Ye Bufan continued to walk forward with Ye Erlang, and glanced at Baili Hongjun's storage ring with his spiritual consciousness. He suddenly raised his eyebrows and felt ecstatic in his heart.
This guy is really not an ordinary rich man, he deserves to be the crown prince of the Holy Dragon Empire.
Maybe the other party never thought that he would be robbed one day, so he put all his belongings in the storage ring.
The spiritual stones are like a small mountain, with as many as fifty to six million, and there are also many other genius treasures, elixirs and other cultivation resources.
"It seems that I made a lot of money today!"
Ye Bufan nodded with satisfaction, then put away the storage ring and continued walking forward, slowly reaching the center of the dojo.
"Take a look, take a look, they are definitely genius treasures, rare good things, and the price is absolutely fair..."
Not far in front of him, a bald man kept shouting.
Ye Bufan glanced at it, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.
This guy has a bald head, a shoehorn face, small eyes as big as mung beans, splayed eyebrows, and two mustaches underneath. At first glance, he looks like the bald Qiang from "Bear Bears".
This guy doesn't look like much, but his business is really good. There is a big stall in front of him filled with all kinds of goods, including all kinds of swords, elixirs and herbs.
His eyes were looking at the stalls bit by bit. There were many things, but there was nothing that caught his eye.
Just as he was about to leave, his eyes suddenly stopped at the corner.
This is a ginseng, but it is slightly different. It is mixed with three colors of red, yellow and blue. Its length is about the size of a human palm and about the thickness of an egg.
He took it into his hand and looked at it carefully, and found that there were nine golden lines on the root, surrounding it in circles.
Seeing a customer coming to the door, Bald Qiang immediately stepped forward smartly and asked: "Dear guest, have you taken a fancy to this spiritual ginseng? This is a genuine three-color ice ginseng."
Let me tell you, this thing is a genuine eighth-level spiritual grass. It is absolutely top-grade and extremely valuable. I am in a hurry to use the money to sell it, otherwise I would really be reluctant to part with it..."
This guy kept praising me and talking so much that he was spitting.
At this moment, an old man in black walked over and looked at the three-color ice ginseng and couldn't help but curl his lips.
"You call this top quality? The real three-color ice ginseng is too long. How big are you? It's obviously a bit smaller.
This is stunted, not old enough, and is a low-grade ginseng among the three-color ice ginseng, yet I have the nerve to say it is priceless."
"I……"
Bald Qiang's expression was stunned for a moment, then he laughed again, "Brother, you are really an expert. Although mine is a bit small, it is genuine.
That’s good, the normal three-color ice ginseng costs two million high-grade spiritual stones, I’ll sell it for one million, what do you think?”
"I don't even want half a million for this kind of stuff!"
The old man curled his lips stubbornly, then turned and walked away.
"you……"
The bald head and strong mustache bounced, and finally he looked at Ye Bufan with a smile on his face.
"Little brother, don't listen to that old man's nonsense. This is a genuine ginseng..."
This guy originally wanted to persuade him, but just in the middle of his words, Ye Bufan said directly: "I want one million."
"Uh..." Bald Qiang didn't expect it to be so easy. He was stunned for a moment, and then said flatteringly with a shoehorned face like a chrysanthemum, "Dear guest, you are really discerning!
I promise you, if you buy this spiritual ginseng of mine for one million, you will definitely make a lot of money."
Ye Bufan didn't say much, he took out a storage ring and was about to pay, but at this moment, an exclamation sounded from beside him.
"Oh my god, he is actually the king of three-color ice ginseng!"
He looked back and saw Baili Hongjun standing behind him, followed by Nangong Du and Feng Wuhen, as well as six or seven disciples from the Jijian Sect.
Baili Hongjun originally came to trouble Ye Bufan, but when he came here, he saw the three-color ice ginseng at a glance, and his eyes seemed to be sucked, and he refused to move even an inch.
Nangong Du glanced at Ye Bufan and the other two, but didn't take it to heart at all. He turned around and said, "Your Highness, what are you talking about? Isn't this just an ordinary ice ginseng?
And it looks so short, as if it’s not even old enough, so how could it be some kind of ginseng king?”
"You don't understand this."
Baili Hongjun stared at the Sancai Ice Ginseng with his eyes, "This ginseng is different from other ordinary ginseng. Once it reaches a thousand years of age, it begins to grow smaller and smaller, and the essence becomes more and more concentrated.
Because of this, the size of the three-color ice ginseng is much smaller than that of ordinary ginseng, and the smaller the size, the longer the vintage."
Nangongdu looked in disbelief: "Is this true? This ice ginseng is so small, can it be said that it is thousands of years old?"
As the prince who was specially trained by the royal family, Baili Hongjun was naturally well-informed and his vision was much higher than that of ordinary people.
"It's easy to tell the age of the three-color ice ginseng. Every thousand years, a golden wheel will grow from the root."
After he finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to the roots of the ginseng.
"One, two, three..."
At the end of the count, Feng Wuhen's face was full of shock, "There are nine golden wheels. Doesn't this mean that this ginseng is nine thousand years old?"
After the two people finished talking, everyone around them was stunned.
Bald Qiang's two little eyes were so wide that they almost popped out of their sockets. He never dreamed that he would have a three-color ice ginseng in his hand.
He is just an ordinary vendor, and he doesn't even know about Sancai Bingling Ginseng and King Ginseng.
After being shocked, Nangong Du asked: "Your Highness, what grade is this thing? How much is it worth?"
Baili Hongjun said: "Ordinary three-color ice ginseng is an eighth-level spiritual grass, worth more than one million high-grade spiritual stones.
But if you reach the level of Ginseng King, it will suddenly become a ninth-level spiritual grass. Now it is a nine-thousand-year-old ninth-level spiritual grass, at least tens of millions or even higher.
The most important thing is that you can’t buy this thing even if you have money.”
At this point, he looked at Bald Qiang and said, "I want your ice ginseng, ten million high-grade spiritual stones."
"Really?"
Happiness came so suddenly, Bald Qiang couldn't believe it, he came to his senses and snatched back the three-color ice ginseng.
"I won't sell it anymore, I won't sell it anymore!"
Ye Bufan touched his nose, and with his knowledge, he could already tell that it was a three-color ice ginseng king. He saw that the treasure was about to be obtained, but he didn't expect it to be disturbed.
He glanced at Yang Qiang and said, "Didn't we already agree? What you're doing seems a little unreasonable."
"I can't help it, I didn't know this thing was King Ginseng before!"
Bald Qiang's smile contained the treachery typical of a businessman, "This young master just said that he would pay 10 million.
If you still want it, you can just increase the price. In business, the one with the highest price always gets it.
Ye Bufan said: "Don't listen to his nonsense, does he have money?
"Why do I have no money..."
Baili Hongjun was just halfway through speaking when he suddenly stopped.
He really has no money now, and he was completely robbed just now.
