There are only ten low-level swords in the entire outer courtyard. No one here thought that Ye Feng, who had always been looked down upon by them, actually spent only three taels of silver to buy one, which made many people in the outer courtyard buy one.
A low-level sword that is coveted by disciples.
Ye Feng's luck made everyone envious of him. Lin Mu, who had been preparing to ridicule him earlier, jealously looked at the low-level weapon in Ye Feng's hand with resentment in his eyes.
He had also seen this sword just now, but he only thought that the appearance of this sword was extremely ugly and did not look like a sword at all. He never expected that this sword, which he regarded as super trash, had something else inside.
There is a low-level long sword hidden in Qiankun.
Not only Lin Mu felt regretful in his heart, but also the shopkeeper was filled with regret when he saw that Ye Feng had obtained a low-level weapon. He had purchased this black sword from an outer court disciple for only one tael.
Silver. At that time, he also felt that there was something wrong with the black material on the surface of the sword, but considering that once the sword body was damaged, the sword would be worthless, he did not do that.
He never expected that it was because he was afraid of losing a tael of silver that he missed a chance with a low-level sword.
"Brother Ye, are you willing to sell this sword?" The shopkeeper came to Ye Feng with a smile.
Hearing the shopkeeper's words, Ye Feng raised his head, with a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes. A low-level sword is the lowest level sword except ordinary swords and murderous swords, but even such a sword cannot be measured by silver taels.
If there is no ten thousand taels of silver, I am afraid no one will be able to buy a low-level sword.
"I won't sell it!" Ye Feng casually put the sword into his backpack and said coldly.
Ye Feng's refusal made the shopkeeper feel disappointed, but he also knew that anyone who got a low-level sword would probably not sell it.
Ye Feng obtained a low-level sword, which made everyone present shut up in shock. After glancing at the silent people who were staring at the sword on their backs, Ye Feng smiled coldly, turned around again, and focused his gaze on those people.
On top of the abandoned sword.
The Eye of Hope opened, and his gaze was fixed on those junk weapons. This time he was no longer as careful as last time, but moved like lightning to buy all the good swords.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Feng took away more than a dozen swords. His move fell in the eyes of the shopkeeper and waiters, and once again made everyone sneer.
So what if you get a low-level sword? This kind of sword gambling is no different from gambling. Everyone believes that as long as Ye Feng gets into it, sooner or later he will go bankrupt and lose the sword he just got.
In the disdainful eyes of everyone, Ye Feng placed the selected swords on the ground one after another. He took out the special sword-washing water that was mixed with nitric acid and the soul-swallowing energy that he had prepared in advance, and poured it into the dim and colorless water without hesitation.
On the sword of light.
Nitric acid dripped on the sword, immediately corroding the surface of the sword into pits. Seeing Ye Feng's prodigal behavior, a trace of hatred flashed in the eyes of everyone present.
Nitric acid is a strong corrosive solution, and a single drop of liquid can damage the sword's blade. However, Ye Feng, a prodigal, dropped an entire bottle of nitric acid on the sword at once. Isn't this a sincere waste?
While everyone was slandering in their hearts, they watched with cold eyes, wanting to see Ye Feng embarrassed. However, just when everyone thought that Ye Feng would definitely lose everything this time, the nitric acid solution suddenly flowed down the sword body to both sides.
After the nitric acid solution came out of the sword, Ye Feng grabbed the sword on his face and carefully wiped it with a deerskin cloth. After he wiped the stolen goods on the surface of the sword clean, a murderous sword with a cold light flashing and a light red light on the surface appeared in front of him.
In front of everyone.
"This..." Seeing the murderous sword in Ye Feng's hand, the shopkeeper gasped in shock.
No one knew better than him how magical Ye Feng's hand was. Just cleaning the sword with nitric acid solution was enough to shock him.
As a shopkeeper, he has a business vision far beyond ordinary people. He knows very well what Ye Feng's behavior means. It means that from now on, any sword whose true color is concealed will be washed again by this cleaning fluid.
Today, if he masters this technology, he will no longer need to open this kind of sword gambling business in the future. He can just buy these junk weapons by himself, and then remove the impurities, and he will make a lot of money.
Ye Feng ignored the horrified looks of everyone and carefully wiped the sword on the ground. As he carefully wiped it, the dull swords became sharp and sharp.
Ye Feng purchased a total of fifteen swords for the second time, and these fifteen swords were all murderous swords that were one level higher than ordinary swords.
Placing fifteen murderous swords with cold light on the counter, Ye Feng said calmly: "I sell these swords!"
Ye Feng's behavior made the waiter look embarrassed. He looked up at the shopkeeper and saw the shopkeeper nodding, and then said: "Fifteen murderous swords, each worth eight taels of silver. This is one hundred and twenty taels of silver, keep it!"
