"I didn't expect to encounter a 'relic' in this small town..."
Ye Xuan was a little surprised.
"What 'relic'?" Mo Qinglian was a little confused.
"I'll tell you what medicinal materials you need. Go and grab them and wait for me here." Ye Xuan did not explain, but told Mo Qinglian the required medicinal materials, and then gave her some high-grade spiritual stones.
, let him buy it.
"What about you?" Mo Qinglian said.
"I'll come as soon as I go." Ye Xuan walked towards an alleyway on the left.
Although Mo Qinglian was curious, when she saw Ye Xuan leaving in a hurry, she didn't ask any more questions. Instead, she immediately followed Ye Xuan's instructions and went to the drug store to grab medicine.
"I didn't expect Qianxuan Mirror to fall here..." Ye Xuan looked for that familiar aura, and after twists and turns, he came to a long alley full of vendors.
It's not so much a long alley as it is a bustling antique street.
There were many vendors on both sides, placing all kinds of antiques on the ground. No one shouted, they just sat there quietly, waiting for others to discover them.
Ye Xuan's eyes were directly fixed on a hawker's stall.
Compared to other vendors, this vendor's stall is smaller, with only seven or eight small items on it.
And Ye Xuan's eyes fell on the small brass mirror among them.
"My guest has really good taste. Although my stall is small, everything is of high quality. Everything is passed down from my ancestors, especially this mirror, which was passed down from my ancestors' generation. It has been a long time ago."
It has a history of millions of years and is definitely worth a lot of money." When the stall owner saw Ye Xuan standing in front of the stall, his eyes suddenly lit up, he rubbed his hands and said seriously.
When other vendors on the street saw this scene, they secretly said: "Another fat sheep..."
Judging from Ye Xuan's clothes and the way he walked, they could tell that Ye Xuan had an extraordinary background.
But Ye Xuan kept standing in front of the stall, staring at one thing, which was a taboo.
"That guy Bao Bai is finally able to open his shop for the first time today."
A shopkeeper next to him couldn't help but secretly said.
The stall owner named Bao Bai is a young man in his mid-twenties. I don't know if it is due to malnutrition. He looks pitifully thin and his face looks sallow. He does not look like a young man at all.
Ye Xuan ignored Bao Bai's words, but squatted down and reached for the small brass mirror.
"Hey! You can't do that, sir. This mirror was passed down from my ancestors. If it's broken, you can't afford to pay for it!"
Bao Bai stopped Ye Xuan first and said solemnly.
"I want this mirror." Ye Xuan said calmly.
When Bao Bai heard this, his eyes flashed, and he immediately said: "Your Majesty, this is an ancestral item. It is only used to hold the shop and win over your luck. It is not for sale. Your Majesty, why don't you choose something else?"
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The vendors nearby were not surprised by Bao Bai's words.
This is their usual trick to deliberately raise prices.
"Not for sale? Then I really like it. Tell me how much it costs. I want it!"
At this time, a young man who seemed to be from a rich family walked next to him and said generously, with arrogance written on his face, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he was rich.
"This..." Bao Bai couldn't help but look at Ye Xuan, and then at the young man, wondering: "Even if I really want to sell it, this guest will be the first to take a fancy to it."
"Fart, doesn't the antique street always pay attention to whoever pays the highest price?" the rich kid cursed.
"I will offer you one hundred high-grade spiritual stones, will you sell them?"
That rich kid is straight up arrogant.
One hundred high-grade spiritual stones are equal to 10,000 medium-grade spiritual stones, which is equal to one million low-grade spiritual stones!
This guy made one million in one move, which is really amazing.
"One million? This..." Bao Bai couldn't help but look at Ye Xuan again, as if hinting at him.
When Ye Xuan saw this scene, he said calmly: "You don't want to sell it, you just sell it for a hundred high-grade spiritual stones?"
The singing and harmony of these two people was really clumsy in his eyes.
Bao Bai didn't feel embarrassed when he heard this, and smiled and said: "We usually put customers first. If the customer insists on buying, we will naturally provide convenience."
"Boy, do you want to buy it or not? If you don't, it belongs to me!" The rich boy said impatiently.
Ye Xuan glanced at Bao Bai with a half-smile but ignored the wealthy disciple. With a flick of his consciousness, a thousand high-grade spiritual stones appeared in his hand.
