Sitting in front of Tiandaozhu's thatched cottage, Feng Jueyu supported his knees with one hand and his chin with the other, looking at the sky in confusion.
The deal, a deal that only happens once in a million years, temporarily stumped Feng Jueyu, the King of Killers.
In fact, the root of the problem lies in the nearly a thousand treasure bags he obtained through murder and robbery.
Two months of life and death allowed him to harvest a large number of treasure bags. The treasures stored there were more than all the wealth owned by a clan, even several times or more than ten times.
What he is most indispensable for now are the treasures of heaven and earth, spiritual crystals, elixirs, and talismans, because those treasure bags have already met his requirements.
Since he didn't lack anything, it was definitely not easy to think of what he needed, so he was entangled and depressed, not knowing how to negotiate terms with Ban Thonglu.
He believed that Ban Thonglu's move must have been ordered by the Ban clan. Since he was making a deal with a clan, he had to make a huge profit, otherwise he would be in danger of narrowly avoiding death.
But what do you want?
What can be beneficial to you?
Feng Jueyu couldn't understand for a moment.
Seeing him struggling with this, Qu Lingxi exclaimed, "Don't you know what you want?"
"Yes." Feng Jueyu sighed bitterly: "I just don't know what I want to deserve this deal, and am I depressed?" After he finished, he looked at Qu Lingxi and said: "Senior, I think the Ban family will pay.
At what cost?"
Qu Lingxi raised her delicate eyebrows leisurely and said with a smile: "How do I know this? I have never owned any treasures related to artifacts, but if you think about it, you can easily figure it out. "The Eight Fingers" is so important.
Ban Thonglu seems to know what the relevant artifact is, and has obviously inquired about it before. In this case, the price they will pay can be imagined. They are not afraid to talk about this kind of thing. Since they want it, you can
You can just make a request, no matter how much you ask, can't you still make a counter-offer?"
Feng Jueyu thought about it and said, "Then let's first hear what price they want to pay."
Qu Lingxi smiled and said: "Listen first, and I will tell you some secret treasures of the Ban family. You can think about it yourself before deciding to make terms with them." After saying this, Qu Lingxi asked Feng Jue to
Yu came over and started whispering to him.
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Facing the entanglement of the transaction, not only Feng Jueyu, but also Ban Tonglu was very distressed, because artifacts are very rare and have been circulated in the world of disorder from ancient times to the present.
Maybe they can count every slap in the face, and they haven't done any transactions yet, so the Ban family doesn't know how much price they have to pay.
But in contrast, Ban Thonglu, who came prepared, had made some preparations, but he was not sure whether he could impress Feng Jueyu.
In the wooden house, Ban Tonglu, who had driven away Jiang Chengfeng and other Jiang disciples, was sitting in the wooden house discussing with Ban Yixiu.
"So, he's moved?" After listening to Ban Thonglu's explanation, Ban Yixiu's face looked a little better, but only a little. Specifically speaking, he was still as arrogant as before.
This small "misunderstanding" did not teach him much.
Ban Thonglu nodded: "I am definitely tempted, and he is not stupid. He is the hot potato. In the whole world, except for the ten major clans and the four major alliances, who can eat it?
In his hand is a double-edged sword that can kill people at any time. As long as he thinks about it for a moment, he will understand the pros and cons."
Ban Cong was noncommittal when he heard this and said honestly: "Father, if Mr. Feng agrees to trade with us, how much price will the clan pay in exchange for the "Eight Finger Record"?"
Ban Thonglu's son knew the purpose of Ban Thonglu's visit, but he did not tell the specific details.
When his son asked about it, Banthong Lu also answered truthfully: "The clan's intention is that we can give him a thousand yuan stones and a first-class god-bearing treasure as a reward in exchange for the "Eight Finger Record".
"The last Panthung Lu also explained: "The reason why we give these is because we have no experience and don't know how much price we should pay. But after all, he only has one copy of "Eight Finger Record", and it takes more time to get it.
Contact all parties and make every effort to compile the entire "Eight Finger Record"."
Ban Yixiu interjected: "Huh, a thousand Yuan Stones and a first-class god-bearing treasure are all cheap for him. He would be too shameless if he doesn't agree."
Judging from Ban Yixiu's appearance, I don't know who is shameless.
Ban Cong was annoyed with this clan elder, but he didn't dare to rebuke him outright. He stared at his father and said, "What if he really doesn't agree?"
At this time, a stern look flashed in Banthonglu's eyes, but it quickly dimmed. After thinking about it, Banthonglu gave an ambiguous answer: "If it doesn't work, then he can only be considered unlucky...
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"Father, are you..." Upon hearing this, Ban Cong was startled. He looked directly at his father and Ban Yixiu, and could not help but shiver.
He was stunned for a moment, and reminded him with great solemnity: "Father, if you want to take action, it would be the last resort. Not to mention how much your husband has helped us, if we repay a kindness like this, it will inevitably make him hold a grudge in his heart.
I'm afraid we are not sure about the experts around him."
