Zhang Xuanji walked straight to the stall, and at this time there was a group of six or seven people standing in front of the stall, almost surrounding the stall, and it was impossible to enter for a while.

Zhang Xuanji was not in a hurry, but stood silently and waited, planning to wait for the group to leave.

After all, his broken sword looks very ordinary in appearance, at most it is a piece of hard iron, and it is not worth anything at all.

This group of people are dressed up, either rich or expensive, and they are all cultivators with spiritual power, so they must not take such a fancy to their broken sword body.

Zhang Xuanji, who was standing on the periphery of this group of people, quickly attracted the attention of this group of Rao.

Two of them frequently looked back at Zhang Xuanji, their eyes full of vigilance.

After all, Zhang Xuanji's dress is too shabby.

Although he is handsome, as the saying goes, people refuse to look good, who knows how to be thieves from time to time?

This will see that a group of people are dressed extraordinarily, and they may have some crooked brains, and they are not sure if they want to steal.

The two of them shrank to where their companions were, obviously intending to stay away from Zhang Xuanji.

After all, when you're away from home, more is better than less.

The two shrank their positions, but it made Zhang Xuanji's eyes light up.

Because of their actions, they just made a gap for themselves, and if they stood up, they should be able to hook the piece of iron with their feet.

However, it is obvious that he can't show his intentions too obviously, otherwise the vendor will definitely sit on the ground and raise the price.

In any case, none of this will affect the fact that I am approaching the stall now.

Zhang Xuanji's mind turned around a thousand times, but his movements did not stop at all, he walked straight over and approached the stall, and picked up an object casually and looked at it.

Zhang Xuanji's actions immediately attracted the attention of all the people and the stall owners, and they all threw twilight at Zhang Xuanji.

In the crowd, a disdainful female voice said, "Where did the hillbillies come from? Don't look at what these things are? Can you afford them?

Zhang Xuanji looked at the person who spoke, standing in the center of the crowd, a woman in her twenties, obviously a leader-level figure in this group of people.

Zhang Xuanji didn't want to cause trouble, so he apologized to the girl with a faint smile: "I'm sorry, I'm just looking!"

The woman was unrelenting, her eyes were above the top, and she only glanced at Zhang Xuanji's dress: "What are you looking at? Don't you see us watching? You have influenced us, do you know?"

Zhang Xuanji said again: "I'm sorry, I think what we want to sell should not conflict, I won't affect you!"

The woman snorted coldly and said, "The shadow doesn't affect us anymore, it's us, what are you?"

The woman looked at the vendor owner and said with an arrogant expression: "I have packed all these things of yours, and they are all missing, I want them all!"

After the woman finished, she looked at the man in white beside her, and said with a smile: "Brother Baishan, I bought all these things, let's go back and you take a slow look at them one by one, the province is disturbed here!"

When Zhang Xuanji heard the woman's words, he frowned slightly.

Packed all?

Then this section of his broken sword and sword body will be gone!

The stall owner was pleasantly surprised, obviously thinking that he had hit a big luck.

This female stall owner knows, the eldest sister of the Yun family in Wangchao City, and she has always been generous.

Now the other party has to pack all the things in his stall, and the price is enough for him to have food and clothing for half his life.

The stall owner was about to pack, when he heard the man in white, Qin Baishan, say with a smile: "Sister Yunyao doesn't have to be like this, I'm not interested in these things, let's go!"

Qin Baishan walked away first, while Yun Yao snorted coldly and turned around with everyone.

The stall owner saw that a big business was yellow, and suddenly it was as if he had fallen from the hall into the prison, and he was almost half dead.

He glanced at Zhang Xuanji fiercely, looking extremely depressed.

Zhang Xuanji naturally understood the psychological gap of the stall owner, smiled a little embarrassedly, pointed to something casually and asked, "This, how much is it?"

The stall owner didn't even look at what Zhang Xuanji was referring to: "One million gold coins!"

Zhang Xuanji: "......"

Zhang Xuanji didn't rush to point to other things, but stood there quietly looking at things, and didn't reach out to touch them.

The stall owner sat in his place and sulked, but gradually accepted the reality.

The big business of the eldest sister of the Yun family was not completed before, and she always had to use dim sum in this business, and she had to earn some money.

The stall owner stood up, looked at Zhang Xuanji and squeezed out a smile: "I'm sorry, brother, I was so depressed just now!"

Zhang Xuanji nodded in understanding, and looked at something again: "How much is this?"

The stall owner looked at what Zhang Xuanji was referring to, and said with a frank smile: "Brother, I'm really sorry for what happened before, what do you like directly, I will definitely give you the lowest price, but don't bargain with you......"

Zhang Xuanji looked at the stall owner's eyes and nodded.

He naturally didn't believe the stall owner's nonsense, after all, these people can use any routine emotional card in order to sell things at a high price.

Zhang Xuanji reached out and picked up a bronze mirror: "This thing is very good, how much does it cost?"

"This ......"

The stall owner hesitated slightly, and at this moment he was still unable to determine what Zhang Xuanji was looking at, so he quoted: "If this brother wants it, three thousand gold coins!"

"Three thousand...... It's so expensive!"

Zhang Xuanji deliberately showed surprise: "I only have more than a hundred gold coins on me!"

"More than a hundred?" the stall owner repeated, frowning secretly.

At this moment, he looked at Zhang Xuanji carefully, his clothes were shabby, and it must be the limit to be able to take out a hundred gold coins, right?

But because of what I said before, if I take back the three thousand gold coins and change them to one hundred, it will definitely be a slap in the face!

The stall owner rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Brother, this bronze mirror is not an ordinary copper mirror, if you can't buy it, I won't introduce it to you, you can take a look at the others!"

Zhang Xuanji pointed at something casually: "What about this? It's also quite fun, how much does it cost!"

The stall owner glanced at the thing, and the actual value of the thing Zhang Xuanji pointed out this time was more expensive than the bronze mirror: "This one also costs four or five hundred!"

The stall owner then swiped his hand: "Look at this one, you can buy more than a hundred gold coins here!"

Zhang Xuanji's eyes narrowed slightly, and the range of the stall owner's casual strokes included the truncated sword he wanted.

Zhang Xuanji raised his hand and pointed at his favorite broken sword body: "How much is this?"

"This?"

The stall owner glanced at it.

Good guys!

Long live the Sword Emperor