Chapter 143: Market Trading, Physical Training Techniques

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"Looking at how you are so obsessed with money, how can someone as old-fashioned as Qingsong have an apprentice like you?!" the old man said angrily.

His eyes didn't care at all.

"How many times have you said the same thing? If you are not annoyed, I am."

Snapped.

Two Dafa coins were slapped on the table.

"Old rules."

The old wine man took out a porcelain bottle from the counter below.

"Sixty three-yellow pills, see for yourself."

Simu took it, opened the stopper, looked at it, and put it into the bag with satisfaction.

Sanhuang Pill is refined from Maoshan and is the most common ninth-grade low-grade power-increasing elixir.

It is also the most suitable for him to take now.

Every time I make money, I come here to exchange it for elixirs.

Of course, it is higher and cheaper to go to Maoshanfang City, but his dojo is too far away from the sect. It takes more than ten days to go back, so Jinchanfang City is more convenient.

"You have money now, why don't you buy more?"

"Sixty coins are enough for me to use for a while. I'll talk about it when I'm done with it." After a pause, "Is there any news about the thing I asked you to help pay attention to last time?"

"The wind-milled copper is a ninth-grade high-quality spiritual material."

The old man’s right thumb and index finger meet.

A 'you know' expression appeared on his face.

With four eyes and gritted teeth, he took a small French coin and handed it over.

After taking a look, the old man looked disgusted.

"Are you sending the beggar away? One Dafa money, otherwise I will tell others."

The cat, whose eyes seemed to have been stepped on by its tail, jumped up instantly.

Pointing at the old man’s nose, he cursed loudly.

"You are a dead old man who has been plagued by the plague. Even the gatekeepers in the dead city dare not be as greedy as you."

The drunken old man who was scolded smiled and was not angry.

"I can't buy sorghum, I can't drink Laobaigan. I'm the only one in the entire Jinchanfang City who knows the clues to something as good as Fengmoling Copper. Are you sure you don't want it?"

After saying this, I took out the wine gourd and took a nice sip.

After falling into my stomach, I also made some sighs.

He looked so hard that he gritted his teeth.

After hesitating for a while, he dug at Sosou and took out a Dafa coin with a look of reluctance.

"explain."

He grabbed it, blew on it, put it to his ear and listened.

He rolled his eyes angrily.

"This is legal money."

"Hey, I was used to being poor in the secular world in my early years, and I couldn't see any money."

"Say it."

The old wine man put the money in his pocket and took some time to relax. His lips opened, but there was no sound.

It's obviously a secret technique like transmitting sounds into secrets.

I have to say that the old man doing business is quite ethical.

Seeing Xu Rui beside him, he hid the key information. Apparently he was afraid that he would hear it, so he left empty-handed.

But he soon realized how wrong his idea was.

"real?"

His eyes were filled with joy.

"The time is just three days later, but those things are not cheap. The money you have may not be enough."

"How about you lend me some?"

Hit the snake with four eyes and follow it with the stick.

"Go, you are the direct descendant of a famous family after all. How dare you worry about my old man's coffin book?"

"In a few years, you will achieve the golden elixir. What coffin book do you want?"

There was a hint of melancholy in the old man's playful expression.

"How can it be so easy to achieve the golden elixir?"

He quickly calmed down and looked at Xu Rui with a smile.

"Brother, do you have any treasures that you want to sell? For the sake of my little brother, the old man will give you an honest price."

Xu Rui stepped forward and took out a double-barreled shotgun from his bag.

The old man held it in his hand and marveled at the angel statues and beautiful hairpins embossed on it.

"Did you get this thing from those foreign monks?"

"good."

In fact, he got it from Zhou Mingwei, a member of the Ni'erhui trio.

In the battle of Wengcheng, except for Liu Changfan, who was good at using swords and shields, Zhang Wei and Zhou Mingwei all died inside.

Later, he asked the Five Ghosts to search for treasures in the Pingshan Underground Palace, and the treasures on the two men also came into his hands.

This double-barreled shotgun named 'Judgment' has a Goldfinger rating of ninth grade and is medium.

However, his marksmanship is not good, and he is still somewhat accurate within ten meters. From a distance, it just depends on luck.

He didn't have time to practice marksmanship either.

Within ten meters, it is better to use a gun than to use your own fists.

Therefore, although it is an expensive ninth-grade medium-level magic weapon, it seems a bit useless in Xu Rui's hands.

The familiar light blue aura bloomed from the old man's hand again.

After touching the gun body from head to toe.

"It's pretty good. It's much better than Xiao Siyan's sheep-headed staff. If you look at the quality alone, I can give you 11 yuan of magic money."

Xu Rui frowned.

Before he came here, he had seen on the official website of the National Practitioners Association that items of the same quality could be sold for twelve ninth-grade medium-sized Shaoyang Pills.

The price comparison of medium-grade Shaoyang Pill is similar to that of low-grade Shaoyang Pill, both are 30.

Obviously the actual price is higher.

The old wine man is good at observing words and expressions. When he saw his frown, he immediately changed his tune.

"However, the refining methods of Western magic weapons are completely different from those in China. I believe many sects and weapon refiners will be very interested. I can add two more pieces to you."

"Thirteen Dafa money."

Xu Rui pondered for a moment.

The price of a ninth-grade medium Shaoyang Pill is more than the actual official price.

However, the ninth-grade medium-level magic weapons are all traded face-to-face. The rarer things are more expensive, so the price can definitely be raised a bit.

"Fourteen Dafa money, or I give up."

After the old man took a look at him, he thought about it briefly and agreed.

"make a deal."

I was just about to get the money.

Xu Rui took out five more talisman papers that exuded light yellow aura.

The old man took a look.

"Medium golden amulet, of acceptable quality."

Xu Rui has accumulated nearly twenty pieces since he was able to draw a ninth-grade medium-level 'golden light amulet'.

He didn't have that much for himself, and he could paint more, so he sold part of it.
To be continued...