People are in the Demon Sect, and they start to fuse the immortal fruit

The price was very high.

Ye An spent less than a thousand spiritual stones and got four kinds of spiritual medicine.

Because the age didn't matter to him, he bought several decades of spiritual medicine.

After getting the spiritual medicine, he came to the place that specializes in selling magic weapons.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw that the shelves on both sides were full of various weapons, and there were waiters in the Qi Refining Period who carefully introduced the functions of various magic weapons to customers.

A male waiter saw him and hurried over: "What kind of magic weapon does this Taoist want to buy? We have fine products here, and the quality is guaranteed."

Ye An's voice was hoarse under the mask: "I'm here to buy spiritual weapons."

The male waiter was stunned for a moment: "If you want to buy spiritual weapons, Taoist friends can go to the third floor. The first and second floors are all selling magic weapons."

"Thank you."

Then, Ye An went to the third floor.

But when he came here, he found that the shelves were all filled with low-grade and medium-grade spiritual weapons.

Could it be that the top-grade spiritual weapons are on the fourth floor?

So, he turned and walked towards the stairs.

But just as he went up the stairs, he was stopped by a hand: "Daoyou, did you go to the wrong place?"

Ye An looked up and saw a big man in the foundation-building stage wearing black clothes: "I'm here to buy spiritual weapons."

"The spiritual weapons on the third floor can't satisfy you?"

"I want to buy a top-grade spiritual weapon."

The big man was slightly startled and looked at him seriously. He really had never seen a Qi Refining Stage buying a top-grade spiritual weapon.

"I'm sorry, can you prove that you have the ability to buy a top-grade spiritual weapon?"

Zheng!

A sword rang, and a spiritual light flew out of the body.

"Is this enough?"

The big man stared blankly at the spiritual top-grade spiritual sword, and nodded woodenly: "Enough."

Watching Ye An step onto the fourth floor, he didn't come back to his senses.

There is a top-grade spiritual weapon at the tenth level of Qi Refining. Whose eldest son is this?

When he came to the fourth floor, there were fewer spiritual weapons on display, but each one was full of spiritual light and cold.

The worst quality here are all medium-grade spiritual weapons!

"Oh?" Seeing that the one who came up was a Qi Refining period, an old man came over: "It seems that the Taoist wants to buy something other than an ordinary spiritual weapon."

"I want a top-grade spiritual sword." Ye An got straight to the point.

The old man looked at him for a while, then smiled and said: "Daoyou is very lucky. We just bought a few spiritual swords here not long ago."

As he said that, he waved his hand, and several spiritual lights flew out.

Ye An's eyes lit up, and he felt the cold sword energy.

He carefully observed several spiritual swords, which had wood, fire, gold, ice, and so on.

"I have four spiritual swords of gold, wood, water, and earth. I only need one fire attribute to complete the five-element sword formation."

Ye An raised his hand and the fire attribute spiritual sword flew into his hand. The spiritual sword was red all over, and it seemed to be attached to a layer of flames, making his palms a little hot.

He flicked his fingers lightly on the sword, and there was a crisp and pleasant sound.

"I want this sword."

A voice suddenly came from behind Ye An.

He turned his head and saw several figures walking up from the stairs.

The one in front was a young man, who looked only in his twenties, wearing gorgeous clothes and a pale face. He was holding a charming woman in his arms. One of his hands was in the woman's collar, and his five fingers were up and down under the clothes, occasionally revealing a touch of spring light.

Behind him, there followed a dull-looking man, tall and strong like an iron tower.

When the old man saw him, his face changed, and he quickly put away the remaining spiritual swords.

When the young man in fancy clothes saw this scene, his face suddenly darkened: "Old man, what do you mean by this?"

The old man forced a smile: "Duan, hello, Master Duan."

"You old man." Master Duan strode over, "Last time I came to see you, you said you didn't have a top-grade spiritual sword, what was that just now, dare you play tricks on me?"

