Sweeping away at a glance, it was estimated that a dozen or so spiritual artifacts were hanging behind the counter. Although most of them were low-grade spiritual artifacts, they were really surprising. What Mo Bai also knows is that these are still cosmetics. If you want enough spirit stones, go up to the attic, and there must be something suitable for you. Therefore, the strength of this "Jumbo Pavilion" can be seen to be extraordinary.
A fat man who looked like a shopkeeper came over. He bowed his hand: "Friends, please, don't know how I can help you?"
Mo Bai's divine sense came out slightly, and the other party was actually a twelfth-level monk in the condensing period, so it's no wonder that Mo Bai would be called a Daoist friend. Mo Bai slightly raised his guard, although he knew that he would not find anything in the Yunhemen area. But everything is better.
"It seems that this is the first time for fellow Taoists to come to this pavilion. Don't be too nervous. This pavilion has branches in various cities in mainland China. Please don't worry if you are a fellow Taoist sincerely." The fat man said kindly with a smile on his face. .
Mo Bai turned his face aside slightly, concealed his embarrassment, touched his nose, and said, "The shopkeeper, don't you know if you can accept magical instruments?"
Fatty's originally smiling face changed slightly, the fat on his cheeks trembled, and his mung bean-sized eyes looked at Mo Bai and blinked.
"This pavilion will also purchase some magical weapons, but that depends on whether the Taoist friends' magical weapons are worth our purchase." Mo Bai squinted before his eyes and said. He saw that Mo Bai was not dressed like an elite disciple of a certain sect or a person from a large family of cultivation, at most it was just a casual cultivator.
He saw a lot of people like this, and he didn't know where he got one or two low-level magical artifacts, and he came to the town to exchange for spirit stones. Such monks are generally more difficult to deal with, and they want spirit stones in their hearts, but they are not willing to use the magical tools.
Seeing the fat man's eyes showing contempt for him, Mo Bai was relieved. It seemed that the other party was really a businessman, with the face of a secular businessman. Since it is a businessman, everything is easy to handle.
Mo Bai looked at the lobby of the store, and apart from himself and the fat shopkeeper, there was only a small servant standing at the door to solicit customers. Compared with the flow of people at the flea market, there is much less. But business is not entirely measured by the flow of people.
Seeing that there are some dogs in the fat shopkeeper, Mo Bai patted the storage bag around his waist, stretched his hand forward, his palm spread out, and an inner pill appeared on Mo Bai's hand.
"Tier-three inner alchemy?" The fat shopkeeper originally shot the black mung bean eyes diagonally, his eyes lit up, and he said in surprise.
"I don't know if your pavilion accepts inner alchemy?" Mo Bai said to the fat shopkeeper. When he saw the glowing eyes of the fat shopkeeper, he knew that his attitude would soon change.
Sure enough, as expected by Mo Bai, the fat shopkeeper nodded repeatedly and said, "Shou Shou Shou, since fellow Daoist stepped into this pavilion, I can see that fellow Daoist is immortal and powerful. It must belong to this pavilion. Dear guest. Please from inside friends. Let's go into the back room and talk." The smile that had disappeared on his face once again climbed onto his fat face. Also become more cordial.
After speaking, he greeted the little servant standing outside the door, opened the door curtain to enter the back room, and walked towards the back room with Mo Bai.
In the Xuanwu realm. Following these years, the monster beasts were continuously beheaded by the monks, seizing their inner alchemy to refine the pill. In addition, the growth period of monsters is very long, often dozens of times longer than humans. Therefore, there are fewer and fewer monsters in the Xuanwu realm.
Even the largest "Jumbo Pavilion" in Yunhemenfang City, the "third-order inner alchemy", has only a dozen in stock. That's why the fat shopkeeper is so passionate about Mo Bai.
The inner pill in Mo Bai's hand was the inner pill of the third-order monster beast that was killed in the secret realm of the Lingxu. As for the inner pill of the amethyst python, without the consent of the crane, he would naturally not make his own claim.
