funny for the sword sect?

Immediately, Dongfang Jian smiled lightly and said, "Brother Ximen, let's be serious, although my Dongfang family majors in swordsmanship, it doesn't mean that there is no involvement in swordsmanship, cultivating the way is cultivating ten thousand ways, how can you only practice the way of the sword?"

The young man known as Brother Ximen sneered, "Thank you for your advice, it's just that I don't need Brother Dongfang's guidance in the cultivation of the Southwest Sword Sect." Brother Dongfang knows that my Southwest Sword Sect is majoring in sword techniques, I don't know if I can bear to cut my love? Give me the knife technique? If Brother Dongfang is reluctant, it doesn't matter, my Southwest Sword Sect is willing to play with the Dongfang family" After speaking, he held up a sign and shouted "800,000 lower grade spirit stones." ”

Threat. The threat of the red fruit.

As long as the people present were from the Valley of the Wicked, they all smacked their lips involuntarily, is this threat useful to forces that are not weaker than themselves? The Southwest Sword Sect is indeed strong, although it is not as good as the Tongxin Sect of the Thirteen Niangs, but the background is not weak, after all, there is a Yuan Infant who is powerful, even if it is so, it may not be able to retreat in the face of the Dongfang Family. The two forces are half-hearted, and neither of them may be able to completely eat the other.

Oriental Sword is not a fool either. It was not wise to clash head-on with the Southwest Sword Sect, and immediately asked his father, "Dad, what should we do?" I saw Dongfang Zheng said lightly, "Does the Southwest Sword Sect have the qualifications to make us jealous?" Dongfang Jian suddenly said, "The child knows." ”

Xuan raised the identity card in his hand and shouted, "One million spirit stones!"

When Ximen heard the price increase of Dongfang Sword, he said in a deep voice, "Dongfang Sword! Don't be embarrassed! Really I am a bully in the Southwest Sword Sect?" Dongfang Jian snorted coldly, and just wanted to speak but was stopped by his father. Dongfang Zheng said lightly, "Just make a quote, even if this sword technique can't be pocketed for our Oriental Sword, you can't let the Southwest Sword Sect buy it." ”

This is the bottom line of Dongfangzheng. Even if such a powerful martial art cannot be bought by the Dongfang family and cannot be collected or used for other purposes, it naturally cannot fall into the hands of the Southwest Sword Sect.

At this time, Zhou Qingshan, who had been silent for a long time, spoke. He stood up and hugged his fist at Ximen and said, "In Zhou Qingshan's house next week, Brother Ximen of the Southwest Sword Sect who I am lucky enough to see, I, Zhou, am willing to buy this sword technique and share it with the Southwest Sword Sect." This obvious intention of wooing made Ximen's face soften slightly, and he hugged his fists and said, "In this case, Ximen will thank Brother Zhou!

That week, Qingshan suddenly felt a light on his face. He raised his middle finger towards Ye Xingchen. As if to say little waste, how do you fight with me?

Ye Xingchen shrugged his shoulders, even the dead fat man spoke, he naturally couldn't stare dryly, and immediately raised his card and said, "I don't know if the trade fair can be bartered?" As soon as these words came out, Zhou Qingshan suddenly sneered, "Just like you, you are poor and sour, and you are bartering for things, what good things can you come up with?

After hearing this, the hostess smiled unnaturally and said, "Naturally, it's okay", and then motioned to Dahan to bring Ye Xingchen to the front desk.

"Bang". Ye Xingchen put a large bag of pills on the table.

"Look at it, how much are these pills worth?" After a pause, Ye Xingchen said again, "A total of one hundred and fifty first-grade to third-grade pills, the color is great." "In fact, there are more than 200 pills in Ye Xingchen's storage ring, and I also thought about taking them out and comparing them with Di Gorilla that day. Later, I thought about this idea too naïve, the Daoist Academy has many ears and eyes, if so many pills are exposed, I am afraid that there will be many people with red eyes.

The hostess forcibly held back her shock. With her countless experience in reading men, she didn't expect to be blind. This boy is a pig who eats tiger's food. A big bag of pills in hand.

Could it be an alchemist?

She carefully checked the quality and level of each pill. About half an hour later, there were voices of dissatisfaction in the trade fair.

"Okay, no? Why is it so inked? How can that little piece of waste be of such a valuable object?"

Listening to this voice is Zhou Qingshan's. Ye Xingchen sneered. I didn't plan to deal with him. Looking at the hostess's stunned face, she asked, "What's wrong?"

Whew, the hostess exhaled deeply, her full chest continued to rise and fall, and her smile was like a flower, "Introduce yourself, my name is Xiaochun, you have no problem with these pills, which is equivalent to about 1.4 million spirit stones, can you accept this price?"

Ye Xingchen raised his eyebrows, and his heart shook. These one hundred and fifty pills are equal to one hundred and forty thousand, no wonder the alchemist is so rich. He nodded and said, "Acceptable." Just kidding, he originally thought that it would be at most 100,000, but he didn't expect it to be fourteen times more, and at this time his heart was already happy. After all, the knife technique has fallen.

Koharu covered her mouth and chuckled, "I don't know, but you refined these pills?" her beautiful eyes fluttered slightly. You must know that there are no alchemists in the Valley of the Wicked. Because of this, there are robbers who rob monasteries and monks from the outside world. At this time, Ye Xingchen was like her cash cow.

Ye Xingchen touched his nose, "Sort of." "These are really what he refined, and now he can't use what he sells, and what he needs is hidden in the storage ring.

That Xiaochun suddenly spread its flowers and branches, and it was full of charm. "In that case, after the end of the fair, Koharu will get you a VIP card, and if you still need to sell it in the future, you can come to the fair to find me."

"Hmm" Ye Xingchen stopped talking nonsense, and just as he was about to enter the hall, he heard Zhou Qingshan's voice sound again.

"This little waste, wasting so much of our time outside, no money, no money, if you have to say anything about bartering, I suggest that this little waste be divided into five horses!"