Some monks who felt it strange exclaimed, "Phoenix, that is a legendary beast."

Only the monk who used to hang out in the black market smiled and said nothing. This situation often happened. Today he brought the Phoenix Divine Feather, and tomorrow he brought the Kirin Scales, all of which were fooled by novices.

The mythical beasts in the world are extremely rare, full of treasures, and they are all extremely powerful. It is not their turn to take advantage of them.

The stall owner seemed to have noticed something, and continued: "I also know your concerns. There is a mixture of good and bad in this black market, and the things sold are both genuine and fake, so I decided to accept your verification!"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding discussions suddenly fell silent. Few people in the black market would dare to take out the items for sale and verify them on the spot.

There was silence for a moment, and soon someone in the crowd spoke up: "It's really easy to verify, what if it breaks?"

The stall owner laughed loudly, "You can do whatever you want. If you can even break this Phoenix Divine Feather, I won't blame you. Instead, I will give you a third-grade elixir!"

While talking, he took out a jade bottle from his sleeve and poured out a crystal clear elixir, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance slowly filled the air.

"Smell of medicine?! Sure enough, it's a third-grade elixir!" Someone whispered, and after confirmation, it was easy to identify the authenticity of the elixir. Even in the black market, few people would fake the elixir.

As soon as this third-grade elixir appeared, it immediately aroused the enthusiasm of the surrounding monks. Even some monks who believed that the Phoenix Divine Feather was a fake were eager to try it.

It's just that their goals are different. They only want to destroy the Phoenix Divine Feather and take away the third-grade elixir.

Only Qin Shu had a strange expression in the crowd. This third-grade elixir looked familiar. It was the Xiao Qingyang Pill that was unique to the Wang family. It was a peak second-grade elixir. It had a medicinal aroma due to the special refining method.

diffuse.

This guy... Qin Shu swept his mind and instantly understood the face of the stall owner under the mask, and found that he was not an acquaintance.

Just when Qin Shu was confused, someone finally stood up and said, "Shall I try?"

This is a strong monk, and the verification method is also very simple and crude. Rich spiritual power condenses in his palm, and he immediately grabs the Phoenix Divine Feather.

He actually wanted to use his spiritual energy to explode this divine feather.

Qin Shu laughed a little, this guy is considered a talent.

Before the spiritual power could be transferred into the divine feathers, this guy's palms were burned red.

This sturdy monk obviously fought hard for the third-grade elixir. He didn't let go without a word, and transferred the condensed spiritual power into the divine feather.

However, the divine feather that had entered the spiritual power did not explode, and the red flames on it became more powerful.

Finally, the strong monk couldn't hold on any longer and withdrew his hand. There was a faint smell of meat in that hand.

"This red flame is the immortal divine fire unique to the Phoenix clan. No one is controlling it. If I sacrifice the divine feather, your hand will be gone in an instant." The stall owner spoke, his tone full of pride.

"Hiss!" The onlookers looked at the strong monk's hand and gasped. Most monks have spiritual power to protect their bodies. How could they be almost cooked so easily?

That red flame may be truly extraordinary.

One of them failed and left the stage, and the other quickly followed. This seemed to be a sword cultivator, and his tone was indifferent: "Will you sacrifice this divine feather to try my sword?"

"Seeing as you are a sword cultivator, let me remind you that the Immortal Fire is extremely powerful. If I destroy your sword, I will not compensate you!" The stall owner was a little wary.

He had seen this kind of cheating happen many times on the black market.

"I don't want you to pay!" The sword cultivator snorted coldly, and the sword behind him buzzed and flew out of the scabbard an inch, surprising many people.

"It's actually a spiritual weapon!" Someone was surprised, "It seems that this person has a good family background!"

Even on the black market, spiritual weapons are available at sky-high prices, and there is no market for them.

"Okay." The stall owner nodded, took the Phoenix Divine Feather in one hand, and when he waved it, red flames spurted out.

The sword cultivator pulled out the spiritual weapon sword with a "chun" sound, and it actually brought out a little sword light. The sword light flew across the sky, and immediately hit the divine feather red flame in the stall owner's hand.

However, under the urging of the stall owner, the red flames enveloped the sword light in an instant, and then swept towards the spiritual sword along with the sword light in the frightened eyes of the sword cultivator.

Then everyone saw that this priceless spiritual weapon sword was actually melting. In just a moment, a good spiritual weapon turned into a spiritual weapon. The blade was full of pits and pits, like broken copper and iron.

The stall owner took back Hongyan, and the sword fell to the ground with a clang, and there was no longer the crisp and powerful sound of the sword.

"This sword is useless!" Some people looked at the sword cultivator who was dumbfounded with pity. He had used his spiritual weapon sword for a third-grade elixir. I'm afraid he wanted to die.

The sword cultivator felt all kinds of looks, and his lungs almost exploded with anger, but he had something to say before, so he had to break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, snorted coldly, turned around and left.

As soon as he left, everyone's eyes focused on the phoenix feather in the stall owner's hand again. This time, there were far fewer people looking at the joke.

Even some of the most experienced monks in the black market were a little confused and undecided, mainly because these two verifications were too shocking.

The first one is easy to say, it may be a trust, but the second one is a genuine spiritual weapon. If a spiritual weapon is used as a support, a person with such a large sum of money still needs to come to the black market?

"Who else wants to try?" the stall owner said, full of confidence.

Qin Shu looked at the crowd for a long time, smiled when he heard this, and said loudly: "No, please give me a price for this divine feather."

"Wow!" Qin Shu's words instantly attracted everyone's attention, and there was a large area of ​​space in front of him.

The stall owner was overjoyed, and there was some joy in his tone: "Fifty thousand spirit stones or a pill of grade six or above!"

In black market transactions, in addition to barter, the most common settlements are spiritual stones and elixirs.

This quotation made everyone around take a breath of air. An ordinary monk would only consume a dozen spiritual stones or fifty thousand spiritual stones for one month of practice, which was enough for a monk to practice for several years.

As for the elixirs of sixth grade and above, their value is comparable to that of the previous spiritual weapon, and they still have a price but no market.

Next to Qin Shu, Fang Shao couldn't help but take a breath of air. Fifty thousand spirit stones were enough to earn him the income of the provincial capital for nearly half a year.

Shaking his head slightly, Qin Shu's expression remained unchanged, "Such a price is not enough even if you add up all the belongings of everyone on the black market..."

"Since we're on the black market, let's talk about the actual prices."
Chapter completed!