Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Luo Chen did not go to the Sanxiu Market for the procurement this time.

He just made a big purchase yesterday, if he goes again today, it will be too suspicious.

Moreover, there are a lot of people in that place, and most of the personnel are from the outer city. If you ask a little bit, you will find Luo Chen's changes.

Therefore, Luo Chen gritted his teeth and went to Baicao Hall to do some shopping.

In the end, it cost ten spirit stones more than before to get all the raw materials for refining the elixir.

In this way, the remaining Lingshi on hand was only twenty-nine pieces.

If he buys various daily necessities and firewood later, he will have to spend four spirit stones.

Twenty-five dollars!

Last night, he still had a huge sum of nearly 150 yuan on hand.

"Spiritual stones really don't go through flowers."

"This amount of money is not enough to buy traction."

Standing at the intersection, Luo Chen looked at the antique Wanbao Building, gritted his teeth and walked in.

As the industry of the six major sects, its reputation and strength are the highest in Dahefang City.

Consuming in such a place, it is difficult for other casual cultivators to find out the news.

"Guest, do you want to buy a magic weapon?"

As soon as he entered, a maid came over.

It was the first time to come to such a high-end occasion, and Luo Chen felt a little apprehensive.

He said something to see for himself first, and the maid left.

There's no sales pitch.

It's just because he is only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, and the magic robe he wears is also half-new and not old, and the size is a bit small, which looks tight.

At first glance, it looks like the kind of casual repair with low purchasing power.

After walking around the spacious first floor for a long time, Luo Chen's uneasy state of mind also calmed down.

Especially after looking at the shelves of high-grade magic weapons, he felt even more confident.

Recruiting the maid, Luo Chen said directly: "I want to sell the magic weapon, did you accept it here?"

The maid nodded, "Yes, but the price must be appraised by the master first. As for whether the price is suitable, you can decide whether to sell it or not."

"No appraisal fee!"

"Hehe, you are joking, customer. You want to sell it to us, so naturally you won't charge an appraisal fee."

Luo Chen was really frightened by Sun Shou's operation yesterday.

Various expenses emerge in endlessly.

Sun Shou belonged to the Jade Tripod Sword Sect, and Wanbao Building belonged to Tianfan City. I'm afraid that these rich and unkind sects are all the same.

On the second floor, an old man was drinking tea and playing with two red walnuts.

"Mr. Chu, this customer wants to sell a magic weapon."

"Well, you go down first!" Mr. Chu played with a walnut with one hand, and stretched out with the other, "Look at the goods."

A dagger was handed to him, the hilt in the shape of a swallow.

Mr. Chu nodded, "It is the standard magic weapon Feiyan Sword cast by Tianfan City, and it is of the highest grade."

After weighing it, he shook his head again, "It's a couple of pounds lighter, and the blade is seriously worn out, so it needs to be remade."

The mana is injected, flows through the sword body, and finally emits light in three places: the tip of the sword, the body of the sword, and the handle of the sword.

"The sharp gold formation is damaged."

"The unloading array is still 80% effective."

"The solid array is not stable, and the array pattern needs to be reconstructed."

"Oh, the owner of the sword is an idiot, and he even carved words on it."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Chu threw the Feiyan sword on the table with a casual throw.

"One thousand, if you want to sell it, I will accept the one thousand spirit stones from Wanbaolou."

Hearing this huge number, Luo Chen's eyes widened!

Not too high.

But too low!

As we all know, the price of magical instruments changes with the market, and monks are very sensitive.

The price of low-grade instruments is between one hundred and five hundred.

The price of middle-grade instruments is between 500 and 1,000.

A top-grade magic weapon starts with a thousand spirit stones.

Among them, the price of offensive instruments is generally low, and the most common knives and swords are at the bottom.

Defensive instruments are the most expensive.

As for some strange magic weapons, the monks can make their own judgments based on their effects, but the prices also remain high.

In this world, there is no saying that the weirder the magic weapon, the faster the death.

The weirder the magic weapon, the more unexpected effects it will have. When fighting or exploring secret realms, it may be able to win by surprise at critical moments.

The price of Feijian is low, Luo Chen is mentally prepared.

But it's so low, he can't accept it.

"The Feiyan sword in your store is priced at 2,500 low-grade spirit stones!"

Mr. Chu said indifferently, "Don't you know that most of the second-hand magical artifacts are recycled at half price in our Wanbao Building?"

"But you're not at half price!" Luo Chen plausibly said.

These sect people may not care about the one or two hundred spirit stones, but to him, that is all the wealth of years of struggle.

"Then do you know how much effort it will take for us to recycle these magical artifacts and put them back on the shelves?"

Chu Lao counted his fingers and said, "We have to send it back to the sect first, and the shipping fee is an expense."

"Choosing suitable materials to repair is another expense."

"Please ask the formation master to complete the formation, it will cost more."

"Furthermore, in order to ensure the quality standard, so as not to be criticized for selling inferior goods in Tianfan City, high-ranking monks should be invited to carry out inspections carefully."

"In the end, we have to make great efforts to send it all the way to Wanbaolou."

"As for other trivial expenses, I didn't count with you."

Luo Chen's teeth were a little sour.

This old man doesn't have the atmosphere of a monk in the foundation building period, and he is as fussy as Chen Laodao.

"Speaking of which, I have to talk about you young people."

Mr. Chu shook his head, and said bitterly: "I know how to fight and kill all day long. Is the magic weapon used to fight fiercely? This is a soldier who protects the way, so it must be cherished carefully."

"After the battle, it's time to wash and scrub!"

"When it's okay, it's the right thing to do to cultivate your power!"

"Every second-hand magic weapon sent to me is battered and dilapidated."

"The old man looks distressed!"

After talking about it, he actually became emotional.

Looking at Feiyanjian's expression, it's the same as seeing a loved one being defiled and sent home after playing it dead.

Luo Chen couldn't take it anymore.

But for the sake of cultivation resources, he still gritted his teeth and insisted: "It's too low, this price is really unacceptable for the juniors. If you sell it at the casual cultivator market, someone will definitely want it for 1,560."

After speaking, he picked up the sword, turned around and left.

"Hey, boy, wait a minute."

Mr. Chu hurriedly said, "One thousand one, how about it, this is the highest price I can give within my authority."

"Still too low."

"It's a lot, it's really a lot. I haven't paid this price for any flying swords that are in better condition than this one."

Mr. Chu said sternly: "Besides, casual cultivators wouldn't dare to have such a flying sword with engraved characters like this, right?"

"One thousand and one, that's the price. If you sell it sincerely, I, Wanbaolou, will accept it. And I promise that I will never disclose any information about your sale of the magic weapon!"

Luo Chen stood where he was, with an uncertain expression on his face.

Finally he let out a long sigh.

"Okay, deal."

After a while, Luo Chen walked out of Wanbao Building.

Facing the dazzling → sun, he spit without quality.

"Damn it, profiteer!"

A female cultivator passed by and glanced at him contemptuously.

What qualities!

Inside Wanbao Building.

Chu Lao smiled and handed the Feiyan sword to a big man with a naked upper body and gnarled muscles.

"Melt the words on it, add some hardware, and then send it to the shelf on the first floor!"

The big man took the flying sword and scratched his head.

"The color is quite good, and there is no damage. How many spirit stones did Mr. Chu collect this time?"

"It's okay, one thousand and one, you can earn something."

Chu Lao said with a smile, then paused and sighed.

"Young people nowadays are more and more able to live a life. A hundred low-grade spirit stones have to be haggled over by the old man. How can they be so stingy in the future?"