Shinto Emperor

Chapter 907 Wan Qingxue
At this moment, Ning Xu was dressed in a green robe, with a restrained aura, exuding an unfathomable aura from all over his body.

Faced with Qin Chen's lazy attitude, Ning Xu felt a little dissatisfied.

This guy, who has never seen it before, is so proud.

Who is he?
The owner of the Wanqian Pavilion in Tianjiang City.

Even Yang Haotian, the lord of the Hidden Sun Sect, and He Wei, the head of the Sixiang Sect, and other overlords in the north of the Yangtze River should be polite when they see him.

Qin Chen didn't take him seriously at all.

Just considering the two people around him, Ning Xu suppressed his dissatisfaction.

Look at the demon spirit celestial ginseng.

Ning Xu began to look at it, and after a long while, he said: "Yaoling Tianshen, worth 100 million middle-grade spirit stones."

"Mr. Qin Chen, 100 million, my Wanqian Pavilion bought it."

Hearing this, Li Xianyu's heart was pounding.

100 million!
It's still a mid-grade spirit stone.

In his life, he had never seen so many spirit stones.

Just hearing this, Qin Chen suddenly stood up.

"Xianyu, pick up the demon spirit ginseng, let's go."

"Okay..." Li Xianyu said cheerfully.

100 million, just like this, spent 99, earned [-] spirit stones!

Ok?
wrong?

What did Master just say?
go?
At this moment, Ning Xu frowned.

"Mr. Qin Chen, the demon spirit ginseng is indeed rare, but the price we bought at Wanqian Pavilion is considered high. Generally speaking, the demon spirit ginseng can be sold at most 90 middle-grade spirit stones in other places."

He knew that Qin Chen hated the low price.

"90?"

Qin Chen sneered and said, "Wanqian Pavilion, that's all."

Ning Xu's heart sank at this moment.

Say he can, but say Wanqian Pavilion, no!

"Young Master Qin, please explain clearly."

Qin Chen said with a smile at the moment: "This demon spirit ginseng has at least 200 million middle-grade spirit stones. If I lack one, I can't even sell it!"

200?
Ning Xu frowned almost into a knot.

Doubled!
If this is the case, if Pavilion Wanqian buys it, it will hardly make any money.

At this moment, the young woman also looked at Qin Chen curiously.

Ordinary demon spirit ginseng is indeed only worth 100 million yuan.

On the contrary, Fu Lao who was behind the woman stepped out at this moment, looked at Tianshen, and said with a smile: "Little friend, if the old man is not mistaken, this Tianshen is at least ten thousand years old, right?"

Ten thousand years?
Ning Xu looked again, but exclaimed that he was careless.

The shape of the roots of the demon spirit ginseng determines its year.

Generally, the roots of the century-old ginseng are straight.

In less than 1000 years, the roots will be knotted. If you look carefully at the roots of this ginseng plant, there are more than a dozen knots, which is at least 1 years old.

"Even so... the maximum is 120 million, no more..." Ning Xu said with some confidence.

Qin Chen smiled at this moment.

"It seems that there are still people who know the goods in Wanqian Pavilion."

Qin Chen picked up the demon spirit ginseng and said with a smile, "The age of this demon spirit ginseng is not the most precious."

After the words fell, Qin Chen pointed his finger.

On the surface of the demon spirit celestial ginseng, a wound appeared, and a drop of golden-red blood dripped out.

"King Ginseng!"

At this moment, Fu Lao's eyes were fixed, and he said in disbelief.

Ginseng King?

At this moment Ning Xu was also dumbfounded.

"Old Fu, what is King Shen?" The young woman asked in confusion.

"The demon spirit ginseng grows in a place full of masculinity, and has a strong bloody aura, and grows faster. Generally speaking, it grows one by one, and rarely appears in groups."

"But once they get together, there will be a strange phenomenon."

"The weakest celestial ginseng will gradually rely on the celestial ginseng with stronger spiritual energy, and then gradually devour the stronger celestial ginseng. In the end, it will completely swallow a batch of celestial ginseng, and become the only celestial ginseng that survives."

