"Ice Knife, this is a low-grade spirit stone."
"Low quality?" The Ice Eye Tribe's chief didn't understand.
"I have a fire-type spirit stone produced by the Qingfeng tribe. It is of medium quality and one level higher than the water-type spirit stone you have. If you compare them, you will find that the brightness of the halos contained in the spirit stones is basically different." Ma Yue had no need to lie on this point.
The colors of the halos of Fire Spirit Stones and Water Spirit Stones are different. Bing Dao is not a cultivator, so it is not so easy for him to distinguish them. However, the difference in the brightness of the basic halos is not deceptive.
"I'll exchange this mid-grade fire spirit stone I left behind with the Qingfeng tribe. Twenty-three mid-grade fire spirit stones can be exchanged for a bowl of coarse salt. Theoretically, one mid-grade spirit stone is equivalent to ten low-grade spirit stones..." Ma Yue was not used to haggling, so he just referred to the exchange ratio between Chunwu and the Qingfeng tribe.
"Deal!" Ma Yue didn't expect Bing Dao to agree so readily, without even bargaining. He called a burly man behind him and placed a large bag of spirit stones on the ground.
Perhaps the water-type spirit stone mine discovered by the Ice Eye Tribe is easier to mine. Wasn't the water-type spirit stone that Ma Yue discovered on the seashore of the Sea Tribe also easy to mine?
This is about ten thousand low-grade water-type spirit stones, right?
There is no need to count them carefully one by one (it would be tiring to expect a primitive man to count them), the resolution of Ma Yuewu's spiritual consciousness is super high, with a little concentration, the number will come out quickly.
Forty-three bowls of coarse salt, and the extra dozens of spirit stones, Ma Yue carefully picked them out and returned them to Bing Dao. He didn't want to take advantage of that little advantage.
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