I sell jars in Douluo

Any idea?

Of course there is an explanation!

Facing Ghost Douluo's doubts, Hu Liena, Xie Yue and Yan all came up with the same idea.

But can they tell the truth?

If the ghost elder knew that he had destroyed a dozen high-end items with his own hands, would he be so depressed that he vomited blood?

Looking at the two big dark circles on Ghost Douluo's face, they were worried that Ghost Douluo wouldn't be able to withstand the blow and would collapse all of a sudden.

"Elder, don't think too much, we are just asking."

"Then you're busy, so I'll leave first."

"Me too."

The unnatural look on the faces of the three people disappeared for a fleeting moment, and then they immediately said their goodbyes.

"Weird."

Ghost Douluo muttered. He could see that the three of them were a bit mysterious, but he still didn't ask further questions.

It's very simple. Even if a rusty samurai sword has really become valuable, how much more valuable can it be?

It was not worth a copper soul coin, but now it is worth a copper soul coin. Is there any difference?

have!

But not big.

"By the way, if you want a rusty samurai sword, you can try Snake Spear Douluo. This old boy has always had bad luck. The first time he opened the jar, he opened a lot."

Seeing that the three of them were about to disappear, Ghost Douluo suddenly shouted to the three of them.

"Elder Snake Spear? Wasn't he sent out on a mission by the Great Priest?"

"Just yesterday, the Demon Bear came back as well."

"Thanks for the elder's advice, let's go now."

After saying that, Hu Liena and the others completely disappeared from Ghost Douluo's sight like a puff of smoke.

Ghost Douluo casually found a chair and sat down.

Since the last time he opened a can and obtained the Grandmaster's badge, he has been addicted to playing iron all day long and cannot extricate himself.

Just today I have a chance to breathe.

But before my butt was warmed up, I saw a figure in white walking in.

And there was a look of eagerness on his face.

A smile appeared on his face and he joked: "Old Chrysanthemum, what's wrong with you? You're so impatient. Is there an enemy chasing you? Guess who it is, Old Poison?"

"Hmph, this is Wuhun City. Even if the old poison dares to come, he won't dare to be presumptuous!"

Ju Douluo snorted angrily, "Okay, stop talking about those useless things. I want to ask you something."

"What's so weird?" Ghost Douluo sat up straight. He could feel that something big was about to happen.

"You opened the can before and got a rusty katana, do you still have it?"

"A rusty katana?"

After hearing what Ju Douluo said, Ghost Douluo couldn't help but be startled, "Why do you want that thing too?"

"What's it called?"

"etc?!"

Ju Douluo realized something, and his expression suddenly became excited. He came to Ghost Douluo in a few steps, and grabbed Ghost Douluo's shoulders with both hands, "Has someone just looked for you?"

"Yes, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan came here just now, and they also asked me for the rusty samurai sword."

Ghost Douluo said truthfully.

"Then did you give it to them?"

"Of course not."

"call"

Hearing this, Ju Douluo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "That's okay."

He also just received news from outside that a low-level item like a rusty samurai sword could decompose into a high-level item like colorless small crystals, which can be said to be worth countless times.

Therefore, he immediately returned to Wuhun Palace to find Ghost Douluo to share this important news with Hao Jiba and his old brother.

However.

At this moment, Ghost Douluo's voice faintly entered his ears.

"I threw all those rusty samurai swords into the furnace a long time ago and they have been refined. But I am curious, why do you want rusty samurai swords?"

"What did you say?"

Ju Douluo's voice was almost word by word, and he was shocked. Ghost Douluo, this idiot, actually smelted all the rusty samurai swords?

"I said it was smelted, and it was all reduced to ashes."

Ghost Douluo said, and made a blowing motion, and then grinned at Ju Douluo.

"You still have the nerve to smile?"

Ju Douluo became even more furious when he saw this.

"What, is it illegal to laugh?"

Faced with Ghost Douluo's doubts, Ju Douluo also smiled, "I can only tell you that the value of the rusty katana has increased, and you have suffered a big loss."

"Haha, I have guessed this, but I don't really care about this issue.

It was originally a pile of scrap copper and iron, but is it increasing in value? How much can it increase in value? Do I value a copper soul coin or a silver soul coin? "

Ghost Douluo looked unconcerned.

"No, it's not the copper soul coin, nor the silver soul coin, but the gold soul coin to measure his value."

"Golden Soul Coin?"