Mo Bai saw him lead himself to the inner room instead of recommending him upstairs, and he became curious about the scale of the upstairs structure in his heart. But other people have their own reasons for doing business, and Mo Bai will naturally not take the initiative to make trouble.
Following the fat shopkeeper to the back room, Mo Bai took a look and found that the back room was not large in size, and there were also some antique tables and chairs and furniture, which were elegantly arranged, comfortable and comfortable. The most shocking thing is that there is an incense burner in the corner of the room. The style of the incense burner is simple. There is a bunch of incense burning in the furnace, making the room full of light sandalwood fragrance.
"Unexpectedly, the fat shopkeeper in front of me would really enjoy it." Mo Bai was a little dumb. Seeing the fat shopkeeper's mouth, he didn't expect him to have such a taste.
"Daoist, sit here." The fat shopkeeper greeted Mo Bai and sat down, and then walked out of the back room, only to hear him shouting towards the small servant outside: "Pour the pot with good Bibi tea!"
After giving orders to the little servant outside the house, the fat shopkeeper turned his head, arched his hand towards Mo Bai, and said, "I'm in the next treasure pavilion shopkeeper Yan Zhihui, I don't know what the Taoist friend is called?"
"Lao Ming." Mo Bai naturally wouldn't say his real name, so he called out a name indiscriminately.
"I don't know if your friend can give Yan a certain view of the inner alchemy?" Yan Zhi will see that Mo Bai's cultivation is only the seventh level of the condensing stage, but now he has taken out a third-order inner alchemy, naturally he is not very relieved.
"Yeah." Mo Bai nodded, and handed the inner alchemy in his hand to Yan Zhihui. Yan Zhihui took the inner alchemy in his hand, took a closer look, and after confirming that it was correct, he returned it to Mo Bai.
"I don't know Fellow Daoist Lao, is this inner alchemy willing to sell?" Yan Zhihui pondered slightly before asking Mo Bai.
As the position of "Jumbo Pavilion", it doesn't matter where Mo Bai's inner alchemy comes from, whether it is stealing or robbing, none of this has anything to do with him. So even though he was surprised that Mo Bai's seventh-level cultivation base during the condensation period could produce a third-order inner alchemy, as a veteran businessman, he would naturally not take the initiative to ask.
At the moment when the two were talking, Xiao Si carrying a teapot and two cups, opened the curtain and walked in. As soon as I walked into the back room, an elegant tea fragrance filled the room.
"Come, come. Let's have a cup of tea and then talk." Yan Zhi told Xiao Si to put down the teapot and cup, and waved to signal Xiao Si to retreat. He poured a cup into the tea cup in front of Mo Bai, and hurriedly greeted him.
"It's not busy, it's okay to finish talking about the business first, and then it's okay." Mo Bai shook his hand and said to Yan Zhihui. Mo Bai is naturally careful everywhere now, and these ceremonial things can be avoided or avoided. Complete the transaction as soon as possible. Get the herbs.
"It seems that Fellow Daoist Lao is still impatient. Okay. Yan Mou is also a refreshing person. This third-order inner alchemy pavilion has received one hundred middle-level spiritual stones." Yan Zhihui put the teapot on the table, a picture of hemorrhage. Look like.
Hearing the words, Mo Bai looked at Yan Zhihui's fat face, but shook his head gently, without speaking. Mo Bai Daxiao ate a hundred food in the small town of Wutong Mountain, and had some contact with some businessmen. Although he was young at the time, he still remembered their business methods.
Yan Zhihui saw Mo Bai's smile, and the fat on his face trembled unconsciously. He gritted his teeth and said, "One hundred and two middle-level spirit stones. Fellow Dao Lao, it's not easy for us to do business. . Let us earn some more."
"Two hundred middle-level spirit stones." Mo Bai shook his head slightly, spit out a number from his mouth. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)