Chapter 157 The stolen goods

The old man's words made Gan Ping and everyone's breath suffocated, and his stuffy emotions could not be vented, but it was no wonder that the old man in front of him was just a mortal. Of course, he did not understand the mystery of Ming Suiwan, and it was right to answer like this for fear of being deceived. But the monk who spoke earlier couldn't help saying, "You old man, you really have no eyes. Don't you know that these twenty Mingsui pills are much more valuable than the seven-grade flying sword you want? Although your witch drum is rare, it is not a valuable thing. Now you don't let go after getting a big bargain. Are you crazy? The people who provoked them also nodded one after another, with concern in their hearts.

But the old man just refused to let go and said a lot of words. Maybe he was old and his mind was a little unclear, but Gan Ping also understood the reason from that phrase. It turned out that although the old man could not practice, his son and daughter-in-law were disciples of a small sect nearby. Although their cultivation was not very high, they loved each other and lived a good life. But I didn't expect that one day when I went out, the husband and wife disappeared together and couldn't turn around for several years. They probably had some accidents. It's not new that these little people in the Xiuzhen world fell every day.

The couple left a son, because they were not an accident when carrying out the task of the sect, so there was no compensation. The old man pulled the grandson up with painstaking efforts, and the child was also competitive. He was selected by the sect again and stepped into the fairy road. The whole family is happy, and the people who live in the treasure castle are the same. Every day, they think about becoming immortals and immortality. There is a true person in the family, and they are naturally overjoyed.

It's a pity that although it was selected into the sect, this small sect is not as rich in resources as the Miaocheng sect. Even a magic sword was not distributed, but only several spiritual stones were given to let it practice by itself. This is going to be a big fight at the end of the year. The old man thought that his grandson had not had a flying sword in his hand, so he brought the things left by his son and daughter-in-law to see if he could change a flying sword.

The old man has never practiced the truth, and he can't tell whether the item is good or bad. However, he is temperamental and stubborn. Previously, his son had a seven-grade lower-level flying sword in his hand. He had seen it and did not know other grades, so he insisted on the seven-grade flying sword. Poor him, but he didn't know that most of the true man's most valuable things were in his own storage bag. His son and daughter-in-law's cultivation was originally not high. How could there be anything good to put at home?

But the old man's words made all the practitioners present suffocate again. Except for Gan Ping, most of the others have been practicing low-level scattered cultivation for more than a hundred years. The word family affection has long been forgotten. Now when they see this old man's behavior, they sigh in their hearts. At this moment, there was a shout from the crowd, "What are you doing? What are you doing? What about you? Let's get out of the way!"

Only then did Gan Ping find that a lot of people had gathered around him in a short time. He separated the crowd from the outside and walked into several people. The leader was burly and had a fierce face, dressed in a strange red robe, and his shoulders were shining silver. The comer is the guards of Juzhenbao. These guards usually have the responsibility to maintain order. Seeing that there are a gathering of people here, they can't help but come to check.

Looking at Gan Ping, the cultivation of these people is not too high, and the leading person is also the cultivation of the middle level of the chemical solution. But Gan Ping remembered that there were no more than a hundred guards in the red robe. If they formed a large array, even the monks in the golden elixir realm did not dare to act recklessly. What are you doing here? Don't you want to buy and sell by force?" The leading man saw a flash of light in Gan Ping's clothes, but he did not show any abnormality and looked like he was doing business.

Gan Ping quickly told the story. The big man frowned slightly and said to the old man, "Lao Wang, you don't understand the things of this immortal. The price of this young man is indeed much higher than yours. You have taken advantage. Why don't you take it quickly?" This man also understood. After listening to Gan Ping's words, he knew that it was not the boy in front of him who bullied the market, and his expression eased a lot. He seemed to be quite familiar with the old man and persuaded him.

Unexpectedly, the old man was extremely stubborn and insisted on flying a sword, but the elixir resolutely refused. This made it difficult for the big man. Gan Ping originally had several flying swords in his hand, but a few days ago, when he was arranging the mountain protection array, he put all the sick flying swords into the sword array to increase his power, but he didn't expect to encounter such a big problem.