Ghost Douluo was stunned for a moment, "The value has really increased a lot, but I still don't care."

"Okay, I just appreciate how strong-minded you are."

Ju Douluo said, letting go of the hands holding Ghost Douluo's shoulders, and then said calmly: "If it's two hundred and fifty thousand gold soul coins and a rusty samurai sword, do you still not care?"

"certainly!"

Ghost Douluo waved his hand indifferently, "Don't mention 250,000, I won't even wait for 2.5 million gold soul coins."

As he spoke, he suddenly realized something was wrong, "Old Juhua, how many gold soul coins did you say the rusty samurai sword is worth? I just had an auditory hallucination, and I actually heard you say 250,000 gold soul coins. , Hahaha, you say it’s funny or not.”

However, he soon stopped laughing.

Because Ju Douluo was looking at him seriously, without any smile at all.

"So, this is true?"

"it is true."

"No, this is impossible. How can it be worth 250,000 gold soul coins?"

Ju Douluo did not argue with him and said calmly: "If you don't believe it, you can go to the shop opened by the Qibao Glazed Sect opposite Boss Lin's shop and ask.

By the way, I also got news that Black Elephant Huyanzhen had just sold six rusty samurai swords for 1.5 million gold soul coins. "

Six, 1.5 million?

Ghost Douluo was confused, "Then how much did I lose?"

"If it's like you said, ten rusty katana swords were smelted. Then..."

"Congratulations, you lost 2.5 million gold soul coins!"

Ju Douluo gave an accurate number.

"Two and a half million gold soul coins!"

Ghost Douluo felt that Ju Douluo's words were like a wail to him.

thump.

He couldn't bear the blow anymore and sat down on the stool.

Damn it, his heart dropped.

"Dad, Grandpa Jian, this is the decomposition machine."

"If you take a closer look, there are instructions on it. Just follow the instructions and operate it."

On the other side, Ning Rongrong brought Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi to the decomposition machine in the shop.

"Okay, let me try it first."

Sword Douluo stroked his beard, walked to the decomposition machine, and read the instruction manual.

Not long after.

He felt that he had read the rules of the decomposition machine well and started operating it.

Five rusty samurai swords were thrown into the decomposition machine by Sword Douluo.

Rumble.

As the machine started running, small colorless crystals fell out of the machine.

"one two three"

Ning Rongrong pointed at the small colorless crystals one by one, and finally a look of joy appeared on her face, "Grandpa Jian, the seven small colorless crystals must have been a critical hit."

"Haha, it looks pretty good."

Sword Douluo laughed, with a look of satisfaction on his face, and then put away the small colorless crystals one by one.

"Fengzhi, try it."

He turned around and stepped aside, signaling Ning Fengzhi to come forward.

"good."

Ning Fengzhi nodded, and imitated Sword Douluo's operation, and began to throw rusty samurai swords into the decomposition machine.

Three, five, seven, nine.

"this"

Ning Rongrong couldn't help but gasped, "Dad, are you so dark-faced? You actually have nine rusty samurai swords?"

After listening to Ning Rongrong's words, Ning Fengzhi turned his eyes to look at her and smiled slightly, "Rongrong, now if you reorganize your language, am I still black?"

this.

Ning Rongrong thought about it seriously and shook her head helplessly.

"It's not bad anymore. After all, these are nine high-level items or even more."

"Haha, that's right."

Ning Fengzhi laughed loudly, and Ning Rongrong's pouty look made him feel very funny.

"Let's see how lucky I am and how many small colorless crystals I can decompose."

With full anticipation, he pressed the start button.

One, two, three.

As time passed by, the number of small colorless crystals around Ning Fengzhi gradually increased.

Soon, there were nine.

Then

machine stops

"it's over?"

Ning Fengzhi was a little surprised, "I didn't get a critical hit?"

He was a little at a loss. He had to know that the five rusty samurai swords that Sword Douluo decomposed before were less than half of his number, and they even suffered critical hits.

This unscientific

He thought blankly, was he too dark?

"Dad, as I said, critical hits depend on luck, just like opening a can. Don't be discouraged. Go ahead and see how the six rusty samurai swords I just bought decompose."

Ning Rongrong said with a look of eagerness on her face.

"Okay." Ning Fengzhi agreed and put away the small colorless crystal he drove to make room for Ning Rongrong.

However, as soon as Ning Rongrong got close to the rusty samurai sword, she heard a voice beside her.

