The two sword tires that were put in the outside world, and the priceless sword fetus, were directly watched as fireworks, Fang Xing's ruthlessness frightened the cultivators, they worked hard in vain, and they also paid great casualties, and finally ended up empty, no one refused, for a while, the crowd of enthusiastic cultivators was actually frightened by Fang Xing and quieted down, everyone had strange faces and complicated thoughts.

"Fang Daoyou, everyone broke the sword mound together, and it should be divided equally, but you want to sell the sword fetus to us, it's a little too much......"

In the silence, someone spoke coldly, this person was masked, wearing a green robe, and he was the leader disciple of a big force.

Facing his questioning, Fang Xing sneered: "There are so many people, how can they divide the sword fetus equally? Fairness can't be done, it's better to be cheaper, master, anyway, now the sword fetus is in my hands, who wants it, take the money in exchange, if someone wants to rob, one person will shoot, the master will destroy a sword fetus, two people will shoot, the master will destroy two sword tires, you go together, all smashed, don't think about finding the master to be angry, I'm not even afraid of the emperor's family, can I be afraid of your group of grandsons? If you don't believe it, come and try it!"

As soon as this splash came out, it really startled the cultivators, and for a while, no one answered.

At this time, the Wanling Flag also automatically floated behind Fang Xing, the strong wind was agitating, the flag was sassy, and the power was monstrous.

The robber in Tsing Yi sighed softly, and vaguely admired Fang Xing in his heart.

Fang Xing didn't plan to sneak away quietly with the sword fetus from the beginning, he knew in his heart that this batch of sword fetuses was actually a very hot thing, and now that he had a sword fetus, it was useless to get it again. If you don't do it, dispose of the remaining fairy sword fetuses. Stay in your hands. Not only will it not get any benefit, but it will become the target of public criticism, triggering countless fanatical monks to hunt down.

Thinking that this group of bastards, for the sake of the sword fetus, even the sword mound occupied by the Huangfu family dared to attack, how could they be afraid of themselves?

Therefore, for the sake of safety, it is only possible to dispose of all the sword tires as much as possible.

Of course. There is another reason, that is, those ordinary sword fetuses, after leaving the soil, can only be kept for three days, and once the three days are over, all of them become scrap iron, and they have no value at all, and his physical condition is actually very bad now, and he needs to retreat to recuperate, I am afraid that this closure will be gone. Three days passed, and there was no time to deal with it.

That's why. Disposing of all the sword tires on the spot was the only thing he had to consider.

As for how to deal with it, it really doesn't have to be thought about, it must have been sold.

However, he also knew that in front of the crazy monks, he didn't have the ability to suppress so many people, so he temporarily borrowed the skills of Han Jiazi and Li Ying to temporarily block the cultivators, and then conveyed the message that he dared to destroy all the sword fetuses, so he didn't believe that he couldn't suppress them, anyway, he already had a black sword fetus, and the five-color fairy sword fetus also had a home, these ordinary sword fetuses, he didn't care about them anymore, and according to his temperament, it was really all destroyed, and it was better than cheapening this group of bastards.

This method is not a great strategy, but after it is really thoroughly displayed, it often achieves unexpected results, and the robbers in Tsing Yi admire Fang Xing here, there is a world of difference between daring to think and daring to do.

It's just that although the cultivators were suppressed for a while, they were unwilling to pay the price to buy this sword fetus, especially the stronger ones, they were already sure to grab the sword fetus, how could they be willing to be blackmailed by this little devil again?

It's just that before they thought of a better way, they didn't act rashly and decided to observe first.

"Hehe, Fang Daoyou, at what price are you going to sell the sword tire to us?"

Someone spoke coldly, politely, but the tone was indifferent.

At this moment, I don't know how many people thought in their hearts, after getting the sword fetus in their hands, they would deal with Fang Xing.

There are even more people who have planned in their hearts, if they can't get the sword fetus, they will start to snatch it, this little devil really has the ability, so he will destroy all the sword fetus, anyway, what he can't get, why let others get it?

All kinds of thoughts, to name a few, can be said to have their own ghosts.

Fang Xing didn't have such a high level of wisdom in the hearts of the monks, he guessed everything, but he had his own ideas, the little robber didn't know much about other things, but he knew a lot about the greed in people's hearts, because he himself was such a good person, seeing that the group cultivators had different expressions and bad intentions, he laughed and said, "Then sell a few dishes and try them first......

As he spoke, his eyes swept over the group of cultivators, smiled coldly, grabbed one of the sword tires in his hand, and flashed to everyone, saying: "This sword tire is made of dark iron, and the cracked cobwebs on it are also similar, full of rust, and there are blood scales, it is not a good thing at first glance, the sword spirit in it is quite strong, and whoever gets it will die early, maybe the whole family ......will die together."

When the cultivators listened, their expressions were full of tears and laughter, and they thought to themselves, are you selling things?

Why does it sound more and more like pushing buyers out?

But after Fang Xing approved the sword tire in his hand for a while, he said, "The price is a hundred spirit stones, does anyone want it?"

As soon as these words came out, all the monks with sneers on their faces were stunned for a moment, and then the crowd exploded with a bang.

"Did I hear me right?

"Is this little ghost crazy, every sword fetus is worth a fortune, and in his eyes it is worth a hundred spirit stones?"

"I think he's stupid to ......"

All the monks discussed, really thinking that Fang Xing was crazy, or directly a second loan.

But there were also people who reacted quickly, and a black-clothed monk snorted coldly: "Give you a hundred top-grade spirit stones, I want them!"

