Buying and selling items was Li Xiaobai's favorite part, especially selling items to potential big buyers like sect disciples.
Sometimes you can make a lot of money out of him just for the sake of face, which makes him the most suitable person to be taken advantage of.
Going down the mountain alone.
This hilltop is a place where disciples of handymen live. It has no name. Wherever Li Xiaobai went at this moment, the doors and windows were closed, and no one dared to let out any air.
The handyman disciples have a low status in the sect and are often bullied, so they are extremely cowardly. They all saw the scene where Li Xiaobai led about 200 people on the mountain to express their loyalty. They were both envious and awed. For them,
, this is definitely an amazing character.
The best way to avoid offending someone is not to go out and avoid interacting with them.
Li Xiaobai was speechless. He hadn't done anything yet, but these people looked scared. We look pretty handsome!
Touching the human skin mask on his face, Li Xiaobai knew that the possibility of drawing hatred from the handyman disciples was almost zero.
At the foot of the mountain, there was an endless stream of disciples coming and going, making it very lively.
As a large sect, the Holy Demon Sect has several dangerous places around it, and there are some treasures in them for the disciples to explore and discover. It has become the normal life of the disciples to go to these dangerous places to hunt for treasures, and then trade the materials obtained in the sect.
According to the route described by Yuan Fang, Li Xiaobai found the trading shop of the disciples of the sect.
It is said to be a shop, but in fact it is a street stall. It is the center of the sect, the most prosperous and low-end area. Various people set up stalls here, and shouts come and go.
"Come, take a look. The freshly baked bear's paw has been cultivated for three hundred years in the golden elixir period. It is definitely a great supplement!"
"Nine Heavens Mysterious Spirit Grass is absolutely authentic. If you fake it, you will pay ten for it!"
"Tianfeng Sword is a high-grade spiritual weapon at a low price. If you want it, hurry up!"
"..."
Along the way, the streets were filled with a dazzling array of products, and the sounds of bargaining and shouting could be heard endlessly.
Li Xiaobai knew what was going on, so he found the person in charge of the venue, paid two low-grade spiritual stones, and prepared to set up a stall.
I am a newcomer, and I arrived late. All the good lots have been picked out, and I only have some remaining corner spaces for me to choose from.
However, the aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys. If you have good goods in your hands, you are not afraid of others not buying them.
Walking to a stall in the corner, Li Xiaobai took out a few low-grade spiritual weapons.
"Brother, this is a stranger. Is it your first time here?"
The stall owner next to me was doing nothing. The location was not very good and there were almost no customers in his stall.
"Yes, I'm Ye Liangchen, I wonder how you call me brother?" Li Xiaobai cupped his fists and saluted, and asked.
"Hey, just call me Brother Fist."
This is a thin and gaunt man, with a pale complexion, looking a little malnourished, and a slightly wretched smile.
Li Xiaobai was speechless, this guy couldn't see the slightest bit of what a fist brother should look like, his hands were so thin that there was only a piece of skin left.
"It turns out to be Brother Fist."
"Brother, you can't do this. These low-grade spiritual weapons are of average quality. There's basically nothing you can buy in this area."
Brother Fist glanced at the swords in front of Li Xiaobai and curled his lips. The things in this stall were inferior to his.
“When selling things at a good time, I like to sell in quantity.”
Li Xiaobai shook his hand, and nearly a thousand low-grade spiritual weapons were instantly piled up in the entire stall. There were also many medium-grade spiritual weapons mixed in, and they rolled to the ground with a clanking sound.
"I go……"
"Brother Ye, did you rob a certain sect?"
Looking at the dazzling array of spiritual weapons, Brother Fist was dumbfounded and almost burst into tears.
"It's just a thousand low-grade spiritual weapons, not worth showing off." Li Xiaobai waved his hand and said calmly.
Brother Fist felt that he was offended and stopped talking.
Li Xiaobai exchanged a huge plaque from the mall, engraved with the words Excalibur Bidding, the highest bidder will wait, put it aside without shouting, and just quietly waited for the customers to gather.
Sure enough, almost in an instant, this mountain of spiritual weapons attracted a large number of customers to watch. Nearly a thousand spiritual weapons were sold at one time, which was definitely a big deal.
"This senior brother is very handsome, does anyone know him?"
"It's okay if you don't know them. With so many spiritual weapons, Juebi has snatched them away from a certain sect. A master of this kind of cultivation doesn't like to show his face on weekdays."
"That's true, but why do these spiritual weapons look so familiar to me?"
"It seems to be the sword array of the sect's sword forest..."
hiss!
Many disciples present recognized the origins of these spiritual weapons. After all, they were all people who had gone through the sword formation, and they still had fresh memories of this test.
"Brother, how can I sell this spiritual weapon?" asked a pretty female cultivator.
"A low-grade spiritual weapon is worth a hundred low-grade spiritual stones in a handful. A medium-grade spiritual weapon is worth a medium-grade spiritual stone in a handful." Li Xiaobai said.
As soon as this statement came out, everyone present brightened up. The price Li Xiaobai gave was the cost price, which was more than 10% lower than that of similar merchants.
Moreover, the quality of these spiritual weapons is quite good, and there is no situation where they are fake.
"Senior brother, you have a good conscience. Junior sister wants to buy this light blue, middle-grade spiritual sword."
The female cultivator threw a middle-grade spiritual stone and took away the spiritual sword.
When the other monks saw this, they immediately became excited and began to dig into their pockets to buy spiritual weapons from Li Xiaobai. Many monks even quickly returned to the previous stalls to prepare returns.
Li Xiaobai smiled slightly, he had high quality and low price, and the quantity was so large that other merchants selling low-level spiritual weapons could not compete with him.
In just a few minutes, tens of thousands of low-grade spiritual stones were obtained, including many medium-grade spiritual stones.
Brother Fist on the side looked at Li Xiaobai eagerly and said, "Brother Ye, how about we merge into one stall, so that the stall area is larger and you can put more things. Don't worry, each sells his own thing."
, no matter the money.”
Li Xiaobai thought about it and decided that merging the stalls would be a good idea. He did have a lot of supplies on hand that needed to be dealt with.
"OK."
The two stalls merged into one, and Brother Fist came to Li Xiaobai's side with a strange smile, and placed his bottles and jars in front of many monks.
Compared with Li Xiaobai's inventory, the amount he had was not enough to fill his teeth, but someone immediately recognized the items he was selling.
"This is the inner elixir of a half-step Nascent Soul stage monster!"
"This is the skin of the bloody crocodile. You killed that crocodile. Brother, may I ask your name?"
"I want this inner elixir, no one can take it from me!"
"This elixir is actually specially given to the golden elixir stage monks..."
"..."
The monks were in a frenzy. They didn't expect to find a treasure in such a nook and cranny.
Seeing Riot Brother's red face negotiating the price with someone, Li Xiaobai felt that he had been tricked. The other party was clearly using his influence to sell things, and it seemed that the things he was selling were all good ones.
No wonder they say each sells his own, because his feelings are that he is afraid of splitting the accounts with him.