Hearing someone's loud message that he wanted to buy it, Qi Zifan's lips curled up, but he didn't express it too much.

Then, he smiled calmly: "Why don't you use barrage?"

"Since you want it, you have to reveal your identity. Otherwise, how can I know who you are?"

When the disciple of Shenjian Mountain heard this, he continued to transmit the message: "Sage Qi, I am Xiao Jian, a contemporary disciple of Shenjian Mountain. This sword was originally... Well, I am willing to take this sword."

"Disciple of Divine Sword Mountain?"

Qi Zifan raised his eyebrows and said with slight hesitation: "That's not a fellow saint. I'm afraid there's something wrong with selling you at a preferential price."

"After all, this saint is afraid of being looked down upon by her fellow sects, so if she sells it to a fellow sect, the value is the same as if she sells it to an outsider?!"

Xiao Jian was stunned: "..."

"Then Saint Qi, what do you mean?"

"That's all."

Qi Zi Fan sighed faintly: "Although we are not from the same sect, we can still be regarded as Taoist friends. In that case, I will still give you a discount. How about 70% of the market price?"

When Xiao Jian heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought that 'Qi Zixiao' would be sold to him according to the market price, 70%? Although it was a bit more expensive than 60%, it was not unacceptable.

"Thank you Saintess, Xiao Jian wants it, 70% is 70%."

Seventy percent?

Isn’t that still much cheaper than the market price?

Although this price will put Xiao Jian's pocket at the bottom, it is not unaffordable. But if it is changed to the market price... then it is really unaffordable.

"May I ask Saint Qi, how do we trade?"

"A deal?"

Qi Zifan nodded lightly, then thoughtfully said: "Dan Chengzi, are you still near the outer gate?"

"Your Highness, you are here."

Dan Chengzi responded via barrage.

"In that case, you will write down what happened to Xiao Jian. After this is over, you will make a trip to bring the things there and bring the spirit stones back."

"How dare Dan Chengzi disobey His Highness's orders?"

Fatty Dan responded very quickly, and at the same time, his face was already smiling...

"That's settled over there. I'll start selling the next item here."

Qi Zi Fan had already started to introduce another magic weapon.

But Dan Chengzi turned his fat face into a chrysanthemum and said, "Xiao Jian, I think you are good and have a bright future."

"But look at my body, I'm so fat, right?"

"Besides, my cultivation level is low. I have to run so far. It's really too tiring. This..."

"Ahem, tell me, what if I die from exhaustion halfway?"

Xiao Jian: "..."

I'll fuck you.

The special code is so exhausting halfway through!

After all, you are a Nascent Soul stage monk. Even if you are ten times fatter, you can just fly casually, okay? Help me ‘bring a cargo’, and you can still exhaust yourself to death?

I believe you, you damn fat guy is very bad!

I counted your fault before!

Xiao Jian was cursing in his heart, but on the surface, he was smiling: "Senior Brother Dan, what do you mean?"

"It's okay. I'm exhausted. I won't cause trouble for you. It's just my own poor strength."

"Of course, it doesn't matter whether the stone is spirit or not. The main thing is that I want to help. It doesn't matter even if I am exhausted. After all, if I don't go to hell, who will?"

Fatty Dan talked eloquently.

Xiao Jian saw it in his eyes and heard it in his ears, and almost cried!

Your uncle, after talking so much, don’t you also want to share the benefits? That’s too much! Woohoo!

The taste is spicy to the eyes.

But at this moment, Xiao Jian wanted to cry even more: "What senior brother said is what Xiao Jian understands..."

"Yeah, just understand."

Dan Chengzi smiled brightly.

…

And at this moment, there was another voice transmission that resounded through the sky.

"My patron, Chen Qiuping, I want this Nebula Golden gallbladder, and I would like to ask Saint Qi to help me. How about 70% of the price?"

"That's all."

In the live broadcast, Qi Zi Fan sighed quietly: "Since we have set a precedent, it is not easy to ask for high prices anymore."

"Seventy percent, just seventy percent."

"Thank you, Saint Qi!"

Chen Qiuping's heart is bleeding!

It was obviously his magic weapon, but in the end, he had to spend spirit stones to buy it back... which was 70%. If it was 100%, he would be heartbroken!!!

At this moment, he didn't even know whether he was happy or uncomfortable...

Call it sad, I should be able to get my treasure back.

Let’s just say I’m happy, but I still bought it for 70% of the price…

anger?

There was some, but he found that his anger didn't seem to be as high as he thought?

…

Chen Qiuping's message has just come down.

Xiao Jian suddenly heard the senior brother next to him, who had just scolded him, shout loudly: "Sage Qi, I, Li Mo of Divine Sword Mountain, want that evil-breaking sword pill, please give me a favor..."

Xiao Jian: "????"

"Senior brother, you?! Where is your sword heart and your pride?!"

"Ahem, junior brother..."

Li Mo coughed dryly and felt a little embarrassed: "Don't look at how lavish my senior brother is on weekdays, but in fact, senior brother, I am also... very poor."

"Senior Brother Cai, I thought about it carefully, and what you said actually makes sense."

"So... don't panic, don't panic."

Xiao Jian: "..."

I'll fuck you!

Double standard dog!

He suddenly understood a brand new vocabulary.

…

As Li Mo spoke, more and more people began to transmit messages...

That's often the case.

Once someone takes the lead, the rest will be much smoother.

Without even having to be introduced by Qi Zi Fan, they all called out the names of their magic weapons, reported their sects and names, and 'claimed' them.

Of course, you have to pay.

Qi Zifan also accepts all comers. Do you want to buy it back? There's nothing wrong with it, and I only want 70% of the price. Look, I'm very nice to you, right?

I buy your stuff at a 30% discount~

…

"this……"

Jiu Wu was dumbfounded: "Are they fools? Spending money to buy their own treasures?"

"What's yours?"

Su Muxue rolled her eyes: "Zixiao has snatched it, and it belongs to Zixiao. How to deal with it, isn't it Zixiao who has the final say?"

"You want to force Zixiao to hand him over? Hey, that's a good idea! Even if it were me, I wouldn't hand it over!"
To be continued...