Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Thirty-five?

Fang Chen nodded slightly, the price was good and exceeded his psychological expectations.

Just as he was about to speak, shopkeeper Wu frowned and said, "Thirty-five low-grade spiritual stones? This means leaving no profit at all."

Fang Ao smiled and said: "You are in business and you have to keep profits. I bought them for my own use, so where do I need profits?"

"Forget it, let's not compete with Brother Fang for these purple lightning talismans. If it's thirty-five low-grade spiritual stones, our Tianbao Pavilion won't be able to make much at this price."

Shopkeeper Wu nodded lightly.

Wu Jiuquan was stunned and stopped talking.

Fang Ao laughed, as if he understood something, and smiled directly at Fang Chen and said:

"Little brother, how many purple electric talismans do you have on hand? I will calculate the price and have someone send you the low-grade spiritual stones right away."

Fang Chen glanced at the storage ring and said, "There are one hundred and sixteen purple lightning talismans."

"Are they all top quality?"

Fang Ao was a little excited.

"Excellent."

Fang Chen nodded slightly.

Shopkeeper Wu, who was about to leave, froze on the spot. Did he hear it correctly?

One hundred and sixteen top-quality purple electric talismans! ?

Fang Ao had burned several communication talismans at this moment, and was chatting with Fang Chen, as if he wanted to find out the details of Fang Chen's origins.

Shopkeeper Wu slowly looked at Wu Jiuquan, with a stern look in his eyes.

Wu Jiuquan lowered his head, not daring to raise his head at all.

This time things were really big.

There are more than a hundred purple lightning talismans, and the profit is at least several hundred low-grade spiritual stones, which is equivalent to a yellow-grade mid-grade magic weapon.

Profit is still secondary. Things like purple electric talismans are too scarce and can sometimes be used as favors.

Thinking of this, Wu Jiuquan became increasingly uneasy.

"Little brother, I just thought that the quantity was not large, so I set the price a little cautiously. If I bid thirty-six low-grade spiritual stones, little brother, would you be willing to sell all the purple electric talismans in your hands to Tianbao Pavilion?"

Shopkeeper Wu once again put on a smiling face and bowed with his fists.

Fang Ao frowned slightly and said nothing. Although the other party was a little unreasonable in this matter, it was indeed the case in business.

The one with the highest price gets it.

"Not for sale."

Fang Chen smiled lightly and said, "This senior and I have already agreed on the price. What's the point of earning an extra hundred or so low-grade spiritual stones?"

When Fang Ao heard this, a smile suddenly appeared on his face and he nodded lightly.

Shopkeeper Wu's expression changed continuously, and he forced a smile on his face: "In that case, can you let me see the best purple electric talisman?"

Yes...

Everyone reacted one after another.

Fang Ao and Wu Jiuquan also looked at Fang Chen.

After talking for a long time, they didn't even see the purple lightning talisman. What if the person in front of them was just bragging?

There was a glimmer of hope in Wu Jiuquan's eyes. If the other party was bragging, he would have passed this level!

Fang Chen smiled and took out ten top-quality purple electric talismans, giving five to Fang Ao and five to Shopkeeper Wu.

"The aura of thunder and lightning is strong, it is undoubtedly the Purple Lightning Talisman!"

Fang Ao was so happy that he couldn't put it down.

If these five purple electric talismans are used well, a low-level Qi Refiner can easily kill a Twelfth Level Qi Refiner!

As soon as Shopkeeper Wu took over the hand, he knew that the talisman in his hand was indeed a purple lightning talisman, and its grade had reached the highest level.

He could no longer force a smile at this moment, because because of Wu Jiuquan's mistake, Tianbao Pavilion lost hundreds of spiritual stones.

"Wu Jiuquan, your salary for this year is gone."

Shopkeeper Wu said coldly: "Reflect on this matter carefully. If something similar happens again in the future, you should go back to the clan. I don't need your help here."

One year's salary...

Wu Jiuquan looked stiff. His monthly salary was enough for six low-grade spiritual stones, which was seventy-two a year. This loss was too heavy.

"Shopkeeper Wu, if you teach your subordinates a lesson in private, who are you teaching this lesson to?"

