Killing God Chapter 360: How much is the fairy tale

Lan Xing has never experienced this kind of treatment many times. With her identity, her posture, and her appearance, no matter where she goes, she always looks back or looks up, while Xiao Chen has no one. A little bit of surprise, there was nothing wrong, and there was no turning back.

In the following time, Xiaochen scurried through the city of God. It was not until the time of curfew that he wandered around the central residential area. Time is running out.

Although he is not a rule-abiding person, he is not stupid either. He will not blindly provoke the rules without knowing the reason for the curfew and the punishment for violating the order.

Back to Misty Rain Jiangnan, Xiaochen made it to the backyard. There are several tables with charm, some with Go and some with tea trays. When he came here, he had already sat down. Many people, Xiao Chen casually found a place to sit down.

He didn't speak at first, just listened to other people's conversations quietly. After a while, Xiaochen was about to touch it. He wrote down the temperament and way of speaking of these people, so he also joined the conversation. He wanted to inquire more about the city of God.

It's not that Zhang Quandao didn't say enough, or that he was ignorant. Xiaochen wanted to see the true face of the city through ordinary people, not a tour guide who only saw Xingshi.

"Friend Daoist, the most splendid square of the Shenzong you said is called Tianqingtai?" When one person's voice just fell, Xiao Chen picked up the conversation.

"Hey, this little friend is a new face, you heard it right, then above the main hall is the Tianqing Terrace. You have to climb 100,000 steps to get there. It's a huge and boundless area." A middle-aged man, with a goatee, he looks a bit like a Taoist priest.

"Oh, so, senior, do you know what the Tianqingtai is used for?" Xiao Chen pretended to be very interested and asked.

"The Tianqingtai, of course, is used for sacrifices. On the day of worshiping the ancestors, all the disciples of Lanxinggu will gather at the Tianqingtai, and the scene is very spectacular." The middle-aged man said solemnly.

After hearing this, Xiao Chen chose to leave silently. The more he said it, the more outrageous it was. It was too bad. It was okay to say that Tianqingtai went up the stairs. In the eyes of ordinary people, it seems very mysterious and unattainable.

When Xiao Chen was about to walk into the room, he heard the voice of a middle-aged man, "The No. 1 Divine Sect in the Star Valley, and the No. 1 Square in the World..."

At this time, Xiao Chen has closed the door, silently meditating, waiting for the news of Zhang Quandao the next day.

"Xiao Zhang, why hasn't the friend you mentioned arrived yet, didn't you just say he's already set off?" This is a shop that buys and sells monks' equipment. The owner is a middle-aged woman who dresses up. Sitting in the lobby, talking to Zhang Quandao.

"I don't know either. That's what he replied to me when I went to remind me just now. I think he should have arrived." Zhang Quandao stood at the door of the store, looking more anxious than the boss.

"Otherwise, go and urge again, I can't spend a day here, if it wasn't for your recommendation, I really don't want to serve." The woman put down the tea bowl in her hand, looking a little impatient.

"Alright." Zhang Quandao responded and stepped out of the door.

"Phew, I finally found it." Before Zhang Quandao went out, Xiao Chen greeted him first.

Seeing Xiaochen's appearance and hearing his words again, Zhang Quandao's face was a little strange. Hearing Xiaochen's meaning that he didn't find his way, this is not like what a monk said, a monk who lost his way in the city is also considered rare. .

"This is the boss, it's the first time we met, and the cooperation was pleasant." Xiao Chen saw that there was only one woman sitting in a chair besides Zhang Quandao, so she was sure that this was the buyer Zhang Quandao was looking for for him.

The time goes back to today. As soon as the sun rose, Zhang Quandao came to the south of the Misty Rain, as if he had a premeditated plan. When he came, Xiao Chen just walked out of the house and strolled in the yard. Not small, all kinds of scenery are good, Xiaochen is also in a good mood.

When Zhang Quandao arrived, he told Xiaochen that he had basically found a buyer. No matter what it was, it should be able to be sold at an absolutely fair price. Then he asked Xiaochen what materials he wanted to sell.

Xiaochen naturally told Zhang Quandao what he was going to sell. He extorted a lot of things from Shenzong and Xiezong. He planned to sell some common ones first. Of course, the so-called common ones, Relatively speaking, the things that Shenzong and Xiezong cultivators carry on their bodies will not be too bad.

After that, Xiaochen asked Zhang Quandao to go first, and he would arrive at the moment, so Zhang Quandao chose the buyer according to Xiaochen's request, that is, the female Boss Cui, and attached Xiaochen's words.

Boss Cui's shop is not too far from the south of the Misty Rain. It takes a quarter of an hour to fly, but they wait in the shop for two hours. When they are running out of patience, Xiao Chen finally appeared.