"What a coincidence, Sect Master Ning, you are here to decompose it."

Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong, and Sword Douluo looked for the sound at the same time and saw Hu Yanzhen, carrying a large sack on his back, standing at the door of the shop, looking towards them.

There is no doubt that Hu Yanzhen just took out the money from the bank to open the jar.

"Master Huyan wants to open the jar?"

Ning Fengzhi said hello with a smile on his face.

At present, the relationship between the Qibao Glazed Sect and the Elephant Armor Sect cannot be said to be good, but it is not to the level of hostility, so it is natural that they are getting along on the surface.

"There's no rush to open the can. If Sect Master Ning doesn't care, I want to see how much colorless can be broken down by those rusty samurai swords sold to you."

Hu Yanzhen was very curious.

In fact, when selling rusty samurai swords, he also made comparisons and had the idea of ​​​​decomposing them himself.

But after careful consideration, he gave up.

After all, you can get 1.5 million by selling six rusty katana swords.

But if it is decomposed, the price can only be exceeded by a critical hit?

What if I can’t get out?

He felt that if he decomposed it himself, he would probably get six small colorless crystals, worth 1.2 million.

Inside and out, there are three hundred thousand more gold soul coins.

With this money, wouldn't it be nice to open three more jars steadily?

"Since Master Huyan is not in a hurry, he can naturally watch from the sidelines."

Ning Fengzhi nodded, then withdrew his gaze from Hu Yanzhen and focused his attention on Ning Rongrong again, "Rongrong, let's start."

"I got it, Dad."

Ning Rongrong agreed crisply and pressed the start button.

The decomposition machine started running again, and soon small colorless crystals fell out.

two, four, six

In the blink of an eye, six small colorless crystals appeared.

"Wait a minute, the machine has no tendency to stop. Could it be that there are still small colorless crystals?"

Hu Yanzhen noticed something unusual and frowned.

Bang bang bang.

At this moment, two more small colorless crystals fell out.

"Eight?"

A number suddenly appeared in Hu Yanzhen's mind, "In other words, have you decomposed small colorless crystals worth 1.6 million gold soul coins?"

Doesn't it mean that I have lost one hundred thousand gold soul coins now?

"Calm down, the deviation of one hundred thousand gold soul coins is nothing. The one hundred thousand gold soul coins is what the little girl named Ning Rongrong deserves. After all, she is taking the risk to decompose, so the profit is not excessive."

He secretly told himself to calm down.

However.

The next moment he realized what it meant to have a leak in the house and it rained all night.

With a bang, two more small colorless crystals fell out.

Hu Yanzhen's eyes almost popped out of his head. There were ten small colorless crystals!

The total value of this thing has reached two million gold soul coins. Doesn't it mean that that girl has already earned half a million gold soul coins?

Five hundred thousand!

How many more good things will there be?

"If I had known this, I would have broken it down myself and then sold the small colorless crystals to open jars!"

Hu Yanzhen regretted it.

If God gives him another chance to choose again, then he will definitely choose to break down the rusty katana himself.

Bang bang bang.

But at this moment, the demonic sound that sounded like a reminder sounded again.

"No, it can't be!"

"besides?"

"Is this the end of the world?"

Huyan was numb from the shock, and then he saw two small colorless crystals falling out.

Twelve small colorless crystals, 2.4 million gold soul coins!

"But I only sold 1.5 million gold soul coins, and I lost 900,000!"

"Before, if I had not been afraid, these twelve small colorless crystals would have belonged to me!"

Hu Yanzhen's heart was bleeding.

Especially families who are not wealthy to begin with cannot stand this kind of scene. This is undoubtedly adding insult to injury.

Hu Yanzhen felt that this incident would become a permanent pain in his heart.

The only thing that gave him some comfort was that the machine stopped.

"Twelve, Dad, Grandpa Jian, twelve little colorless crystals!"

After the machine stopped, the first person to cheer for joy was undoubtedly Ning Rongrong.

The girl's face was full of surprise.

It has to be said that breaking down the small colorless crystals actually gave her the thrill of opening a jar.

On the side, Sword Douluo also stroked his beard and chuckled: "Haha, we Rongrong are still awesome and discerning. We made nine hundred thousand gold soul coins in half an hour."

far away.

Hu Yanzhen was stunned, and the newly healed wound in his heart was torn open again by Sword Douluo's words.

He wants to cry, please do it, please, don't do any more last hits.

Good night.