"Is that enough?" Ye Xuan said.
Seeing this scene, many stall owners around took a deep breath.
A thousand high-grade spiritual stones, this is ten million low-grade spiritual stones!
This is enough for a monk below a prince to practice for ten years!
It is definitely a huge wealth.
Ye Xuan actually gave a thousand yuan directly, which really made their hearts tremble.
Involuntarily, they all cast jealous glances at Bao Bai.
This guy has made a lot of money this time.
"One thousand yuan?!" Bao Bai was a little stupid at the moment. He had been setting up a stall here for several years and had never seen such a proud customer.
In fact, the goods sold on their street are basically fake, and the locals know it, so they can only blackmail some foreign monks.
Therefore, they have never had any real big business.
Ye Xuan offers a thousand high-grade spiritual stones. This is definitely a big deal!
"Enough, enough!" Bao Bai was stunned for a moment, and without saying a word, he took the spirit stone in Ye Xuan's hand and smiled from ear to ear.
"You guy, I haven't even increased the price yet?!"
The rich kid was stunned for a moment and looked very angry.
Bao Bai smiled and said: "Anyway, you can't add more than a thousand, right?"
When the rich boy heard this, he sighed and said, "It seems that this opportunity can only benefit this brother."
As he spoke, he looked at Ye Xuan with envy, but deep in his eyes, there was a trace of sarcasm.
A broken mirror is worth at most a few low-grade spiritual stones, but this guy offered it ten million, which really made him laugh.
Ye Xuan ignored the two people's tricks and took the Qianxuan Mirror in his hand.
"You have purchased it and left it, there will be no returns or exchanges." Bao Bai couldn't help but said when he saw Ye Xuan taking the Qianxuan Mirror away.
When the kid from the rich family saw this, he also laughed: "Bao Bai, this is a good business. I will waive your expenses for three months and give you five hundred high-grade spiritual stones."
"Young Master Dele." Bao Baipianpian evened out half of the spirit stone in his hand and gave it to the rich boy.
Some monks who had just stepped into the antique street were shocked when they saw this scene.
But some familiar people were not surprised. Instead, they explained to the buddy next to them: "These antiques are all fake, and there are basically no authentic ones. And this antique street is the property of the Qinglong Gang in Xuanyao City, and that person is Qinglong
Miao Xiaolong, the son of the gang leader."
"Emotions are all colluded, right?"
"What do you think?"
"Then what this guy bought is not fake?"
"Of course."
Involuntarily, everyone expressed sympathy and pity for Ye Xuan.
It's easy to be deceived when you're new here.
"This thing is not fake." Ye Xuan naturally heard what those people said and said with a calm smile.
"Brother, because you are so generous, I will tell you for free that this thing is actually fake." The guy who looked like a kid from a rich family, Miao Xiaolong, suddenly said with a smile.
"Sir, no returns or exchanges are allowed." Bao Bai added.
This made many people shake their heads secretly.
The Qinglong Gang is a powerful force in Xuanyao City. It can be said to be the local tyrant. Even if the outside monks suffer a loss here, they dare not say anything.
This is why Miao Xiaolong should speak out so openly.
"Forget it, let me open your eyes." Ye Xuan held Qianxuan Mirror in his hand, Dao lines surged, and true energy spurted out.
Whoosh!
The next moment, a bright mysterious light burst out from the Qianxuan Mirror.
"Damn it, it can't be true, can it?"
Everyone's eyelids jumped when they saw that mysterious light.
With a thought, Ye Xuan took out ten top-quality spiritual stones from the storage ring and placed them on the Qianxuan Mirror.
Buzz————
An amazing scene appeared.
On top of the Qianxuan Mirror, twenty top-quality spiritual stones appeared!
"What the hell!?"
This scene made people dumbfounded.
Aren't there ten top-quality spiritual stones? Why did they become twenty?
Ye Xuan took back the twenty top-quality spiritual stones, covered up the brilliance of the Qianxuan Mirror, and said with a calm smile: "Do you still think this is fake now?"
Everyone was stunned, and then their eyes turned red.
This mirror can actually increase spiritual stones?!
In the blink of an eye, ten more top-quality spiritual stones appeared?
If one hundred top-quality spiritual stones are put on top, then there shouldn’t be one hundred more?!
Damn it, this Qianxuan Mirror is an amazing treasure!