"Eight spirit stones!" the stall owner glared, and he didn't call for it, and pointed at the tip of the monk's nose and said, "Why don't you just snatch the pleasure from my stall?"

The rough-voiced monk didn't expect the stall owner to reprimand loudly, and couldn't help but look left and right, and when he saw many people looking sideways, he couldn't help but lower his head, and made a very embarrassed gesture. On the contrary, a green-robed monk who came with him on the side rushed forward and said to the help: "You stall owner, how can you be so unreasonable? We are kind enough to make a price, if you are too little, can you bargain? Why are you shouting loudly, who said that you are going to rob your stall?"

The stall owner sneered: "Eight spirit stones want to buy my thirteen phoenix beak needles? It's almost the same as Ming Bao, right? The worst grade of my phoenix beak needle is also a medium grade, and the quality of three or two of them is close to high grade." If you put it in another house, you won't be given a single mid-rank spirit stone. A few, okay, go to other houses to patronize, my stall is too small, I really can't greet a few immortals. ”

The stall owner bowed with a dead face, and deliberately raised his voice, which attracted many people to stop and watch, where are the rough voice monk and his two companions who are the opponents of such old birds who have been in the rivers and lakes for a long time? The three of them could defend themselves at first, but in a few words, they were squeezed by the stall owner and were speechless.

The rough-voiced monk saw that there were more and more people around the crowd, and he was furious by everyone's pointing and discussing, and he didn't want to be entangled anymore, so he said angrily, "Forget it", and pulled the two companions and was about to squeeze out of the pile, when he suddenly heard someone on the side scolding in a shrill voice: "What kind of shit, a few bone-breaking needles, how dare you shout such a high price?

This person's voice was high-pitched, and it sounded like a woman's voice, but his speech was extremely bad, and the three green-robed monks, who had just been depressed, immediately puffed up their chests, and their eyes were full of joy.

The stall owner was scolded by him, his face was red, he picked up a phoenix beak needle, pointed at the other party and said angrily: "Who is this who didn't tie his pants and exposed your thing......?"

The stall owner was scolding the sharp-voiced monk with a phoenix beak needle, when suddenly a flower appeared in front of him, and the bone needle in his hand was snatched away by the other party's hand, and the stall owner screamed and howled loudly: "Oh! You shrew! This, this is Yicheng's private sale, you dare to rob my goods?"

Before his words fell, he saw that the other party lifted the corner of the face towel that covered his face, and directly put the phoenix beak needle in his mouth, and with a bang, he actually bit the bone needle in two.

"Phew, broken bones, what's so good about it?" the sharp-voiced monk spat the broken bone needle into the ground, and sneered at the stunned crowd around him, "Everyone heard it just now, but he asked me to taste this thing, I said that this bone needle is a broken thing, and there is no chewing at all." ”

"You, you brute, brute......" The stall owner shuddered, pointing at the sharp-throated monk, he didn't dare to make his words clear, just now when the other party chewed the bone needle, half of his face was revealed, but it was covered with scales like a scaly crocodile, and he was clearly a barbarian. The problem is, although this phoenix beak needle is not really made of phoenix bones, it is also an attack weapon that can penetrate copper and iron, and it was bitten off by this barbarian.

Although the status of the barbarian is low, once he advances to the barbarian king, he is the existence that the foundation building monks must look up to. Moreover, most of the barbarian kings who can swagger and walk in this Yicheng have some background, such as the old scorpion of Skylark Pavilion. Although this stall owner also had some background, he didn't dare to provoke a behemoth of the level of Skylark Pavilion. He is also an old bird who has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and he still has the ability to make the rudder in the wind, so he trembled for a long time, and finally endured his temperament, hugged his fist at the sharp-voiced barbarian and said: "The seniors have high merit, and the juniors have not entered the vision of the seniors, and they have made a fool of themselves in front of you." The stall owner hesitated, gritted his teeth, and hugged his fist at the rough-voiced monk, "If this Taoist friend knows this senior, the junior will rush to his old man's face, eight middle-grade spirit stones, and these twelve phoenix beak needles will be sold to Daoyou." ”

The rough-throated monk was Ying'er, who had been slapped in the face before, and she had been missing an offensive magic weapon in her hand, and she was pointed out by Yunshang a few days ago, so that she was ready to participate in the sect competition and trials at the end of the year. Ying'er, as a disciple of Yunshang's personal service, rarely has the opportunity to go down the mountain on weekdays, so she hopes to find a suitable magic weapon at this private sale.

Her net worth is not thick, and she has stored two or three middle-grade spirit stones in her hands for many years, thanks to the diligent drumming up of a fairy illustrated version of the beaver refining qi, so that the seven fairies really earned a lot of extra money. Ying'er saved a total of six mid-level spirit stones, which was enough to buy a low-grade mid-level attack magic weapon, she knew that she was rich and rich, and she wanted to wait for him to go downstairs to borrow some from him, but she only told a joke, so she was slapped inexplicably.

Ying'er didn't borrow the spirit stone, covered her ass and fled, and went shopping with Plump and Melon Pi at the private sale for a long time, and finally found the phoenix beak needle sold here, the grade is enough for the middle grade, and the price is not too expensive. It's just that the size of the phoenix beak needle is too small, the power is insufficient, and at least ten or more pieces can be scattered at a time to constitute a relatively large lethality, Ying'er borrowed two middle-grade spirit stones from the melon skin, and the three of them grinded in this stall for a long time, and the price was not negotiated, but they were ridiculed by the stall owner.

Fortunately, Yin Qin appeared again, not only did she relieve the three of them from anger, but she actually forced the stall owner to sell the phoenix beak needle at a lower price! Ying'er remembered the previous slap, although her cheeks and buttocks were all hot, but the stall owner's proposal was really a rare opportunity, she couldn't help but feel ashamed, and was about to nod, but was stopped by Yin Qin's hand.

Ying'er shut up in amusement, only to see Yin Qin giggling and saying to the stall owner: "You kid, you are also a businessman." That's it, since you are on the way, we can't bully you, a junior. The sleeves of his robe moved, and he threw out a middle-grade spirit stone on the stall, "We will buy the chewed bone needle just now." ”

The stall owner was overjoyed, and said secretly: Fortunately, Lao Tzu came in time, otherwise he would have lost a middle-grade spirit stone in vain. He was about to climb down the pole and sell these bone needles, but he saw the sharp-voiced barbarian flick the sleeves of his robe, twisted his face and said to the three green-robed monks: "Let's go, let's go, go to the big stall in front." Bone needles are gadgets that can be used for a fart, if we say, this magic weapon for conquest and killing, it is better to buy a drum urn and a golden hammer. ”

"Thank you, Director, for breaking the siege. Walking out of the crowd, Ying'er plucked up her courage and approached and whispered. But I heard the thing giggle and laughed: "I should make amends to my junior sister, I just misrecognized the wrong person, so I used ten middle-grade spirit stones to resist the slap just now, okay?"

Ying'er was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but feel excited in her heart, with these ten mid-grade spirit stones, she could really buy a good high-grade magic weapon. Just without waiting for her to answer, Fatty Man squeezed between the two and said, "Director, Director, I have a fancy for a magic weapon, how many slaps do I need to resist?"