Even Su Zhuo, who had mocked him before, couldn't help but ask, "Big Brother, why don't we go buy some from them?"
Anyway, there are only five low-grade spirit stones, and it will be enough if some of them flow through your fingers.
Song Hansheng knew in his heart that it would be too much to continue wasting spiritual energy like this, so he could only condescend to walk up to Ye Qiao and stop the four people.
"I wonder if this fellow Taoist has any remaining masks?"
Ye Qiao laughed in his heart. He didn't expect that someone from Yueqing Sect would come to buy things on his own initiative. "Yes. Of course."
Song Hansheng was about to pay, and just when he was about to ask for three, Ye Qiao said, "But this is a different time, that was the previous price."
What?
He looked impatient and thought to himself, "As expected."
People from small sects and factions would take advantage of any opportunity to kill people.
Song Hansheng asked: "What do you mean?"
Ye Qiao stretched out a finger, "One hundred high-grade spirit stones."
This time even Song Hansheng was stunned.
"You!" Su Zhuo walked forward angrily, "You are raising the price intentionally to target us." Compared with her previous personality, it was more than fifty times higher. No one would believe her if she said she didn't do it on purpose.
Ye Qiao fiddled with the mask in his hand, met his angry gaze, shrugged and said hypocritically: "Ah, there is nothing we can do. We are a small sect with no money."
She did it on purpose. After Su Zhuo told Yun Hen about the Mayfly Grass, the spiritual herb that the original owner had worked so hard to obtain was taken away. She has never forgotten this.
"I think the direct disciples of Yueqing Sect are not short of these spirit stones." She emphasized the four words "direct disciples".
Ye Qiao discovered an amazing thing, that is, each of these disciples from the big sects was more proud than the other.
It's as if the face can be eaten.
Then don't blame her for taking the opportunity to blackmail you, she has no shame anyway.
Su Zhuo's voice died instantly, stuck in his throat, neither going up nor down, making him extremely angry.
They, the Yueqing Sect, are rich, but they are not sick.
I have enough money to buy a bottle of elixir with a hundred high-quality spirit stones, so why do I need this broken thing of hers?
But if they said no, with so many independent cultivators watching around, they would be slapping the Yueqing Sect’s own face.
Song Hansheng's expression changed for a moment, and finally he looked at Su Zhuo, "Give her the spirit stone."
Since the eldest senior brother had spoken, Su Zhuo had to grit his teeth and accept the defeat and pay the money.
When he got the thin mask, he inexplicably had the illusion that everyone around him was laughing at him.
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