Fang Ao smiled and said, "It's not painful to deduct his salary for a year. He won't remember it."

Wu Jiuquan was filled with resentment, and now he was adding insult to injury?

"Haha, Brother Laofang is concerned. I think after this lesson, my nephew should also know how to be humble and tolerant, otherwise he will suffer losses everywhere."

Shopkeeper Wu said with a smile.

This sentence seems to have another meaning, reminding Fang Ao not to push too far.

Fang Ao smiled and said nothing.

About a quarter of an hour later, several figures hurriedly walked in. These people were all members of the Fang Family Foundation.

"Fang Ao, you said there are top-quality purple electric talismans for sale, where are they?"

One of them asked immediately, looking a little anxious.

Although the other few people pretended to be calm, everyone could see that they were impatient and wanted to put the Purple Lightning Talisman into their pockets immediately.

"Little brother, our spirit stones are in place, shall we start trading?"

Fang Ao looked at Fang Chen and smiled.

Fang Chen nodded slightly.

"Shopkeeper Wu, would you mind if I lend you a place?"

Fang Ao looked at Shopkeeper Wu again.

"Please."

Shopkeeper Wu smiled.

He kept looking at Fang Chen, and when he saw Fang Chen taking out the best purple electric talismans one after another, the veins on his face couldn't help but beat.

Ten ways, twenty ways, fifty ways, one hundred ways, one hundred and sixteen ways.

A lot of them!

The transaction was completed quickly, and Fang Chen received 4,060 low-grade spiritual stones this time, making his net worth over 10,000 yuan again.

At the very least, he is already qualified to purchase a top-quality yellow-level magic weapon.

Among the cultivation resources, magic weapons are the most expensive. The same yellow-grade elixirs and elixirs, some only sell for one or two hundred lower-grade spiritual stones, and some only cost seven or eight hundred lower-grade spiritual stones.

For example, the real value of the century-old blood ginseng left by Pudu Tianzun was not high.

"When the phantom talisman, true fire talisman, and immobilization talisman are refined, they can be sold for a sum of money. If you are lucky, you may be able to promote the little sword and condense the third-level sword body."

Fang Chen thought secretly in his heart.

"What do you call your little brother? He doesn't look like he's from the inner city?"

After each divided the purple electric talisman, Fang Ao looked at Fang Chen with admiration and asked with a smile.

Everyone was also secretly guessing about Fang Chen's background.

"I'm not a doer."

Fang Chen smiled.

Not Daqian?

Imagination suddenly spread in everyone's hearts.

At this moment, Xia Ji came over and saw that there were people around, with a look of curiosity on his face.

"Fang Da, what's going on?"

Xia Ji stepped forward to ask.

"Isn't this Xia Ji, a disciple of Master Chanyuan?"

"Does he know this person?"

Everyone was a little curious.

"It turns out that my little brother's surname is also Fang."

Fang Ao's eyes suddenly lit up: "We might have been the same family five hundred years ago!"

"Eh - Senior Fang Ao?"

Xia Ji was slightly startled.

"Xiaoxia, I haven't seen you for a while. Is this your friend?"

Fang Ao smiled and nodded.

"Senior Fang Ao, this...it's a long story. Maybe five hundred years ago, he was actually related to your Fang family."

Xia Ji said with a strange expression.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Isn't this a joke? No one dares to make fun of Fang in the imperial capital, right?

Shopkeeper Wu's expression changed slightly, and a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes.

Fang Ao frowned slightly and said with a faint smile, "Xiaoxia, you are joking."

"In the dust below, my ancestor Fang Tingyuan."

Fang Chen cupped his fists and bowed.

Fang Tingyuan?

Fang Ao and others were stunned for a moment, and then there was a look of disbelief on their faces.

Tingzi generation! ?

There is an ancestor of Jindan in the Fang family who is also of the Ting generation. This was his generation hundreds of years ago!

"Wait a minute, you said your ancestor's name was Fang Tingyuan!? Wasn't he expelled four hundred years ago..."

When a Fang Family Foundation Builder said this, his mouth immediately closed and his eyes were filled with shock.