Chapter 160 Making Money
"Okay, I have some personal matters of my own and I need to go out. Please don't go out these days."
Ye Xuan said and left directly.
After leaving, Ye Xuan quickly returned to where he was just now.
At this time, there were still many people gathered in the open space, and the young man in fine clothes named Lin Zhirong was still there.
"Bastard, you still dare to come out?" The young man in Chinese clothes shouted violently when he saw Ye Xuan.
"Trash, you don't need to provoke me, I won't do anything. But don't forget, you have the leverage in my hand." Ye Xuan looked at him and said coldly.
"Then why are you out here, trying to threaten me with this?" the young man in Chinese clothes said in a questioning tone.
He was really afraid that if Ye Xuan reported the matter, he would be disqualified.
You must know that he was able to come to Lingxiao Mansion this time because the royal family of the Black Wind Empire did not have any outstanding talents this year, so the quota was given to him. If he was kicked out, he might not be able to come again next year.
Moreover, if he is blacklisted by the Lingxiao Mansion, it would be fine if only he is blacklisted. But if the entire empire is blacklisted, then even if his father is a military marshal, he will still be in trouble.
"Don't worry, I'm not as dirty as you."
Ye Xuan snorted coldly, suddenly jumped to a wall, took out a cold light sword from his arms, and said: "Everyone, I have a batch of middle-grade spiritual weapons here, does anyone want them?"
As soon as these words came out, they immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"What? A middle-grade spiritual weapon?"
"How is it possible? This guy is just from a low-level empire. How is it possible that he has a mid-level spiritual weapon?"
"However, the aura emanating from the sword in his hand does seem to be a middle-grade spiritual weapon."
"Go and have a look."
Immediately, people gathered around him.
"Is your sword really a middle-grade spiritual weapon? How much are you planning to sell it for?" A young man asked directly without thinking too much.
"It's fate that we can meet here. This cold light sword that was just made only sells for 500 low-grade crystal stones."
Ye Xuan said slowly.
"What, five hundred low-grade crystal stones?"
There was a commotion in the whole place.
The price of a mid-grade spiritual weapon is indeed around 500 low-grade crystal stones, but it has always been priceless.
Middle-grade spiritual weapons usually appear in high-level empires, and every time they appear, they will be snatched away by local forces, so it is difficult for low-level empires and mid-level empires to have one.
If an intermediate-level empire wanted to buy a mid-grade spiritual weapon, the price alone would probably cost thousands of low-grade crystals, and they would have to rely on connections to buy it, so the cost would probably be no less than three thousand.
However, now, there is actually a middle-grade spiritual weapon with the lowest price for sale.
"You can't be lying, right? You're just a member of a low-level empire. How can you have a mid-level spiritual weapon?"
Someone asked.
"Haha, what's wrong with the low-level empire? People in the low-level empire are not allowed to have treasures?" Ye Xuan grinned and suddenly stretched out the hilt of the sword in front of the other party and said: "Did you see this middle-grade spiritual weapon? , it was made by myself!”
The whole place exploded again.
The man in front of them could actually create a middle-grade spiritual weapon
"A blacksmith of a middle-grade spiritual weapon, how is this possible? There has never been a blacksmith of a middle-grade spiritual weapon in our country."
"But the fat man just now did call him Ye Xuan."
"Oh my God, a mid-level spiritual weapon forger is enough to upgrade a low-level empire to a mid-level empire."
The onlookers looked at each other in disbelief.
At this moment, Lin Zhirong, a young man in gorgeous clothes, suddenly came over: "It's fake, it must be fake. He must have carved this name on it later. Do you believe this?"
After his reminder, the eyes of these onlookers lit up, it was indeed possible.
"Believe it or not, this is a middle-grade spiritual weapon."
Ye Xuancai didn't bother to explain, and continued: "I guess everyone is usually using low-grade spiritual weapons. Everyone is here to take the assessment. If you get a medium-grade spiritual weapon, then you have a greater chance of passing the assessment. No one wants to buy it?”
A group of people were still hesitating.
A mid-grade spiritual weapon is worth a lot of money, so you still need to think carefully about it.
"I am here. If the middle-grade spiritual weapon is fake, I will commit suicide on the spot to apologize. To be honest, I only have ten of these cold light swords, but there are nearly a hundred of you, so it can only be done on a first-come, first-served basis. Is there anyone? Are you willing to be a standout?" Ye Xuan's voice was very loud.
"Exactly." The young man in fine clothes suddenly snorted coldly.
In fact, many people have expressed their intention to buy it, but they are worried that after buying it, they will be noticed by Lin Zhirong. After all, except for Lin Zhirong and the others, all those present were from mid-level empires or low-level empires.
At this moment, someone suddenly asked: "I don't have so many crystal stones in my Qiankun Ring. Can I use other things to offset it?"
"Of course you can." Ye Xuan said with a smile.
"Okay, let me give you a try." A young man walked out of the crowd, and then under the eyes of so many people, he took out some crystal stones and the heavenly materials and earthly treasures he used to practice.
"Very good, the number is correct, take it."
Ye Xuan directly collected the things on the ground, and then threw the cold light sword over.
"Qiang!"
The young man held the Cold Light Sword, suddenly pulled it out, and then slashed it towards the sky.
The attack amplified by the mid-grade spiritual weapon was very fast and violent, and it swept hundreds of meters away before disappearing.
"Sure enough, it is a middle-grade spiritual weapon. Okay, that's great, hahahaha..." The young man was ecstatic. With a middle-grade spiritual weapon, he would have a greater chance of passing the assessment.
Everyone in the audience was silent. They glanced subconsciously and found that many people were staring with wide eyes.
At this time, Ye Xuan took out the same cold light sword from the swallowing space and said: "Who wants the second one!"
"I want!"
"Me too."
"Save one for me!"
The whole place suddenly became commotion, shouting and trying to buy one.
"Haha, don't worry, I have nine tokens here. Those who get the tokens will buy them in order. Let's go!"
Before Ye Xuan finished speaking, nine tokens flew out. After being stunned for a moment, the young people quickly rushed out and started fighting for the tokens.
"No. 1, I am No. 1, the spar is here, give it to me quickly."
"Okay, take it."
"I'm number two!"
"Give!"
"Number three, number three, number three is here."
…
In less than half a minute, Ye Xuan sold eight cold light swords.
"Hey, where is Token No. 9?"
Ye Xuan asked in surprise.
The people below looked at each other, and none of them got the No. 9 token.
"Token No. 9 was shattered by him."
Suddenly someone shouted, and everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and finally landed on Lin Zhirong, a young man in gorgeous clothes.
"Huh, so what if I broke it?" Lin Zhirong snorted coldly.
(End of chapter)