Upon hearing this, Ban Yixiu raised his eyes to the sky and said, "Humph, who does he think he is? A demigod? You kid, think we are here for nothing?"
"What do you mean?" Ban Cong was surprised.
Ban Thonglu looked outside the house, and suddenly a golden light spread out with his hand. After placing a ban, he said seriously: "Cong'er, there is something I didn't tell you. In fact, the people who came this time were not only the elders of the Yixiu clan, but also the elders of my clan.
The wealthy elder has also arrived, and he is just outside Black Spring Mountain, waiting for good news?"
"Are the wealthy people here too?" Ban Cong took a breath.
He knew that the leader of the Ban clan was always a master at the peak of Taoism and Martial Arts. He was a more powerful person than the clan leader. The Ban clan could be listed as one of the top ten clans in the world of disorder. This man was indispensable.
This is because his extraordinary strength has reached its peak, and he is only one step away from entering the realm of demigods.
With such a master here, of course he doesn't care about Lu Siyuan.
Ban Yixiu snorted with disdain, while Ban Tonglu nodded heavily. Seeing his son's panic, he immediately advised: "Cong'er, those who achieve great things don't stick to trivial matters. I know that Mr. Feng treats you very well."
My father and son have helped a lot, and we should indeed repay each other with a little water, but it is a major matter related to the prosperity and decline of our clan, the honor and disgrace, and all small things can be left behind. This is the last resort."
As he spoke, Ban Thonglu pulled back his words and said: "Of course, unless it is absolutely necessary, I still hope not to have a bad relationship with Mr. Feng. However, the premise is that he must agree to hand over the "Eight Finger Record", so
No matter how big the price is, we can negotiate.”
Only then did Ban Cong realize that his ruthlessness was far inferior to that of his clan.
After becoming friends with Feng Jueyu, he felt many times that this person was dispensable and could be thrown away after using him. However, it turned out that the deeper the relationship with Feng Jueyu, the more benefits he would gain. In addition,
After Huanbi warned him several times, he gradually thought that he could be lifelong friends with Feng Jueyu, so later on, he helped him many times.
However, after listening to his father's admonishment, Ban Cong realized that under the power and honor of the clan, everything was not worth mentioning. There was no such thing as repaying kindness with enmity or duplicity. As long as it was for the good of the clan, the person who should be killed must be killed.
If you want to kill, you must grab the treasure that needs to be grabbed. There is nothing to discuss.
Speaking of this, Ban Cong's palms became sweaty.
It was at this time that Jiang Chengfeng's voice came from outside: "Sir, are you out?" He was reporting to Ban Thonglu and his son.
When Ban Thonglu heard this, his eyes lit up and he stood up and said, "Let's go out and have a look."
After saying this, everyone filed out, including Ban Yixiu. He wanted to see what kind of reply Feng Jueyu would give them.
Less than half a day later, the two sides met again, but this time, Ban Tonglu did not rush Feng Jueyu. When they met, they just greeted each other with a smile and said a lot of unnutritious words.
After the two sides talked for a few words, Ban Tonglu patted Feng Jueyu on the shoulder and asked him to sit down, and then asked: "How is it? Mr. Feng, have you seriously considered your proposal?"
Feng Jueyu already had a plan in mind, that is, to sell this hot potato quickly, so he didn’t say much, and said directly: "I have thought about it, and I can sell it to you, but I want to know, the Ban clan
How much price will it cost? After all, this is a treasure related to a divine weapon." He clarified the importance of the "Eight Finger Record" very directly, that is, he wanted to tell Ban Thonglu that if he wanted the "Eight Finger Record", he could
, you have to satisfy me.
As expected, Ban Thong Lu's eyes lit up, and even Ban Cong and Mr. Yin became excited.
"Oh, Mr. Ban is really impressed by his ability to understand justice so well. In any case, on behalf of the Ban family, Ban would like to thank Mr. Sir for his great kindness in advance."
The polite words were offered first, which showed that Ban Tonglu was also a human spirit. He first made Feng Jueyu happy, and then said: "Actually, when we came out, the clan had already made preparations. We planned to use a thousand yuan stones.
, and a first-class divine treasure, in exchange for this broken page of the "Eight Fingers" in your hands, what do you think, sir?"
A thousand yuan stones?
A first-class divine treasure?
Feng Jueyu had no expression on his face, but he took a breath of cold air in his heart, thinking that the Ban clan was indeed very wealthy.
I don’t need to go into details about the importance of the Yuan Stone. This thing is rare and rare. Only the most famous clan can take out more than a hundred or more than a thousand Yuan Stones. If you change it to another family, let alone half, one-tenth.
If you can't take it out, that's for sure. Ban Thonglu dared to take out a thousand yuan stones at once, which seems to be a sincere transaction.
What's more, they also produced a first-class god-bearing treasure, and the price was even higher. Together, it might almost reach the two thousand yuan stones he had fraudulently obtained from Tianshui Palace, which was indeed not low.
But who is Feng Jueyu?
That's an ancestor who can't afford to be early without profit. Can I not make a counter-offer as soon as you open your mouth?