In fact, he still has a flying sword in his hand, but as a last resort, he doesn't want to exchange the flying sword at all. It's just that this witch drum is quite important to me. After thinking for a moment, Gan Ping raised the jade bottle in his hand and said loudly to the monks on the side, "Guys, I have 20 Mingsui pills here. I ask for a seven-grade flying sword. I don't know who is willing to exchange it?" Seeing that more and more people gathered, Gan Ping was afraid of something bad, so he came up with this method.

The crowd below talked about it one after another. This Mingsui pill is a good thing. If it is really exchanged at an equal price, eighteen pieces can be exchanged for a flying sword, and the other two grains are profitable. The guard leader beside him also showed envy. In fact, he had a right flying sword in his hand, but with the rules of Juzhenbao, the guards were not allowed to participate in the transaction, otherwise the removal would never be hired, so he had to hold back. Compared with this small profit, the monthly salary is important.

What Gan Ping didn't expect was that he shouted several times in a row, but there was no answer. He couldn't help but be anxious. In fact, the onlookers are also quite pitiful. There are many large and small shops in this treasure castle, no matter what kind of rare treasure there are. But these people can only find luck at this roadside stall. What other reason is there besides being shy in their pockets? Some monks are not as valuable as a seven-grade flying sword. If they had an extra flying sword in their hands, they would have taken them out in exchange for spiritual stone elixir to enhance their cultivation. After all, compared with these things outside the body, the improvement of cultivation is the most important. There is no sect, and there is a shyness in the bag. This is the sadness of Sanxiu.

Seeing that more and more people gather, the guards beside them look more and more ugly. If it goes on like this, there will be congestion, and there will be no good fruit to investigate them. Gan Ping couldn't cross his heart, so he wanted to exchange the flying sword in the ring that he didn't want to take out. Suddenly, a voice came to his ear, "Slow me, I have a flying sword here, which is just right." I saw a handsome man coming in from the crowd. It seemed that he had been watching for a long time. He was holding a small yellow flying sword in his hand and playing endlessly.

Gan Ping couldn't help but be overjoyed. He hurried forward and took out the jade bottle. "Thank you for your righteous help. In this case, let's..." He reached out to pick up the flying sword in the man's hand, but he didn't expect that the man did shrink his hand and Gan Ping threw away. Come on, come on, I don't want to change the elixir with my flying sword. Gan Pingyiqi couldn't help asking, "Do you dare to ask what you want to change?" If possible, I will definitely exchange it with my brother.

The man dressed up pointed to the witch drum in Gan Ping's other hand and said, "I'll change this..." "Hum?" Gan Ping looked up, and the person opposite him looked at him with a smile. Obviously, the man also sensed the extraordinaryness of the witch drum. "That's not necessary. Since you have no sincerity, I'll find another way." Seeing that Gan Ping was here to disturb the situation, he couldn't help but look a little cold. Although it was all picking up leaks, the entrance examination was eye-sighted. But this comes first and comes first. It always needs to be clear that the person in front of him is obviously going to insert a bar. Gan Ping quickly walked to the stall, and a small flying sword several inches long and green appeared in the palm of his hand, which was a good flying sword of the seventh grade.

This flying sword is not left by Xuan Mingzi, nor is it a reward from the elders in the sect. It was killed outside Xiaoyue City that day. Gan Ping has always been unwilling to take it out, because it is a stolen property. He did not inherit this light stone gate. Maybe this light master sect was near here at that time. I have to have another trouble, but I can't take care of a lot in front of me. This witch drum is determined to win.

Gan Ping only hated why he didn't take out the flying sword and exchange it earlier. It's better than taking out the stolen goods in full view of the public. He only prayed that there was no one familiar with the flying sword here. It's a pity that it didn't work. At the moment when Gan Ping took out his flying sword, on the stall next to him, a trace of light flashed when the eyes of the stall owner's tattered like a madman's eyes. It's not in vain that I've been here for more than a year. The thief, finally let me wait for you!