I feed the worms with my body, I am the evil demon

The person who asked was Gu Xiu who had just arrived at Linmofang.

Seeing that Gu Xiu had an extraordinary demeanor, the man patiently explained, "Hey, one thousand spirit stones! Can you believe it? I just saw him running out of Fengbao Pavilion in disgrace. Fengbao Pavilion is not a fool. To take back such a broken magic weapon, they have to ask a Jindan Zhenren to spend their energy to extract the spiritual energy to make a talisman. One thousand spirit stones must be far more than its own value."

Gu Xiu suddenly realized that one thousand spirit stones were acceptable to him. After all, it was a magic weapon, even if it was a broken one, but he didn't know how damaged the broken treasure was.

He squeezed into the crowd and saw the stall owner in front of him, a rather young cultivator, judging from his cultivation level, he was at the peak of the tenth level.

However, there was a faint smell of blood on this person, so he must have been seriously injured.

There were several items placed casually on a piece of blue cloth in front of him, and the most concerned broken treasure was a dark golden sword about the size of a palm.

The small sword is golden in color, but upon closer inspection, it is covered with cracks and traces of spiritual energy slowly seeping out.

Gu Xiu narrowed his eyes and looked at it carefully. It is a magic weapon of gold attribute, and it seems to be a sharp offensive treasure.

It's a pity that the spiritual power inside seems to be only one tenth of it, no wonder Fengbao Pavilion doesn't accept it.

It's normal to sell a broken magic weapon for a thousand spiritual stones, just like Gu Xiu's Qingteng Qilong, according to Feng Qingtong, was extracted from the broken treasure.

If it is compared with the power of attack, this golden small sword must be better. However, extracting the power of the broken treasure and sealing it up is extremely laborious, and it may also consume some of the essence of the Jindan Zhenren.

So this broken treasure is sold for a thousand spiritual stones, and Fengbao Pavilion will definitely not accept it. After all, Gu Xiu's finished talisman Qingteng Qilong only sells for a thousand.

The young stall owner had messy short hair and a stubble on his face. He opened his gloomy eyes and said unkindly, "If you don't want to buy, don't make a fuss."

The fierce magic power lingered, and a group of onlookers retreated one after another.

"Tsk, what a great prestige."

There were many high-level casual cultivators who were attracted in the crowd. Seeing the young stall owner's unkind words, they sneered.

"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to set up a stall here. There are not many people here who can take out a thousand spirit stones. Why don't you go to Li Valley in the inner mountain?"

"Hehe, that's right. The people there are all wealthy. Why bother with us poor guys?"

The young stall owner glanced at the person who spoke. He didn't want to go to Li Valley. But there were foundation-building cultivators everywhere in the inner mountain. If he was not careful, he might not be able to sell, let alone his life.

What's more, he knew that he sold it at a higher price, but he had no choice. Now was the bottleneck period and he urgently needed a large number of spirit stones to refine the foundation-building pill.

If Fengbao Pavilion was not so shady and only willing to offer 600 spiritual stones, he would not have tried his luck here.

"Daoyou, I can't afford 1,000 spiritual stones. How about this? I'll offer 500 spiritual stones plus 10 first-level top-grade blood coagulation pills?"

An old cultivator squeezed out of the crowd and asked the young stall owner.

The people around him whispered to each other.

"It's Old Monster Li. This guy has a really rich family background. He can even offer 500 spiritual stones."

"Nonsense, he is one of the first batch of ten-level cultivators in our periphery. He must have accumulated a lot of savings over the years."

Gu Xiu looked at Old Monster Li following the voice. This old guy is interesting. Seeing that the stall owner was seriously injured, he thought of replacing it with elixirs.

But the young stall owner shook his head, "No, I only want spiritual stones."

Old Monster Li was disappointed when he heard this, "Humph, such a broken magic weapon is not worth 1,000 spiritual stones at all. Daoyou, you are too whimsical."

"Don't bother with it." The young stall owner replied indifferently.

"Hehe, I'll offer 600 spirit stones and a mid-level magic weapon, what do you think, fellow Daoist?"

Another high-level casual cultivator with background came forward to ask.

This time, the young stall owner hesitated for a moment and shook his head to refuse, "I won't bargain for 1,000 spirit stones. If you can offer an item of equal value, that's fine."

"Well, then fellow Daoist, just take your time to look for it." The casual cultivator who made the offer shook his head speechlessly and turned to squeeze out of the crowd.