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With that said, the clerk handed over two palm-sized silver ingots and four pieces of broken silver.
One hundred and twenty taels of silver were placed on the table, shining brightly under the sunlight. Seeing the silver taels on the table, everyone onlookers swallowed in unison.
One hundred and twenty taels of silver is an income that the poor people cannot earn in a lifetime. Although there are many people present with wealthy families, it is impossible for them to come up with this much money at once.
What was inconceivable to everyone present was that among the silver taels that Ye Feng received, only 48 taels of silver were the principal. Using forty-eight taels of silver as capital, he earned nearly three times the profit in just a quarter of an hour. How could this not be possible?
It shocked everyone present.
At this moment, no one dared to insult Ye Feng like before, so that some people looked at Ye Feng with indescribable emotions in their eyes.
Is this still the guy who was despised by countless people and believed by everyone that after leaving the Li Shui Sword Sect, he could only return to his hometown to farm? The unique appraisal skills he showed at this moment may be enough to keep him gold and silver for the rest of his life.
, no worries about food and clothing.
Lin Mu looked at Ye Feng, who did not show any strange expression when facing one hundred and twenty taels of silver, his eyes full of surprise.
At this moment, an ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart. The first genius of the Sword Sect's outer courtyard had returned.
Thinking of everything he had done to Ye Feng over the years, Lin Mu felt a headache. A trace of panic quietly enveloped Lin Mu's heart. Looking at Ye Feng's unusually tall figure and the low-level sword he was carrying, Lin Mu's body could not help but tremble.
After a few seconds, his face turned pale.
Lin Mu turned around and wanted to leave the shop, but just as he was about to walk out the door, Ye Feng suddenly spoke.
Ye Feng casually pushed the one hundred and twenty taels of silver out and said, "I'm buying wood in water."
"Coax", Ye Feng's move once again shocked everyone present. Mu Zhongshui is also a rare genius, but its ability to concentrate and calm the energy has no effect on sword cultivators. Basically, all
Sword cultivators would not buy Mu Zhong Shui which is useless to their own cultivation, let alone spend a fortune of one hundred and twenty taels of silver.
Hearing that Ye Feng planned to buy Mu Zhongshui, the shopkeeper remembered that Ye Feng came to sell Mu Zhongshui a few days ago. Thinking that Ye Feng must have no money to buy a murderous sword, so he temporarily sold Mu Zhongshui, the shopkeeper's face showed a trace of businessman's uniqueness
cunning attitude.
He entered the counter, came to Ye Feng, looked at Ye Feng's particularly calm eyes, and said with a smile: "Brother Ye, our store bought a drop of Mu Zhongshui a few days ago, but unfortunately, this Mu Zhongshui was bought by someone else.
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Ye Feng's brows furrowed. He stared at the shopkeeper for a long time. Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, he reached out and grabbed the silver coins on the table and prepared to leave.
"Wait a minute." Just when Ye Feng was about to grab the silver, the shopkeeper suddenly stopped him.
Seeing Ye Feng's expression getting colder, the shopkeeper quickly smiled and explained: "Brother Ye, although our store does not have Mu Zhong Shui, we do have a Jingxin Pill that is more effective than Mu Zhong Shui."
"Hiss" the shopkeeper's words fell, and many of the clerks and disciples present took a breath of air. It is true that Mu Zhongshui is a rare treasure, but compared with the Jingxin Pill, it is not worth mentioning. The biggest effect of Mu Zhongshui is to make ordinary people feel better.
The mind is peaceful and there are no nightmares. In addition to having all the effects of water in the wood, the Meditation Pill can also allow sword cultivators to maintain peace of mind during practice. It is a rare treasure in the eyes of low-level disciples of the Lishui Sword Sect.
Normally, even the shop assistants didn't know that the shopkeeper still had the Jingxin Pill in his hand. Now, when he heard that the shopkeeper actually revealed his treasure, everyone present was shocked.
"How much does the Meditation Pill cost?" Ye Feng asked.
The shopkeeper chuckled and did not tell the price. After glancing at the people watching, he suddenly stretched out his arm in a gesture of invitation and said: "Brother Ye, please let me speak in the inner hall. Don't worry, with your brother Ye's
Face, how could I not give you the best price?"
The almost flattering expression of the shopkeeper fell in the eyes of everyone present, making everyone angry. In the entire store, except for the clerk who had contact with the shopkeeper all day long, everyone else was also a regular customer. But even so, this was the first time for the clerk and regular customers.
I saw the shopkeeper, who has always been cold and arrogant, showing such a humble appearance in front of others.