The Patriarch of the Nine Dragons

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"Ahem, two, I didn't seem to say that I would buy this soul condensing stone? What are you fighting over?"

Just when Qiao Lin was undecided whether to withdraw from the competition, an unsuitable voice suddenly rang from the side, attracting the eyes of him and the woman in red.

"You don't buy it?"

The red-dressed woman stared beautifully, but after she had spent so much energy, in the end, this kid was not interested in this soul condensing stone. Wouldn't it be useless work?

"If you don't buy it, you can watch it for a long time?"

Qiao Lin was even more angry. He knew that this kid wouldn't buy it. Why would he fight for it? This soul condensing stone is extremely useful to a younger generation of him, and it can even raise it to a high rank. At the level of the pulse refiner, he is the one who really wants to buy.

"This young lady, since he is not interested in soul condensing stone, how about giving it to Qiao?"

Qiao Lin's eyes rolled, and the girl in red was just fighting for the rough-clothed boy just now. Now that this guy says he doesn't buy it, doesn't it mean that he can buy the soul stone with one hundred thousand gold coins again?

Hearing these words, the stall owner’s face suddenly collapsed. The two of them had been fighting, and the soul-condensing stone could be sold for a sky-high price, but in the end, it was a bamboo basket. Wake up, let's face reality.

"Huh? I just said I don't buy it. Who said I'm not interested in this soul stone?"

Just when the red-clothed girl was also showing disappointment, Yun Xiao's voice sounded again, making everyone in the field look weird. Is there any difference?

The bidding for the soul condensing stone here also attracted a lot of cultivators who wandered around on the second floor, so at this time there were a lot of people here, and they all showed a touch of doubt when they heard the words of the rough-clothed boy.

Ignoring the confusion of the girl in red and Qiao Lin, Yun Xiao turned his head and stared at the stall owner for a long while, and finally said: "Boss, give me this soul stone!"

"My slot!"

Hearing Yun Xiao's sudden words, the stall owner hasn't recovered yet, Qiao Lin is already yelling, what is the situation, this kid is here to make fun?

The soul condensing stone is marked with one hundred thousand gold coins. It is obvious that you don't want to sell it low and you will suffer. You are better. You obviously have no money, but you want to give it away for free. How can this be possible?

Even the girl in the red dress had her beautiful eyes twirling. She didn't know why Yun Xiao said such things. Could it be that she had missed her eyes, she was really a delusion who didn't know the so-called?

As for the audience, Jing shook his head. How could there be such a character on the second floor of the dignified Yibao Pavilion is really eye-opening.

"Sorry, I don't have one hundred thousand gold coins, I won't sell this soul stone!"

At this moment, the stall owner finally came back to his senses, his face could not help but became a little ugly, but he still resisted the urge to explode, and said in a deep voice, this is already an order to evict customers.

Qiao Lin sneered, and secretly said that this soul condensing stone might soon be in his hands, but the next moment, he saw the rough-clothed boy turn his head to one side, and at the same time stretched out his hand.

"Boss, don't rush to refuse. If I'm not mistaken, you sold this soul condensing stone so expensive, you want to use the money from selling the soul stone to buy that'marrow-broken bamboo', right?"

Yun Xiao talked freely, with a strong sense of confidence in his tone, and when his words fell, the stall owner trembled and said, "You...how do you know?"

The peaks turned, even if the audience was dull, they all reacted, and at the same time they turned their eyes to the place where Yun Xiao's arm was pointing.

I saw a green bamboo in a stall not far away, like a street lamp in the dark, it looked so dazzling.

"Marrow-broken bamboo? Isn't that an intermediate talent level? It's even asking for one hundred thousand?"

One of them seemed to be the old man of a pulse refiner frowned. After hearing his mutter, some practitioners who didn't know the marrow bamboo, all understood.

Natural treasures of all levels of heaven, material and earth cannot be compared with spirit-level treasures, and 10,000 gold coins are a dividing line. It is common for some low-level treasures to sell 10,000 or 20,000 gold coins.

And the price of the treasures of the middle-level spirit level is about to double, three to four thousand, four to five thousand gold coins are not a problem, but the middle-level spirit-level broken marrow bamboo is asking for one hundred thousand gold coins, why not grab it?

What's more, although the marrow-breaking bamboo reached the intermediate level of the spiritual level, its use was not very obvious. The average cultivator or pulse refiner would not even be willing to give out 30,000 gold coins, let alone one hundred thousand gold coins.

"Marrow-broken bamboo, an intermediate spiritual level, its main function is to replenish the bone marrow in the human bones, am I right?"

Yun Xiao's faint voice sounded, causing the pulse refiner who had just spoken to nod slowly. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with it, and it was precisely because of this that the price of the marrow bamboo would not be too high.