This monk didn't really want it, but seeing that the price Fang Xing said was too low, he sneered and called it like this, he didn't think that he could really exchange a hundred top-grade spirit stones for a sword fetus, but he didn't expect that as soon as he said this, Fang Xing pointed at him and shouted: "It's you, that bastard with a black scarf on his face, this sword fetus is yours, and he will prepare the spirit stone!"

As he spoke, he thrust the sword fetus in his hand into the ground, indicating that the sword has the owner.

The blackfriar was stunned, and after a while, he pointed to his nose: "Do you really want to give it to me?"

Fang Xing sneered: "If you don't want to." Master sell it again?"

The monk hurriedly cried out, "Yes." Want. Give me the sword tire quickly......"

As he spoke, he took out his storage bag, and no matter how many spirit stones there were in it, he didn't have the effort to count them at all, so he threw it at Fang Xing and shouted: "There are only a lot of spirit stones in it, I want this sword fetus, give it ......to me quickly, give it to me quickly."

For him, a hundred top-grade spirit stones is not much. It's a lot less, and it's worth it to change a sword tire.

Fang Xing took the storage bag, but he was not in a hurry to hand him the sword fetus, pointed behind him, and said coldly: "You don't have to worry, just stand aside and wait, the master is the one who speaks, and this sword fetus will belong to you, but in order to prevent you from making trouble after you get the sword tire." The sword fetus master will be distributed uniformly after all the masters have it. There are so many of you, are you still afraid that I won't be able to escape?"

The black-clothed monk's eyes flickered, and after a slight ponder, he really stood on the clearing that Fang Xing pointed to with a calm face.

A hundred top-grade spirit stones for a sword fetus is almost the same as picking up for nothing, and he can afford this risk.

Seeing that this person was obedient, Fang Xing smiled coldly in his heart, knowing that his plan was still starting to work, he picked up another broken sword, and said, "This sword tire is more pleasing to the eye, the young master sells three hundred spirit stones, does anyone want it?"

With the experience of the person in front of him, as soon as Fang Xing's voice fell this time, a large group of people shouted: "I want it!"

The voices were chaotic, some people had serious expressions, some people had playful expressions, and I didn't know what to think.

And Fang Xing swept his gaze, pointed at a cyan linen monk in the crowd, and said: "It's you, the bastard like a hanged ghost, you made the loudest voice just now, this sword fetus belongs to you, give money!" The monk was also slightly stunned when he saw Fang Xing pointing at him, but he still took out the storage bag as he said, picked out three hundred top-grade spirit stones, and threw them to Fang Xing.

Fang Xing took it, measured it lightly, and said, "Stand over there and wait!"

As he spoke, he thrust the second sword fetus into the ground, indicating that this sword fetus already has its owner.

All the monks were stunned, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in Fang Xing's gourd, and they all stared at him with blazing eyes.

And Fang Xing didn't talk much nonsense, he directly took out the third sword tire and started the auction, but he only sold two hundred spirit stones.

This time, there were countless people in the group cultivators who agreed, and Fang Xing swept his eyes, so he took a fancy to one person and assigned the sword fetus to him.

For a while, five sword tires were sold continuously, all of which were targeted by Fang Xing, some of the monks were serious, and some of them had the same attitude as playing, and they didn't take it seriously, and some people faintly guessed Fang Xing's thoughts, and they were a little frightened when they went down, and when Fang Xing sold the sixth sword tire worth five hundred spirit stones, there were even two monks who almost fought in order to fight.

As for the sixth sword fetus, Fang Xing still gave it to the one who seemed to be stronger, and he was silent again, his eyes swept the audience coldly.

"Sell it quickly, how much do you want to pay for this sword tire?"

Someone shouted loudly, urging Fang Xing.

Fang Xing smiled, finally showed his claws, grabbed a sword tire casually, lit it up in the air, and said: "This sword tire is not bad, high-grade Xuantie, sword intent, judging from the sword spirit breath alone, even the top-grade Xuanqi is nothing more than that, if you get him, I'm afraid that in the cultivation world in the future, it doesn't matter if you walk sideways, hehe, a thousand top-grade spirit stones......"

As soon as the words fell, seven or eight people shouted at the same time: "I want it!"

As he spoke, he came out of the crowd, staring fiercely at the sword tire in Fang Xing's hand.

Although a thousand top-grade spirit stones are already much more expensive than other sword fetuses, they are still too low compared to the value of sword fetuses.

These monks all glared at each other, because they found that every time several people competed for the sword fetus at the same time, Fang Xing would give the sword fetus to the one with the most momentum, and if there was a slight shortness of breath, this little bastard would turn a blind eye to himself.

Unexpectedly, this time Fang Xing did not directly designate it to anyone, but said leisurely: "Just now, the master will give the sword fetus to whoever he sees is pleasing to the eye, it seems that many of you are not satisfied, so be it, from now on, whoever bids for the high master will give it to whom, this thousand pieces of top-grade spirit stones is the starting price, every time the price is called, less than a hundred top-grade spirit stones will be ignored, let's start!"

At first hearing this, all the monks looked at each other, and their faces showed solemn expressions.

"Little bastard, you think of the beauty, can't you play us like monkey......s?

Suddenly, in the crowd, there were disdainful people shouting.

There are many monks who secretly harbor murderous intent, thinking that this little bastard is so arrogant, but he really treats everyone else as a fool......?

PS: In the past two days, I'm thinking about a big plot behind.,It's a bit slow to live.,Forgive me.,When I'm done writing that paragraph.,Smooth out the idea.,I'm sure I'll add more.,Now,I can only ask you to give a few months of tickets!