"Han naturally knows this rule!" Han Ming smiled slightly, took off a storage bag on his waist, and sent it to the old man with a goatee, and then added: "Then I don't know if this thing can be regarded as a precious thing!"

Bai Yunzi took the storage bag with indifference on his face, but when his mental power probed into it slightly, he suddenly showed a look of shock on his face.

With a flip of his hand, he took out a huge bone wing from the storage bag, and Bai Yunzi immediately pasted the whole person, and his spiritual power poked out like a tide, wrapping around the bone wing.

After a quarter of an hour, Bai Yunzi slowly raised his head, and there was a faint look of excitement in his eyes.

"Dare to ask Senior Brother Han, these are the wings of a fifth-order anteater!" Bai Yunzi asked excitedly.

Han Ming frowned slightly, this Bai Yunzi was a little too excited, although his bone wing was a fifth-order demon beast, it was rare and abnormal, but the Hall of Ten Thousand Weapons was not a small grocery store, there were many spiritual things, and this bone wing was not too prominent!

Doubts to doubts, Han Ming still didn't say it explicitly, but nodded lightly and said, "It is indeed a single wing of a fifth-order ant-eater bone, so I don't know how many spirit stones this bone wing can be exchanged for in your hall?"

Hearing Han Ming admit that this bone wing came from an ant-eater bone, Bai Yunzi's face was even more excited, but after a while, he realized that something was wrong, and he explained with a smile: "Senior brother saw that junior brother was able to take out the materials of the fifth-order spirit bone, he was a little out of shape, junior brother is not strange!"

"As for the price of this bone wing, it should have been counted as a rare material, and it was purchased at the original price or at a high price. But the junior brother knows that the refining tool is different from the alchemy, the refining tool has high requirements for the integrity of the material, although the bone wing of the junior brother is rare, but there is only one leaf, and the other leaf is not here, so the use of the refining tool is greatly reduced, and the senior brother cannot buy it according to the original price, but depending on the fate of the junior brother, it will be calculated at 95% off the original price!" Bai Yunzi tilted his head and thought about it, so he said.

Han Ming thought about it in his heart, and nodded, as Bai Yunzi said, there is only one bone wing, and its role as a refining material is indeed limited, and it can be regarded as acceptable for ninety-five folds!

"Okay, let's start measuring the quality, calculating the weight, and estimating the value of this bone wing first!" Bai Yunzi said with a smile on his face when he heard this.

Half an hour later, Han Ming walked out of the Hall of Ten Thousand Weapons, with a faint smile on his face, this time it was really worth the trip, he actually obtained the Qinghong Sword, an extremely handy spiritual weapon.

Han Ming felt that he had missed something, the Qinghong Sword seemed to be specially created for him, and there was a sword intent inside that could only be condensed by monks above the knot stage, and under his urging, the sword art could resonate with it, and the power was half greater than that of ordinary spirit weapons!

And with this Qinghong Sword, Han Ming was more sure of the Three Sects.

At the same time, in a small stone room inside the Hall of Ten Thousand Instruments, Bai Yunzi and a white-haired young man sat face to face, with a bright smile on their faces.

"How is it possible, where did this other wing come from?" The white-haired young man looked at the two huge bone wings on the table, his face was full of incredulity, and then added: "Isn't the anteater that Uncle Shi captured and threw in the hall only one wing!"

"You may not believe it, but this other bone wing was sent to the door by himself!" Bai Yunzi said with a smile while holding a cup of spiritual tea, his face full of pride.

"What do you mean, you have a good talk with me!" said the white-haired young man with interest.

"When I take my time, at the beginning, it was a little maid in the pavilion who called seven top-level sword weapons, I went over to take a look out of curiosity, but I didn't expect ........" Bai Yunzi stroked his beard and said with a smile.

After half an hour, Bai Yunzi closed his mouth, picked up a cup of tea again, and drank it slowly, glancing at the white-haired young man from time to time from the corner of his eye, with a smug expression.

"Senior Brother Bai is lucky, not only sold the Qinghong Sword that has a high price but is not very practical, but also bought another bone wing at a ninety-fifty discount, this time it is a big profit! The white-haired young man looked at Bai Yunzi with envy.

"How can the Wind Chasing Wing be so easy to refine, don't think about opening the furnace to refine without the level of the refining master, the failure rate is still so big!" Bai Yunzi shook his head, but the joy on his face did not decrease at all, and he was thinking about how to ask the refining master in the hall to open the furnace and connect the wings.

........

Han Ming left the Hall of Ten Thousand Instruments and flew straight to the peak where Ran Qixi was setting up a stall!

Ran Qixi is good-looking, there are many kinds of things sold in the stall, and the price is not high, so it has attracted a lot of monks to gather here, some ask the price, some bargain, and some purely onlookers.

"How many spirit stones are there in this Nether Flower!" a middle-aged monk dressed in the costume of the Array Sect squatted on the ground and pointed to a bone flower placed in the middle of the stall.

"Three hundred and seventy-seven spirit stones!" Ran Qixi replied without a crisp sound, without any timidity because the other party was a foundation building period monk.

"Wipe zero, three hundred and seventy spirit stones are good!" the middle-aged monk asked.

Ran Qixi frowned, tilted his head and thought about it, then nodded: "Yes!"

"This is a spirit stone. The middle-aged monk flipped his hand, placed three medium-grade spirit stones and seventy lower-grade spirit stones on the animal skin stall, and then sucked it in the air and sucked the dark flower over.

