Chapter 138 Six-edged Disk and Needle

The third volume of the seven-star mysterious demon suddenly rises

Jiyang knocked on the table without a trace, and there was no change in the expression on his face covered by the bucket hat, but the indifference in his tone made the Wenshi Peng's heart beat a little.

Jiyang's meaning has been expressed as clearly. As long as the price given by his surname is Peng is unfair, he will immediately go to the other two stores to sell this thousand-year-old blood jade ginseng at a very reasonable price. The thousand-year-old blood jade ginseng is absolutely a rare treasure among the three factions. He only If you want to take down this blood jade ginseng and give it to the suzerain, his position in the sect will definitely improve in the future. But if the price you give is unreasonable, then everything is free of negotiation. Wenshi Peng is naturally very clear about the value of the thousand-year elixir, but from the most basic consideration of the merchant, he naturally considered that he would also earn a large difference in it.

"Have you thought about it? What is the price of this blood jade ginseng? The Taoist friend said that if he thought it was reasonable, the Taoist friend would take this treasure. Looking at Peng Wenshi holding the blood jade ginseng in his hand and his face full of uncertainty, his eyes turned around, Jiyang sneered in his heart, and then said slowly, but there was a trace of impatience in his words.

How could the impatient meaning of Jiyang be heard as the steward of the Giant Sword Pavilion? After thinking about the extraordinary temperament and difficult cultivation shown by the people in front of him, he finally smiled bitterly and completely gave up the unrealistic plan.

"Ha ha, Peng was inevitably a little excited when he saw such a treasure, which made Taoist friends laugh." He took a breath, and his face was full of professional smiles again: "Peng thought for a moment. I bought this baby at the Giant Sword Pavilion for 2,000 spiritual stones. I don't know how it is?"

"Two thousand spiritual stones?" Jiyang paused slightly when he heard the words, and his slightly rough fingers gently tapped the stone table, making a "pop" sound, as if it was still under consideration, but the sound revealed a trace of hesitation.

The "pop" knock sound is like a heavy hammer. The Wenshi surnamed Peng is slightly upset. Now he is afraid that this person will not be satisfied with the price and finally leave with blood and jade ginseng. At that time, it will be too late for him to cry.

Just when the scribe surnamed Peng almost couldn't help raising the price, Jiyang finally stopped tapping on his finger.

"Although two thousand spiritual stones are slightly less than the estimate, I don't want to go to the other two families. Let's do what the Taoist friend said." After ponding for a moment, Jiyang finally said a sentence that made Wen Shi Peng very happy.

"Ha ha, Taoist friends understand. Our Shangge also wants to make money by itself. Two thousand spiritual stones are already absolutely high prices." The scribe surnamed Peng smiled and wiped the thin sweat from his forehead without a trace at the same time as he closed the box containing blood jade ginseng.

"Taoist friends, wait a moment, I'm going to get a spiritual stone for Taoist friends." With that, he was about to turn around and leave.

"Peng Daoyou is so anxious that he still needs to buy one or two pieces of magic weapons or boutiques in the runes. Taoist friends can take them together. At that time, the spiritual stones that cost will be deducted from the 2,000 yuan."

The pace of the middle-aged scribe's progress suddenly took a pause, and then nodded with a smile: "What my Taoist friend said is that you see, I was so excited that I even forgot the business. Taoist friend, wait a moment, and come back when you go down.

With that, he disappeared at the entrance in Jiyang's gaze.

Looking at the place where the scribe Peng disappeared, Jiyang suddenly shook his head and smiled a few times. Although he knew that this thousand-year-old elixir was valuable, he never thought that there would be a high price of 2,000 spiritual stones. Jiyang's heart twitched fiercely when the price was revealed by Manager Peng.

After quietly waiting for half a cup of tea, the figure of Wenshi Peng appeared on the attic again. This time, he came to the stone table with a spring breeze and did not talk nonsense, but left two jade plates on the table.

"Hey, Taoist friends need high-quality products, but I will bring you the things of the pavilion of our Giant Sword Pavilion." The scribe Peng laughed and seemed to be very happy.

"The thing of the town pavilion? I really want to see it when I get there. Jiyang's eyes also flashed a strange color when he heard the words. Looking in the direction of Peng's finger, Jiyang's eyes were instantly condensed.

At this time, one of the two jade plates was a palm-sized gray metal disk, and six cold blades were stabbed around the disk, but when I looked at Jiyang, I felt a fierce murderous atmosphere.

"Good treasure!" It's just that when I look at Jiyang, I'm overjoyed, and I can't help admiring.

"Ha ha." Hearing the mysterious man praise so much, Peng also smiled proudly, and then he explained, "This six-edged disk is a good top-level magic weapon. In addition to the silver essence that consumes a lot and Tian Gang iron is used for forging, this six-edged disk is still a rare set of magic weapons. As long as the body is controlled, the six handles made of deep-sea cold iron can be used without consuming any divine consciousness and can be fingered by the arm. With that, the scribes surnamed Peng gently coiled up. In an instant, the six cold shining blades broke out of the air with a "sw" and drew several extremely cold white arcs in mid-air and once again roared and inserted into the gray-black body, making a sonorous sound!

"It's really a good treasure!" Jiyang's eyes flashed. This magic weapon must be obtained. With this complete set of magic weapons, the chances of winning against the enemy will definitely increase greatly in a few days. This is the only weapon to save his life! Coupled with the six-handled blade that can be separated from the body, this is definitely a good thing for yin.

After thinking for a moment, Jiyang looked at the six-edged disk lying quietly in the jade plate and flashed for a moment and said in a low voice, "How many spiritual stones does this magic weapon need? I bought it."

Jiyang's words are domineering and without any worries. After all, there are two thousand spiritual stones on each other.

"Ha ha, the price of this six-blade plate marked by our Giant Sword Pavilion is 800 spiritual stones. Since Taoist friends want it, they will sell 700 spiritual stones to Taoist friends." Wen Shi Peng laughed when he heard the words, and then said with a little flattering meaning.

"Thank you very much." Hearing this, Jiyang also rudely reached out and waved his hand directly into the storage bag, and then shifted his eyes to think about the next thing.

"Is this, Fu?!" Looking at the things on the plate, his surprised face suddenly became strange, and even the sound was a little surprised.

At this time, lying quietly in the jade plate is a square paper with a dark color. The black paper is extremely rough. It looks like straw paper used to wipe the buttocks in secular places. It is full of wool, which makes people easily ignore the past at a glance. However, Jiyang only showed a cautious look on the face of the black paper, because this dark green needle as thick as hair was depicted on the black paper. If you don't observe it carefully, you can't see it at all, but Jiyang's eyes fell on this fine needle for no reason to produce hairbones. The creepy feeling made him move his eyes away. Fortunately, as soon as he looked away, the feeling of being stared at by death disappeared.

This charm is weird! All of a sudden, Jiyang became afraid of this charm.

"Ha ha, Taoist friends really have good eyesight. This is indeed a charm." Seeing that Jiyang saw through the mystery of this rune at a glance, Peng's face also showed a trace of surprise.

"As far as I know, it seems that the Giant Sword Sect is only good at refining magic weapons. When did he learn to make runes? You should know that this art of making charms should be the secret of Bifumen!" Jiyang looked at the Fu in the disk and pretended to be surprised.

"Ha ha, Bifumen is proficient in the art of making charms, but this stitch charm can't be made even if it is studied for another 10,000 years." Hearing this, the scribe surnamed Peng laughed and had an indescribable arrogance.

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