Super Dragon Slaughtering System Chapter 1127: The battle of magical weapons

The first thousand one hundred and twenty-seventh chapters of the magic weapon dispute

The stall owner looks like a middle-aged person, and his cultivation is as different as everyone else. He also looked like he first entered the late stage of the Doudan realm. He raised his eyes and glanced at Ling Dong, nodded, and said, "Thirty deserts. Currency, no bargaining!"

Ling Dong was very excited, and really wanted to buy it on the spot, but such a cheap price made him feel suspicious. At this time, Di Yan asked, "This artifact is the best among low-grade artifacts. Now, there are more than two thousand nine hundred laws forged on it. This craftsmanship is at least from a master craftsman. If I read it correctly, the power of the laws above is still the law of wood, which is moderate. The rule, such a magic weapon, it’s not an exaggeration to sell two hundred Great Desert Coins, thirty? I’m afraid there are flaws that we don’t know about?"

Ling Dong's restless heart immediately calmed down upon hearing this. If he bought a defective inferior artifact, wouldn't it be a big loss?

Thinking of this, he looked at the stall owner's eyes with a hint of coldness.

"Things are placed here, clearly marked, if you want love."

The stall owner didn't choose to explain anything, he said lightly.

This made everyone a little unpredictable. Gradually, the nearby monks approached and pointed at the dagger. The price of this dagger is indeed mouth-watering. I really want to buy it. But such a low price indirectly proves that this dagger is not as simple as they seem on the surface, but if you don't buy it, you can't refine it, and if you can't refine it, there is no way to find out the details of this dagger.

So, like Ling Dong, everyone hesitated, but was reluctant to leave.

As soon as there were more people, the other things on the stall were selling well, except for the dagger. I saw people asking, but no one shot them.

"Forget it, let's pool five Damo coins and take it down. If there is any problem, we will recognize it, the big deal, and then resell it, what do you think?"

Di Yan said in a voice transmission.

He also included Ning Qi.

Ling Dong, Ye Zicheng and the others were slightly startled. They just thought about the time and made a decision. They nodded one after another. How can everyone not have a dozen Great Desert coins to defend themselves in private? One person took out five, but it was nothing.

"My Damocoin has been used up, so I won't participate in it."

Ning Qi said with a faint smile.

Di Yan was stunned, then gritted his teeth and said: "In this way, fellow Daoist Beixuan, I will help you with your share of desert coins first. What do you think?"

"This is fine too."

Ning Qi nodded.

He sees it clearly, this inferior artifact itself has no problem, it is sold so cheaply, I am afraid that the problem is due to its background!

"We want it, thirty desert coins!"

Di Yan stepped forward.

"Wait! I have thirty-two!"

Suddenly there was a monk offering a price next to him.

"This is not an auction, first come first served!"

Di Yan glanced at the monk in dissatisfaction.

"It depends on the boss."

The monk looked at the middle-aged stallholder with some expectation.

"The higher the price is."

The middle-aged stall owner gave a faint smile, and a sly color flashed in his eyes. Ning Qi could not help but raise the corner of his mouth slightly when he saw it. The price set for 30 Damo coins is actually just a reserve price.

"Shameless!"

A trace of anger flashed in Di Yan's eyes.

The middle-aged stallholder smiled, and didn't mind Di Yan's opinion of him, and looked at everyone with encouragement.

"I will give out thirty-five desert coins!"

Finally, the third monk made an offer.

There were still some hesitant monks in their hearts. At this moment, they were all occupied by greedy hearts, asking prices one by one, but they still have the final reason, that is, they still remember that this dagger may be a flawed low-grade method. The price did not exceed forty-five in the end.

"How about? Let's forget it?"

Di Yan asked everyone's opinions with an ugly expression.

"I have no opinion."

Ning Qi took the lead in expressing his stance. In his eyes, this dagger can sell for money at most, and has no other value. His Dragon Slaying Knife is more powerful than this dagger.

"Fight! We offer forty-eight desert coins. If it exceeds this price, we don't want it!"

Ling Dong gritted his teeth and said.

"I agree!"

"I... also agree..."

Ye Zicheng has some concerns.

But everyone else quickly made a decision, even his sister, so he naturally hesitated no longer and could only nod his head.

Each person gave out eight desert coins. If this dagger cannot be used, I am afraid that it will lose a lot.

"Good!"

Di Yan nodded, and said to the middle-aged stallholder: "I will give out forty-eight desert coins."

"Forty-eight pieces, is there a price higher than this?"

The middle-aged stallholder smiled and nodded, and glanced at everyone.

The monk who had previously offered forty-five desert coins was the first guy who wanted to rob Hu. He gave Di Yan a vicious look at the others, his lips moved, and he still had no choice to speak.

"This dagger is yours..."

The middle-aged stallholder picked up the dagger and looked at Emperor Yan with a smile, waiting for his Great Desert Coin.

Di Yan breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know whether it was happy or disappointed. In short, his mood was a bit complicated. When he collected the Great Desert Coins from Ling Dong's hands, a cold voice suddenly came in.

"I issued fifty desert coins, such a good low-grade artifact, only sold so cheaply. It is really worth it, Emperor Yan, you five poor ghosts, dare to covet such a treasure? Forty-eight desert coins, This price is also offered? It really laughs at me."

Everyone parted a road. A young man walked in slowly with two dog-legged men. After he offered the price, he looked at the five Emperor Yan mockingly.

When the five Di Yan saw this young man, their faces suddenly became a little ugly.

"Master Shaogu, what do you mean!"

Di Yan said with a cold face.

"He is Feng Si, the son of the Lord of the Valley of Cold Wind Valley, a monk in the late stage of the Pill-Fighting Realm. He has condensed more than 2,600 laws of storms, and his cultivation is higher than that of Brother Di Yan. A little thing, hate us, you wait and don't say anything. If you let him know that you know us, he will hate you together. With Feng Si's temperament, he will definitely take you out of anger!"

Gu Zhen, who has not spoken much, saw that Ning Qi was a little curious, so she reminded her by voice transmission.

Ning Qi was startled slightly, and then smiled and nodded at her. Gu Zhen had already turned her eyes and looked at Feng Si firmly. The other party might have been waiting outside for a long time. This was deliberately to humiliate them.

"What do I mean by this? Don't you understand? I mean to let you five poor ghosts roll as far and far away. I want this dagger."

Feng Si smirked. These words immediately drew dissatisfaction in the eyes of many monks.