The first transaction was successfully completed, and Yuan Dao Ren also received a commission from the first transaction. His smile grew wider, and he turned his gaze to the Yi character position.
The person sitting in the B position was a male immortal in a purple robe. When he saw Taoist Yuan coming, he took out a white jade mask and placed it on the table beside him.
"This treasure has the effect of concealing one's aura. No one below the Golden Immortal level can detect the flaw."
"If it's not possible for humans, what about monsters?" The female fairy in the Wu position spoke in a sharp voice.
The purple-robed male immortal tapped the table with his knuckles and said firmly, "Unless you encounter an ancient demon with the power to shatter the void, anyone below the Golden Immortal will be fine."
“What a treasure!”
Taoist Yuan gave a light compliment, took the mask and examined it as usual, then showed regret on his face. "What a shame, it's only a top-grade Taoist artifact, priced at eight thousand immortal spirit stones. What do you think, Fellow Daoist Yi?"
"Can."
The purple-robed male immortal glanced at his fellow Taoists and said, "I want to exchange for a protective magical weapon. The quality cannot be lower than a mid-grade Taoist weapon."
"I'll change!"
The female fairy in the Wu position spoke decisively, and a stream of light flew into the hands of the purple-robed male fairy with a flip of her hand.
When the light faded away, the purple-robed male immortal saw what appeared in his hand, which turned out to be an extremely broken heart-protecting mirror.
Far from being disappointed, he was overjoyed and said, "This item is worth over ten thousand. How about I give you two thousand immortal spirit stones?"
The red-robed female fairy put away the mask handed to her by Yuan Daoist, nodded slightly, and said in a gentle tone: "Good."
The second round of transactions was completed quickly. Taoist Yuan collected the second commission of fairy stones and was in a very good mood.
It seems that luck has really come. Not only are the rally transactions smoother than before, but even the fat sheep are coming to the door.
I just don’t know if this fat sheep in the Geng position is as big as Taoist Fang said.
He was thinking in his heart, but he didn't show it on the surface. He said with a smile: "Master Bing, it's your turn."
"I have half of a chessboard magic weapon, which is the relic of Master Leng Zhu!"
Bingziwei's voice was old, and the moment he spoke, the whole audience fell into deathly silence.
Xiang Sheng's pupils constricted and he subconsciously rubbed the blood ring.
Half a chessboard...
“Hehe…”
The old man in the T-position suddenly laughed sinisterly, breaking the silence:
“Who in the Star Realm doesn’t know that Young Master Leng Zhu is the infamous ancient demon?
His things are stained with too much human blood. If you put them up for sale, no one might dare to buy them."
The old man in position C ignored the old man in position D and slammed half of the chessboard on the table.
Xiang Sheng looked up with curiosity on his face, but his right hand, hidden under his sleeve, was clenched tightly, his nails almost piercing into his palm.
The chessboard was made of white jade, as transparent as glass, but in the middle there was a glaring red that had seeped into the jade.
It makes something as elegant as the breeze take on an evil flavor.
"Young Master Leng Zhu often plays chess under the sacred tree when he summons seekers of truth. This chessboard must be something he always keeps with him.
From this, it can be inferred that the bloodstains on the chessboard must have been left by Master Leng Zhu.
I have repeatedly checked and found that there seems to be something wrapped in this blood. Perhaps it is the opportunity he left behind.
The old man in the C position spoke in a bewitching manner, gradually stirring up the greed in the hearts of the assembled people:
“No matter what Mr. Leng Zhu’s situation was back then, he is still the first holy son of the ancient clan.
A tiny bit of opportunity slipping through the fingers of such a person is enough for casual cultivators like us to benefit endlessly."
"Oh, it sounds better when spoken than sung!"
The old man in the T-position sneered, full of disdain: "The ancient clan is so powerful, how could they allow the ancient demon to leak the opportunity?
Before his treasure was lost, it must have been checked thousands of times by the powerful people of the ancient clan!
Do you dare to say that your vision is better than that of the ancient clan's mighty ones?"
"Nothing is absolute."
The old man in the C position spoke calmly, but there was already annoyance in his eyes:
"I'm not forcing you to buy. If you don't like it, then don't buy it. Why bother trying to stop me?"
"I just said a few fair words, and you got so angry?"
The old man at the T-position saw that the other party was angry, and his sneer became even louder:
"To put it nicely, this thing is called Mr. Leng Zhu's heirloom; to put it bluntly, it's just a useless decoration, or even a half-gift!
Even if you throw it on the street, few people would be willing to bend down to pick it up, and you bring it here to sell, you really think we are wronged..."
"Six thousand immortal spirit stones, I want them."
A crisp female voice suddenly rang out, and the quarrel stopped abruptly.
The old man in the T-position turned around in surprise and saw Xiang Sheng's bright eyes that were full of interest.
"Friend Yi, you said there's a chance hidden in the blood on this chessboard. Is that true?"
Before the old man in position C could utter a word, he heard the old man in position D angrily curse:
"Foolish thing! Didn't you hear a single word I just said?"
Xiang Sheng's face immediately turned unhappy when he heard this. He snorted, "Who are you? Just because you say so, do I have to listen to you?"
"……you!"
The old man in the T-position widened his eyes and was speechless for a moment.
Seeing him being humiliated, the old man in position C slowly smiled and said:
"Fairy Geng, the word 'chance' is more about 'fate' than chance. I can't say for sure whether this thing really has chance or not. I just have this guess."
When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked, even the old man in the T-position was stunned.
The old man in position C had just clearly praised the chessboard to the skies, wishing someone would buy it immediately at a high price.
Why did he change his behavior here and tactfully advise the woman not to buy it?
When Taoist Yuan heard what he said, he knew that he probably didn't want to sell it anymore. He was about to say something to smooth things over, but he saw Xiang Sheng clapping his hands happily.
"Friend Yi, what you said is very true. I also think this chessboard suits my taste!
A straightforward person doesn't hesitate to say anything. 6,000 Immortal Spirit Stones, would you sell it to me, Daoist friend?"
The old man in the C position twitched his eyes. How could this naive little girl not understand his hint?
This chessboard was just a fake one that he bought from a street stall using a fairy stone.
He was naturally tempted to get six thousand fairy stones in one transaction.
It was just that the other party helped him to fight against his enemy in the Yi position, so he had a thought of making good relations with him and didn't want to cheat him.
However, since the other party insisted on being a sucker, there was no reason for him to refuse.
Without saying a word, he threw the chessboard to Xiang Sheng.
Xiang Sheng took the chessboard, took out a storage ring, took out 120 fairy stones from it and handed them to Yuan Daoist, then threw the storage ring to the old man in the Bing position.
The old man in the Bing position took it and looked up in surprise when he saw the six thousand fairy stones neatly arranged in the space inside the ring.
Xiang Sheng smiled generously, "Dad always said that one should make good connections when out there. I'll give Daoist Yuan's commission to Daoist Friend Yi!"
The old man in the Bing position seemed to be hit in a soft spot in his heart. His mind was shocked and his eyes looking at Xiang Sheng suddenly became complicated.
"This is Yuan's gathering. Fellow Daoist Yi, please don't meddle in other people's business. Otherwise..."
Taoist Yuan's cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and the threat in his words was self-evident.
The old man in the Bing seat turned around and glanced at the middle-aged scholar in the main seat, who looked like a smiling tiger. Fear appeared in his eyes. His heart was churning for several times, but finally calmed down and turned his head away from looking at Sheng.
"I will never break the rules."
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