The Struggle of Magic Tools
The stall owner looked like a middle-aged man. His cultivation was similar to everyone else. He had just entered the Late Stage Dou Dan Realm not long ago. He raised his eyes and glanced at Ling Dong, nodded his head and said: "Thirty desert coins, no bargaining!"
Ling Dong was very excited. He really wanted to buy it on the spot, but such a cheap price made him suspicious. Di Yan asked, "This artifact is the best among the low grade artifacts. There are more than 2900 laws on it. To have such craftsmanship, it must be the work of a master blacksmith. If I'm not wrong, the law on it is the wood law, which is considered a medium law. Such an artifact can be sold for 200 desert coins. 30? I'm afraid there are flaws in it that we don't know about, right? "
Hearing this, Ling Dong's restless heart immediately calmed down. If he bought a defective low rank magic tool, wouldn't that be a great loss?
Thinking of this, he looked at the stall owner with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
"It's right here. The price is clearly marked. Take it or leave it."
The stall owner did not choose to explain anything and said calmly.
This puzzled everyone. Gradually, the nearby cultivators also came over and pointed at the dagger. The price of this dagger was indeed very tempting. They really wanted to buy it, but such a low price indirectly proved that this dagger was not as simple as it looked. However, if they didn't buy it, they wouldn't be able to refine it, and if they couldn't refine it, they wouldn't be able to investigate the details of this dagger.
Therefore, everyone was like Ling Dong, hesitant, yet reluctant to leave.
Now that the number of people had increased, the other things in the stall were selling well, except for the dagger. People only asked about it, but no one bought it.
"Forget it. Let's get five desert coins each and take it. If there are any problems, we'll just accept it. At most, we'll just sell it. What do you guys think?"
Di Yan said telepathically.
He included Ning Qi as well.
Ling Dong, Ye Zicheng, and the rest were slightly stunned. They only considered for a breath's time before they made a decision and nodded their heads. How could they not have at least ten desert coins to protect themselves? It wasn't a big deal for each of them to take out five pills.
"I've already used up my desert coins, so I won't be participating."
Ning Qi smiled faintly.
Di Yan gritted his teeth and said, "How about this, Brother Beixuan, I'll pay for your desert coins first. What do you think?"
"That works too."
Ning Qi nodded.
He could clearly see that there was nothing wrong with this low-grade magical artifact itself. The reason it was sold at such a low price was probably because of its background!
"We want it, 30 desert coins!"
Di Yan stepped forward and said.
"Wait! I bid thirty-two! "
A cultivator at the side suddenly made a bid.
"This is not an auction. First come, first served!"
Di Yan glanced at the cultivator with dissatisfaction.
"That depends on the boss."
The cultivator looked expectantly at the middle-aged stall owner.
"The highest bidder wins."
The middle-aged stall owner laughed and a trace of slyness flashed across his eyes. Ning Qi couldn't help but smile when he saw that. This guy probably guessed that there would be a second person after one person made a bid. The price he set at 30 desert coins was actually just a starting price.
"Shameless!"
Anger flashed across Di Yan's eyes.
The middle-aged stall owner smiled. He didn't mind Di Yan's opinion of him and looked at the crowd encouragingly.
"I bid thirty-five desert coins!"
Finally, the third cultivator made a bid.
The cultivators who were hesitant at first were now overwhelmed by greed. One after another, they called out their prices. However, they still had the last bit of rationality. They still remembered that this dagger might be a defective low-grade magic artefact. In the end, the price did not exceed 45 pieces.
"What do you think? Should we forget about it? "
Di Yan asked for the crowd's opinion.
"I have no objections."
Ning Qi was the first to express his opinion. To him, this dagger could at most be sold for money and had no other value. His Dragon Slayer Saber was much more powerful than this dagger.
"Let's do it! We'll bid forty-eight desert coins. If it's more than that, we won't take it! "
Ling Dong gritted his teeth and said.
"I agree!"
"I … agree too …"
Ye Zicheng was a little hesitant.
But everyone made their decision quickly, including his sister. He couldn't hesitate anymore and could only nod his head.
Everyone bid eight desert coins. If the dagger couldn't be used, it would be a huge loss.
"Alright!"
Di Yan nodded and said to the middle-aged stall owner, "I bid forty-eight desert coins."
"Forty-eight desert coins. Is there anyone willing to bid higher than this?"
The middle-aged stall owner nodded with a smile and glanced at the crowd.
The cultivator who bid forty-five desert coins was the one who wanted to rob them. He stared at Di Yan and the rest fiercely. His lips moved but he didn't choose to speak.
"This dagger is yours now …"
The middle-aged stall owner picked up the dagger and looked at Di Yan with a smile, waiting for his desert coins.
Di Yan heaved a sigh of relief. He didn't know if he was happy or disappointed. Either way, he felt a little complicated. Just as he collected the desert coins from Ling Dong and the others, a cold voice was heard.
"I bid fifty desert coins. Such a good low-grade magic weapon for such a low price. It's really worth it. Di Yan, you five poor bastards dare to covet such a treasure? Forty-eight desert coins. How can you bid at such a low price? I'm dying of laughter. "
The crowd parted to make a path. A young man walked in with two lackeys. After he bid, he looked at Di Yan and the rest with ridicule.
When Di Yan and the rest saw the young man, their faces turned ugly.
"Young Valley Master, what is the meaning of this!"
Di Yan said with a pale face.
"He is the son of our Cold Wind Valley Master, Feng Rao. He is a Late Stage Battle Dan Realm Cultivator who has refined more than 2,600 storm laws. His cultivation is higher than Big Brother Di Yan. A few years ago, because of a small matter, he started to hate us. Don't say anything later. If he knows that you know us, he will hate you too. Given Feng Rao's character, he will definitely vent his anger on you!"
Gu Zhen, who hadn't spoken much, reminded Ning Qi when she saw that he was curious.
Ning Qi was slightly startled. After that, he smiled and nodded at her. Gu Zhen had already turned her gaze and stared at Feng Rao. He must have been waiting outside for a long time to humiliate them.
"What do I mean by that? Don't you understand? What I mean is for you five paupers to scram as far as you can. This dagger, I want it. "
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