The young stall owner looked a little lonely. He knew that it would be difficult to find a buyer in Linmofang at this price, so he compromised a little.

"Haha, even Mr. Zhang can't get it. I don't think anyone in the entire Linmofang can offer a higher price."

"Hehe, that's possible. What if there's a sucker?"

A group of people stood in the distance and discussed loudly for fear that others couldn't hear them. The veins on the young stall owner's forehead jumped, and he clenched his fists and stared at the group of people coldly.

They were all casual cultivators who lived on the edge of a knife. Naturally, the group of cultivators were not afraid of the young stall owner's gaze, but became even louder.

At this moment, Gu Xiu moved. He walked to the stall and squatted down to look at the items on it.

A blood-red stone, two books with two intermediate-level spells, "Flame Explosion" and "Golden Spear", and an egg with green patterns. It was unknown what kind of monster it was.

However, the demon cicadas in the body woke up when Gu Xiu reached out to touch the egg.

"Oh? Is this some kind of incredible monster?" Gu Xiu thought to himself, but his face was expressionless. He did not stop at the green egg, but reached for the golden sword.

"Don't touch it if you don't want to buy it!" The young stall owner was already full of anger, but he was even more furious when he saw the evil-looking boy in front of him treating his treasure like picking up garbage.

Gu Xiu put his hand away, "Fellow Daoist, don't be angry. How can I bid without checking it?"

The people around him were also attracted by Gu Xiu's actions.

"Look, here comes a sucker."

"Don't say it, this boy has a very deep cultivation. He can't be a genius from some family."

"Wow, why can't I see through his cultivation? It's possible."

The young stall owner looked carefully until he saw Gu Xiu's cultivation clearly. He was surprised. Then he was happy.

"Don't blame me, just look at it."

Gu Xiu laughed and picked up the golden sword to look at it carefully. The sharp edge of the sword easily cut his skin.

"Be careful, this sword is very sharp." The young stall owner reminded.

Gu Xiu put down the sword and wiped the blood on his hand, and had a general understanding in his heart.

The spirit of this treasure was damaged, but the material was good.

"Where is the origin of this treasure?"

Gu Xiu's question was a bit unconventional. Heimo Mountain has never asked about the origin.

Perhaps because he didn't want to let Gu Xiu go, the fat sheep, the young stall owner didn't get angry, but said generously: "To be honest, this treasure was obtained by me and my friends in a dangerous place. I believe that you can also see the injuries on my body. Several of my friends died for it, and it was definitely not obtained by killing people."

The young stall owner thought that he was afraid that the origin of this treasure was unknown and explained it specially.

Hearing that the young stall owner played the emotional card, Gu Xiu didn't take it seriously. He thought for a moment and then transmitted the voice: "Eight hundred spirit stones, plus these items together."

Everyone didn't know what the noble man said, but saw the young stall owner's face change for a while, and they all watched the show.

"Your fellow Taoist is a bit too much. Without mentioning this broken treasure, this blood essence stone is worth at least fifty spirit stones. Eight hundred is absolutely impossible."

The young stall owner was actually tempted by the price offered by Gu Xiu, but he wanted to mention it again. In addition to the broken treasure, the blood essence stone, the basic material for refining high-level magic tools, is the most valuable on the stall.

Gu Xiu was silent for a moment. He was not very interested in the blood essence stone, but he liked the egg. After all, it was something that could even scare the magic cicadas.

But it seemed that this guy didn't know the value of it.

"Nine hundred! This is the last bottom line I can offer."

The young stall owner was very entangled in his heart, and he kept struggling with himself.

Sell it! Even Fengbao Pavilion can't give this price.

No, no! In addition to the blood essence, there are also two good spells that must be sold for one thousand.

The young stall owner frowned and relaxed for a while. He gritted his teeth and insisted, and transmitted his voice: "One thousand, if fellow Daoist can take out ten first-level top-grade healing pills or mid-level magic tools, it will be fine."

"Haha!" Gu Xiu got up and left without even looking back.

The young stall owner hesitated for a long time and suddenly got up, but found that Gu Xiu had disappeared in the crowd.

"Hahaha, I regret it, I am dying of laughter."

"It seems that the price offered by that noble young man is not low."

"Tsk tsk, I didn't seize the opportunity, hehehe."

A group of people laughed unscrupulously, and the young stall owner's eyes were red and his sword intent roared out. However, thinking of the rules of Linmofang, he had no choice but to sit down and feel extremely lost.