The middle-aged man glanced at the stall, shook his head slightly, and turned around to leave, the value of the things in the entire stall is generally not high, except for the spiritual object with special effects, there is nothing that can attract his attention, but it is a pity that there is only one of the dark flowers!

Ran Qixi put away the spirit stone on the stall with a happy face, and put a new Netherworld Flower in the middle of the stall with another hand, filling the vacancy that had been bought before, tilting his head and thinking about it, Ran Qixi took out another sign, and wrote three hundred and eighty-seven spirit stones on it, and placed it on the side of the Netherworld Flower.

When the middle-aged man was leaving, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the dark flower in the middle of the stall, and his face immediately smiled slightly, and he turned back directly, but he saw the three hundred and eighty-seven spirit stones written on the sign.

"You made a mistake in writing this sign, how come it is three hundred and eighty-seven spirit stones, and three hundred and seventy-seven just now!" the middle-aged man pointed to the sign.

"That's right, I said it wrong before, the price of the Shadow Flower is three hundred and eighty-seven yuan, and it was sold low before!" Ran Qixi replied firmly.

The middle-aged man looked at the dark flower in the center, thought about it and finally said, "That's good, it's good to continue to wipe zero, I also bought this dark flower!"

"Okay!" Ran Qixi agreed very simply.

The middle-aged man took away the Netherworld Flower, Ran Qixi took away three hundred and eighty spirit stones, and with another wave of his hand, a new Netherworld Flower was placed in the middle of the stall.

The people around were amazed, although this dark flower is not an extremely rare spiritual object, but because it has a great auxiliary effect on alchemy, it is often in short supply, and it is basically monopolized by alchemists.

The middle-aged man looked at the third Netherworld Flower, his eyes lit up, and he didn't buy it immediately, but said quite magnificently: "How many Netherworld Flowers do you still have, take them all out, I want them!"

After Ran Qixi thought about it, he pointed to the sign of three hundred and eighty-seven spirit stones, and said solemnly: "All of them?"

"Okay, take out all the rest of your Netherworld Flowers!" said the middle-aged man.

Ran Qixi was overjoyed when she heard this, and immediately wanted to touch the storage bag on her waist, but at this moment, a faint voice sounded in her ears, making her freeze slightly, but then her face was full of joy, raised her head and looked around, and at a glance she saw a green-robed person in the crowd with his eyes closed.

The green-robed man bowed his head slightly, his face expressionless, as if he was staring at the dark flowers on the stall.

Ran Qixi only remembered something at this time, and immediately retracted his hand that touched the storage bag on his waist, and calmly said to the middle-aged man: "Then please ask this senior to take out the spirit stone that you want to buy the Netherworld Flower first, and let the junior take a look to see if you can buy all the Netherworld Flowers on the junior!"

"Are you afraid that I will repay the account? Or do you look down on me and think that I can't afford it? I will rely on you for the account of a little monk in the Qi cultivation period during the foundation building period?" The middle-aged man's face was a little unsightly!

"The seniors misunderstood, the juniors just want to know how many dark flowers the seniors can buy!" Ran Qixi secretly glanced at the green-robed people in the crowd, and replied quite calmly.

"Hmph, that's good, let you see!" The middle-aged man turned his hand, and a large number of colorful spirit stones appeared on the stall, counting them carefully, there were sixty or seventy pieces, and they were all aura, and they were all high-grade spirit stones.

As soon as the middle-aged man flipped his hand, he took out more than seven thousand spirit stones.

The people around looked at these spirit stones, and their eyes were more or less hot, and it was only so much for an ordinary sect foundation building period monk to die.

When Ran Qixi saw so many spirit stones, her face immediately showed an expression of joy, she patted the storage bag slightly, and twenty substantial Netherworld Flowers flew out of it.

"I received seven thousand eight hundred spirit stones from my predecessors, a total of twenty Nether Flowers, and returned sixty spirit stones!" Ran Qixi gave the Netherworld Flowers, and took out sixty low-grade spirit stones by the way, and then unceremoniously put away all the seventy-eight medium-grade spirit stones.

The onlookers were stunned for a while, when the middle-aged man took out more than seventy medium-grade spirit stones, they all thought that the little female cultivator in front of the stall was going to be a little embarrassed in public, but they didn't expect that they would directly take out twenty dark flowers!

The middle-aged man looked at the twenty dark flowers suspended in front of him, and then looked at the beautiful female cultivator with a smile on her face in front of the stall, and suddenly felt that he had been slapped in the face in public, he didn't expect that all the spirit stones on his body were taken out, but it was still not enough, if he wanted to buy the dark flowers on the female cultivator before, it became a joke completely!

As long as the people around are not stupid, they can realize that this nun still has a remnant of the Netherworld Flower.

Ran Qixi secretly glanced at the green-robed man in the crowd, and when he saw the seriousness on his face, he immediately restrained his smile and said to the middle-aged man: "The seniors are really coincidental, the younger generation's dark flowers have been bought, and the stall is closed today, not sold, come back tomorrow!"

The middle-aged man looked at Ran Qixi in surprise, this little female cultivator was quite eye-catching, and she knew how to maintain his face as a monk in the foundation building period, so she deliberately gave him a step down.

"Okay, come back tomorrow!" The middle-aged man put away the twenty dark flowers, turned around and left, but Ran Qixi found the sixty lower-grade spirit stones that were returned to him, but did not take them away, but threw them on the stall, which was obviously given to Ran Qixi. You have to find the latest chapters by yourself to read books?