In the outer sect dining hall, it was rumored that a crazy peach stealing demon had recently appeared, specifically stealing the peaches of fellow disciples who had conflicts. This caused many outer sect disciples to feel insecure, not knowing when this crazy peach stealing demon would make a move on them.
And recently, there were also many strange things happening in the outer sect. In one night, the outer wall was stolen, causing everyone to think carefully during their leisure time, 'Why did this person steal bricks?'
Some disciples were afraid that they would be like Fang Han, waking up to find that their house was gone. Therefore, every night before they went to sleep, they would set up a bell outside the wall. As long as the thief appeared and triggered the mechanism, they would definitely catch him on the spot.
"Everyone be careful, the crazy peach stealing demon is here."
At this time, outside the peaceful outer sect dining hall, there was a sudden uproar, because a senior disciple discovered the crazy peach stealing demon rushing over.
Many outer sect disciples had fallen victim, paralyzed in their houses for an entire day, unable to move. This kind of suffering was not something a normal person could endure.
Lin Fan carried a large bag and walked over from afar. As for those disciples who were hiding from him, Lin Fan did not take them to heart, because Lin Fan believed that in a bit, they would definitely come over one by one to beg him, treating him as a treasure.
Then Lin Fan came to an empty space beside the dining hall entrance, put down the bag he was carrying, took out a banner, and tied it to a pillar at the entrance.
"Pass by, pass by, don't miss it, lower graded weapons on sale …" Lin Fan stood there and shouted at the top of his lungs.
The surrounding outer sect disciples saw this guy yelling crazily, expressing their disdain, but when they heard that lower graded weapons were on sale, it was as if their souls were hooked.
At this moment, although the outer sect disciples were attracted by Lin Fan's words, no one dared to go up and ask, because they were afraid that if they were attracted over, the other party would steal their peaches.
Lin Fan shouted with all his might, seeing that everyone's gazes were attracted to him, he nodded his head in relief. But what made Lin Fan speechless was, 'Why aren't these guys coming over?
Could it be that lower graded weapons are not attractive? '
Lin Fan knew how cool it was for an outer sect disciple to possess a graded weapon.
Lin Fan could not believe it. He looked around and saw a disciple who was closer to him.
"You, come here …" Lin Fan beckoned.
That disciple was stunned as he stumbled back a few steps in fear. However, how could Lin Fan give him the chance to do so? He stepped forth and grabbed him.
"Come with me." Lin Fan had to make these guys believe his words.
"No, Senior Brother, I just entered the outer sect a few days ago, don't steal my peaches." The disciple who was being held back by Lin Fan suddenly turned pale with fright. Although he had just entered, he was very familiar with the infamous Crazy Peach Stealing Demon outside the canteen.
Lin Fan rolled his eyes. He did not care how this Junior Brother begged and complained. He directly dragged him to the front of the stall and removed the sect weapon from his back.
"Everyone, take a look. This is a weapon forged by an outer sect blacksmith." Lin Fan raised the weapon in his hand and shouted. He then picked up a long sword from the stall.
"Take a look. This is a lower graded weapon. You're about to witness a miracle. Don't blink." Lin Fan looked at the outer sect disciples who had their interest piqued and smiled. 'I don't believe you guys aren't interested.'
"Take a good look …" Lin Fan shouted and the two swords clashed.
"Dang …"
The long sword forged by the sect's craftsmen was instantly cut into two and fell to the ground with a clang.
"How about it? There are only three, the highest bidder wins." Lin Fan threw the two halves of the weapon on the ground and then returned to the stall, waiting for the crowd to fight over it.
"Senior Brother, my sword …!" Looking at his weapon being split into two by his Senior Brother, the Junior Brother really wanted to cry.
"Your sword is my sword …" Lin Fan calmly replied.
Then the surrounding outer sect disciples who had been watching all rushed up like crazy.
They all clearly saw the scene just now. The weapon forged by the outer sect blacksmith was actually cut in half with one sword. And it looked like it was done very easily, as if it was cutting through iron like mud.
At the same time, the long sword was flowing with spirit light. One look and you could tell it was a weapon with a high grade.
"Junior Brother Lin, how much are you selling this sword?"
"Junior Brother Lin, name a price. I'll buy it."
…
At this moment, Lin Fan looked at the outer sect disciples fighting to be the first and smiled brightly in his heart. 'I've said it before, Yours Truly will definitely be in high demand.'
'Now that I can't rely on them to level up, I can only rely on pills. Once Yours Truly reaches postcelestial level, I'll immediately apply to enter the inner sect. At that time, the whole world will be mine to roam.'
At the same time, Lin Fan expressed deep resentment towards the guy who made the rule that disciples who didn't reach postcelestial level could not leave the sect. 'It's this guy who made it so difficult for Yours Truly to level up in the early stages.'
"Slaughtering Sun Destroyer Sword, starting at 30 circulation pills, the highest bidder wins …" Lin Fan raised the long sword in his hand and shouted.
"Slaughtering Sun Destroyer Sword, what a good name. It's too domineering, I must get this sword."
"I bid 31."
"Hmph, you want to get a lower graded weapon with just 31? You're dreaming, I bid 40."
"45."
"50."
Lin Fan looked at his fellow disciples who were bidding fiercely and smiled brightly in his heart. A pile of scrap metal, as long as he packaged it a little, he could sell it. This was too profitable.
"I bid 100."
When the person who bid 100 spoke, the entire place was silent. Outer sect disciples could receive 30 circulation pills every month. Although circulation pills were a normal currency in the outer sect, this was a pill that helped with training. Many disciples would consume it on the same day, and very few could save it up.
"150."
Lin Fan looked at the disciple who had called out the price of 150 gold coins. This was someone he had never seen before. He stood there calmly, but Lin Fan could tell from his eyes that he was thirsting for the sword.
Although Lin Fan had been in the sect for more than a year, he still didn't understand one thing.
In this world, everyone was only good at one thing.
The path of training was endless, who would be distracted to train in something else?
Training was training, craftsmen were craftsmen, and alchemists were alchemists.
To become the latter two, one would not be able to achieve much on the path of training, unless one was a powerful being who had reached a certain level and had no breakthrough to speak of. Only then would they divert their attention to other things.
Although the Saint Devil sect was a big sect, they didn't dare to say that they would give every disciple a graded weapon.
"200."
"250."
…
The bidding was intense, and Lin Fan noticed that many disciples didn't bid. They were quietly watching, looking like they were waiting for the next weapon.
"One thousand …" Just then, a man dressed in white walked over slowly from afar.
When the surrounding Outer Sect disciples saw who it was, their faces changed. Then, one by one, they stepped aside respectfully, their hearts filled with astonishment.
"It's senior brother Yi."
"Outer sect's top ten geniuses, Yi Zhongyu."
"Looks like we have no hope. With senior brother Yi taking action, there's nothing left for us. If we continue to compete, senior brother Yi will definitely hate us."
Many of the outer sect disciples who were determined to get their hands on the Inferior-Grade Weapon also understood when they saw the person who had come.
But Lin Fan was thinking about a problem, 'Did I sell it at a loss?'
'But who cares, since it's made from scrap metal, I can get as many as I want. Let's make a profit first.'
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