Chapter 344 Ten Thousand Years Lightning Strikes the Wood!
"How did you sell this short knife?"
When Su Chen saw that the stall owner was a middle-aged man with a sinister look, his eyes flashed, and he walked over casually and picked up a black short knife.
"Young master, you have good eyesight! This short sword comes from the ruins of the ancient gods. It is an ancient rare treasure. If you want it, you can take it directly with 100,000 low-grade spiritual stones!"
When the stall owner saw Su Chen, his eyes suddenly lit up and he spoke eloquently.
"One hundred thousand low-grade spiritual stones? That's too expensive! One thousand low-grade spiritual stones, do you want to sell them?"
Su Chen said calmly.
He has a lot of spiritual stones on his body, but he cannot be taken advantage of and slaughtered at will.
"A thousand low-grade spiritual stones? Too few! Young Master, this is an ancient treasure. It comes from the ruins of the ancient gods. It may be a relic of the gods. If you sincerely want it, fifty thousand low-grade spiritual stones!"
There was a cunning look in the stall owner's eyes and he said quickly.
"Sir, that short sword doesn't have any spirituality at first glance. It's just a piece of scrap metal with at most a hundred spiritual stones. Don't let him deceive you!"
A Ming said quickly.
"It's okay, I have my own concerns!"
Su Chen smiled slightly.
Then he raised his head, looked at the stall owner and said: "Ten thousand low-grade spiritual stones, and let me randomly pick something from your stall as a supplement. If you are not willing, I will leave!"
"Ten thousand low-grade spiritual stones are really too few, and I will lose my blood! But...since the young master sincerely wants it, then I, Old Wang, will treat it as a friend, and the young master will just take it!"
The stall owner looked pained on the outside, but he was happy in his heart.
He collected these things from a villager outside the city, and the total cost was only dozens of low-grade spiritual stones.
A short sword can be sold for 10,000 low-grade spiritual stones. He has made a fortune!
"That's it!"
Su Chen nodded, casually picked up the half piece of dead wood and put it together with the short knife.
Then, he took out 10,000 low-grade spiritual stones and gave them to the stall owner.
The stall owner's eyes had long been attracted by the spirit stone in Su Chen's hand, so why did he care about what Su Chen chose?
He hurriedly took the spirit stone, and then handed the dagger and dead wood to Su Chen, as if he was afraid that Su Chen would regret it.
"Sir, you have been fooled! Ten thousand low-grade spiritual stones are enough to buy everything on his stall!"
A Ming smiled bitterly.
"A Ming, do you know what this is?"
Su Chen smiled calmly and said.
When he just used the Divine Eyes of Delusion, he discovered that A Ming's physique was very unusual, and he almost missed a talented person.
Therefore, he took out the black dead wood as a deliberate reminder to A Ming.
"Sir, isn't this just a piece of dead wood? It has no spirituality and is very ordinary. There is nothing special about it!"
A Ming glanced at the dead wood and said with some doubts.
"Take a closer look!"
Su Chen smiled calmly and said.
A Ming's eyes were full of suspicion, but after hearing Su Chen's words, he still looked at the dead wood carefully and even reached out to touch the lines on the dead wood.
Click!
A tiny flash of purple lightning suddenly jumped out, making A Ming startled.
"This is...this is..."
A Ming suddenly seemed to think of something, and couldn't help but trembled all over, and his eyes widened.
"Sir, could this be the legendary tree struck by ten thousand years of lightning?"
He carefully looked around, and then said to Su Chen very carefully.
"You actually recognize the wood struck by ten thousand years of lightning? Yes, yes!"
Su Chen said with appreciation.
The wood has been struck by lightning for a hundred years, and its color is green and yellow.
The wood has been struck by lightning for thousands of years, and its color is deep purple.
Five thousand years of lightning struck the wood, turning it golden in color. The roar of thunder can cause strange phenomena in the heaven and earth.
And the lightning that has struck the wood for ten thousand years is as black as ink, like coke, and the thunder is restrained, just like a mortal thing.
This half of dead wood is indeed the wood struck by lightning for thousands of years.