"No, no." The old man seemed to be very afraid of this Master Duan, his face full of bitterness.

Master Duan looked at the spiritual sword in Ye An's hand at this time: "A waste in the Qi Refining Stage is also worthy of a top-grade spiritual weapon, this is my master's."

As he said, he grabbed the fiery red spiritual sword.

But Ye An turned his wrist and avoided his dirty hands.

"Little bastard, you dare to play tricks on me." Master Duan looked at Ye An with a cold look, and the aura of the foundation-building period directly pressed over.

The old man beside him hurriedly said: "Master Duan, calm down. This is the inner city, you dare not take action."

Ye An, however, had no expression on his face and looked at him indifferently: "I want to

To buy a spiritual sword, you just need to pay. As long as you pay more spiritual stones than me, the spiritual sword will be yours. "

"Pay money?" Master Duan smiled: "Do you know who I am? How many spiritual stones do you have as a young man in the Qi Refining Stage? Can you afford a thousand yuan?"

Ye An ignored him and looked at the old man: "Senior, how many spiritual stones does this spiritual sword cost?"

The old man hesitated, looked at him, and then looked at Master Duan, not knowing what to do for a while.

Master Duan sneered: "I want a thousand spiritual stones, I see if you dare to sell it to him!"

"Two thousand." Ye An offered lightly.

The old man's wrinkles were squeezed together: "My friend, why don't you just forget it."

Master Duan sneered at this scene, looking determined to win.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from upstairs: "Old Liu, just sell it as usual, whoever offers the highest price, sell it to him. "

Hearing this voice, several people turned their heads at the same time.

At the staircase leading to the fifth floor, a middle-aged man walked down.

The old man was immediately overjoyed: "Meet Deacon Ling."

Young Master Duan frowned, then casually bowed: "Hello, Uncle Ling."

"My fellow Taoist, Baibaolou is not hospitable, let you laugh." The middle-aged man clasped his fists to Ye An.

Ye An looked at him and his heart skipped a beat.

382, 1000.

This is actually a Jindan cultivator!

Ye An also returned the greeting and said to the old man: "Senior, please give a normal price."

The old man gritted his teeth and said: "The price of a top-grade spiritual weapon is more than three thousand spiritual stones. This spiritual sword is made of Yang Chiyan iron mixed with more than a dozen fire-attributed materials and is worth five thousand two hundred spiritual stones. "

Master Duan's eyes narrowed immediately: "This master just needs a weapon like this, 5,200 spirit stones, I want it."

Ye An silently raised the price: "5,300 spirit stones."

Master Duan gave him a sinister look: "5,500 spirit stones."

"Five thousand six."

"Boy, are you looking for death?" Master Duan couldn't bear it anymore. When had he been humiliated like this before, and he was still a weak chicken in the Qi Refining Stage.

"The highest bidder wins. Master Duan can't afford it, right?" Ye An had no expression.

"Little bastard!" Master Duan suddenly laughed: "Okay, very good, I want to see if you can keep this sword alive."

"Duan Yi!" The middle-aged man shouted coldly: "Do you want to disrupt the business of Baibaolou?"

"Humph, the business of Baibaolou is decided by my Duan family, it's not your turn to make decisions. "Duan Yi couldn't hold back his anger any longer, and he didn't bother pretending: "What is your Ling family? It's just a tool for our Duan family to make money. Sooner or later, this place will belong to the Duan family!"

The middle-aged man's face remained unchanged, but his eyes became extremely deep.

Duan Yi sneered at Ye An: "Little bastard, if you have the ability, never leave the inner city, otherwise I will let you know what it means to live a life worse than death!"

"Let's go!"

After saying that, he hugged the woman and left arrogantly with his guards.

After he left, the man looked at Ye An: "I'm sorry to make you laugh, fellow Taoist."

Ye An waved his hands and said "no".