"This kind of celestial ginseng is called the king of ginseng. The inside of the king of ginseng, like a human body, condenses ginseng blood. Once the ginseng blood appears, one drop is worth tens of thousands of middle-grade spirit stones."

As soon as these words came out, the young woman was extremely surprised.

Fu Lao looked at Qin Chen.

This young man is not simple.

The criterion for judging whether it is a ginseng king is whether ginseng blood is condensed.

However, it is impossible for ordinary alchemists to see it. They can only see it if they cut through the celestial ginseng.

But obviously, Qin Chen knew before that this was a ginseng king.

Li Xianyu's eyes widened at the moment.

What a waste, Master!
With this stroke, [-] spirit stones were gone.

Qin Chen said with a smile at the moment: "This ginseng king is worth at least 200 million middle-grade spirit stones, am I right?"

Ning Xu looked embarrassed at the moment.

Missed!
But Shen Wang, it is impossible to see it without scratching the surface.

Qin Chen was so sure!

"Young Master Qin!"

At this moment, the young woman spoke.

"Under Wan Qingxue, on behalf of Pavilion Master Ning Xu, I apologize to Mr. Qin."

Wan Qingxue said calmly at this moment: "Master Ning Xu, are you still apologizing?"

"I'm being rude!" Ning Xu cupped his hands at the moment.

"This ginseng king, we bought 220 million spirit stones from Wanqian Pavilion, and the 20 yuan can be regarded as making up for Mr. Qin."

Once exported, 20 middle-grade spirit stones will be sent out.

20, but enough to buy an imported magic weapon!

atmosphere!

Qin Chen looked at Wan Qingxue, and said with a smile, "You know how to do business, and it's a bit like a day."

Just in case!
The ancestor of Wanqian Pavilion.

9 years ago, a king who looked down on the world existed.

Back then, it was also this person who led the Wanqian Pavilion to the No. [-] Pavilion in the Wanqian Continent, and was called a king!
One word is king, which shows how powerful this person is.

Not only the strength of the strength, but also the strength of the wrist.

When Qin Chen mentioned it at this moment, it was calm.

Ning Xu has a big head at the moment.

One Wang Patriarch, but the most outstanding pavilion owner of Wanqian Pavilion, after 9 years, whoever mentioned it didn't change his face?

Qin Chen didn't take it seriously at all, and just opened his mouth to call the name.

"Since your surname is Wan, you should be a direct descendant of Wanqian Pavilion?" Qin Chen casually said, "Wan Tian shouldn't have died, right? But externally, he should not be in charge. Who is the current owner of Wanqian Pavilion?"

"Wan Jiuqian? Or Wan Zi'an?"

Hearing these words, Wan Qingxue's face remained unchanged, but a huge wave was set off in her heart.

Qin Chen seems to be... familiar with Wanqian Pavilion.

At this moment, Fu Lao looked at Qin Chen with a scrutinizing gaze.

"I lost my eyes."

Wan Qingxue smiled sweetly, and said casually: "At present, the person in charge of the Wanqian Pavilion is my father Wanjiuqian."

Sure enough, it was ten thousand and nine thousand.

Qin Chen sighed in his heart.

Wan Tian has two sons, Wan Jiuqian and Wan Zi'an.

Wan Jiuqian is more suitable to be in charge of the Wanqian Pavilion. As for Wan Zi'an...that silly boy...

Wan Qingxue looked at Qin Chen and asked with a smile, "I don't know where Mr. Qin Chen is from?"

"If you know my Wanqian Pavilion so well, the place where Mr. Qin Chen came from should not be an unknown place."

Qin Chen smiled and said: "Little guy, don't try to lie to me. Where do I come from? You have a lot of skills, just check it out."

"I'm not what you think. I come from some ancient family, and I'm not from those places. I just want to sell and buy something."

Wan Qingxue was slightly annoyed at being called a little brat.

Qin Chen seemed to be about the same age as her.

(End of this chapter)