The bone marrow in the bones of the human body will not be lost while waiting. Even if it is broken and reconnected, it will not be lost much. Naturally, it will not rely on this broken bamboo.

It's just that this marrow-broken bamboo is rare, even if it is not of high value, there are not many places. At least in this strange treasure pavilion or the city of the rising sun, there is probably only this one.

"The boss wants to buy this marrow-broken bamboo, he shouldn't want to replenish the bone marrow in his bones? And you are eager to shop, and the guy sees the clues, and then the price starts at 100,000 yuan, right?"

Yun Xiao glanced at the very shrewd boss not far away, and guessed the facts about eight to nine, making the boss of Soul Ning Shi couldn't help showing a bit of hatred.

"It's true that as my little brother said, the broken marrow bamboo, that guy originally only had a price tag of 30,000, but seeing that I was so desperate, he raised it to 100,000, and I couldn't help it!

After hearing the words of the stall owner, the audience also understood the cause. The soul condensing stone was originally worth 70,000 to 80,000 yuan, and the price was 100,000.

But despite this, everyone didn't accuse the boss of the broken marrow bamboo too much. This has a chance to make twice as much money. Who can't be sure, it's just such a method, which is a bit unnatural.

"Boy, just go ahead, can you buy this soul stone?"

Preconceived in his heart, Qiao Lin has never been able to understand Yunxiao. Hearing this kid babbled, the boss was impatient, and finally couldn't help but interrupt.

Regarding Qiao Lin's words, Yun Xiao didn't even care, but stared at the stall owner and said, "If I don't use the marrow-breaking bamboo, I can heal you. Can you give me this soul stone?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was stunned. How could it be involved in the treatment? The stall owner didn't look like a sick person.

Aside from these bystanders, the stall owner couldn’t help being overjoyed when he heard the words, but he still didn’t get up, clasped his fist and said, “Sir, if the hidden illness underneath can be cured, let’s not say that this is the soul stone, this stall You can let your husband choose whatever you want."

"Tsk tusk, it seems that Ding Hao is really sick!"

The stall owner's voice fell, watching some practitioners who knew this person, all sighed, and what they hadn't seen was actually seen by a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. I have to say that it was also a strange thing.

The red-clothed girl’s beautiful eyes were interlocked with light. She originally wanted to help Yun laugh so that she owed her personal affection, but she didn’t expect that this kid would turn things like this. Missed.

On the other hand, Qiao Lin's face was alternately blue and white. If the boy in front of him really cured Ding Hao's disease, wouldn't it be possible to get the soul-condensing stone without spending a penny? This face was really crackling.

"Hmph, grandstanding, wait until the disease is really cured, let's talk about it!"

Not reconciled, Qiao Lin couldn't help but snorted. In fact, as he thought, there were a lot of people. Ding Hao was not an ordinary person. They had no choice but to take his illness for so long. Years old can be cured.

It seemed to be one thing, but it was another thing to take care of it. Even Ding Hao didn't have much confidence in his own heart. Although he knew from some places that the marrow bamboo could cure his own disease, he could not cure it. Okay, that's a matter of two things.

Yun Xiao couldn't comment on the gazes of the people around him. He didn't like to owe favors to others, and the girl in red was so weird that she really wanted to owe favors, I'm afraid it won't be easy to pay back.

With Yunxiao's vision of the Longxiao War God in the previous life, coupled with the fact that he was once a high-ranking sacred pulse refiner, even if the technique of pulse refinement has not been restored to its peak, his vision is extremely unique.

"Pull up your trouser legs!"

Seeing Yun Xiao turning around the table, reaching out for a sign, Ding Hao nodded, and immediately stretched out his hands, pulling up the trousers of his left leg that had been hidden behind the table.

"Hi..."

When everyone turned their eyes to Ding Hao's left leg, they involuntarily took a breath, because they saw a leg that was absolutely different from ordinary people.

I saw that Ding Hao's left leg was extremely thin, like dried bacon, it could be called skinny, obviously it had shrunk for some reason.

Some cultivators who knew Ding Hao were even more surprised. They had dealt with this person several times, and they didn't even notice it at all, and the rough-clothed boy could see Ding without even seeing his legs. Hao's hidden illness, is it possible to have some ability?

"Sure enough!"

Seeing this extremely withered left leg, Yun smiled and nodded, affirming certain thoughts in his mind, and said: "It seems that you already know what's going on. I bought that marrow-broken bamboo. Can'it' be brought out?"

Although Yun Xiao's words were light, it was tantamount to shock in Ding Hao's ears. He didn't care about his withered left leg, he just got up from the chair and bowed to the ground, yelling: "Please help me, sir!"

Ding Hao hasn’t said anything since he got this strange disease. Even if Yun Xiao saw some clues just now, he didn’t tell the biggest secret, but he was still seen through by this young man. If he missed this opportunity again, I'm afraid this leg really won't hold.

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