Actually, Xiaochen didn't lie either. He told Zhang Quandao that he would arrive later, and it was true, but he walked all the way with only one pair of legs. I will come again to have a look and taste it, and the time it took is really not too long.

"It's an honor to wait until fellow Daoist, we can talk about business now." Boss Cui was obviously a little unhappy, and he could already express it in his tone.

However, Xiaochen didn't care too much. In fact, Xiaochen generally wouldn't hate people who showed their emotions at the time, but those who didn't show their emotions and anger were extremely difficult to deal with.

"Sorry, sorry, this is the first time I came to the city of God, and I got a little lost, making the boss wait for a long time." Xiao Chen smiled and bowed slightly to express his apology.

When Boss Cui saw Xiaochen's actions, his resignation slightly softened, and he didn't want to show Xiaochen's face any more, so he invited Xiaochen into the inner hall, but let Zhang Quandao stay in the lobby.

For those who do business, big business is done in the inner hall to avoid people's eyes and eyes.

After Xiaochen sat down with Boss Cui in the inner hall, Boss Cui made a pot of tea himself, and then Xiaochen sat on a Taishi chair with soft cushions, while Boss Cui sat in the main seat.

"I heard that fellow Daoists have a lot of spiritual tools for sale, and now you can take them out with confidence." Boss Cui cut to the chase, without any polite greetings, and went straight to the topic.

"Don't worry, I'd like to hear what price Boss Cui can offer first." Xiao Chen raised the teacup, didn't drink water, just played with it.

"I haven't seen anything, how can I easily set a price for you, fellow Daoist is joking." Boss Cui shook his head, not angry.

Xiaochen put down the teacup, "It's alright for Boss Cui to give me a price range for all kinds of spiritual weapons."

"That's easy to say." Boss Cui didn't have a trace of displeasure on his face, and told Xiao Chen the price range of the spirit weapon from low-grade to top-grade.

"The worst low-grade spiritual artifact requires a thousand star stones?" Xiao Chen said in surprise after hearing this.

"Although it is not difficult to make a low-grade spirit tool, there are only so many craftsmen in total. I don't know how long it will take to create a new one, but it is only a low-grade spirit tool after all, and it can also be said to be a failed spirit tool. Qianxingshi is not cheap." Boss Cui thought that Xiaochen thought the price was low, and explained to him.

"Five thousand for a mid-grade spiritual weapon?" Xiao Chen didn't seem to have recovered from the price.

"It's natural. Although the middle-grade spirit tool is only one level higher than the low-grade spirit tool, its power and effect are doubled. Five thousand is a fair price." Boss Cui explained again.

"The most expensive high-grade spirit tool is 20,000? The top-grade spirit tool starts at 100,000, and the upper limit is uncertain?" Xiao Chen seemed to have not heard Boss Cui's words, and continued to speak.

Seeing Xiaochen's performance, Boss Cui was very sure that this was the first time this person had done this kind of transaction, or the first time she knew the market price of a spirit tool, so she could only explain it to Xiaochen patiently.

With a long sigh of relief, Xiao Chen raised the cup and took a sip.

It turns out that I am so rich, ******, and I think this Wanxing Stone is just like a treasure.

Thinking of the spiritual tools in the storage bag that were picked up in the passage of the land of origin of Taoism, as well as a lot of extortion from Shenzong and Xiezong, so Xiaochen is indeed a rich man.

Hey, after so many years, it's time to become a local tyrant. Xiaochen laughed at himself in his heart, recalling the events of the past, his heart basically no longer ripples, all the past has really become the past.

"Boss Cui, I have a question to ask." Xiao Chen looked at Boss Cui. After learning about the price of the spiritual tool, an idea suddenly popped into his mind.

"But it doesn't matter." Boss Cui looked at Xiao Chen and raised the teacup.

"How much is the fairy weapon worth?" Xiao Chen almost didn't let Boss Cui squirt out the tea he just drank in his mouth.

This is not a person who has never traded immortal artifact, this is simply that he has never entered the city, he is simply not a person from this world, it is simply... simply unreasonable.

As the highest level of equipment in the world, each piece of fairy equipment is unique and has its own efficacy and power. Not to mention buying and selling, many people may not even be able to see it once in a lifetime. All monks know, at least common sense, but this guy actually asked such a question.

After finally getting over, Boss Cui looked at Xiaochen and said angrily, "Do you have a fairy to sell?"

"Where there is a price, there is a market." Xiao Chen leaned towards Boss Cui and whispered.

"What!?" Boss Cui slapped the table and stood up.

This looks like a stunned boy, he doesn't look like a shrewd person. It is probably a wild monk who came down from the mountain. He doesn't even know the price of the spiritual tool. If the other party really has a fairy tool to sell, it is not her. It was up to her to decide, but she didn't have any hope. (To be continued.)