"Hahaha! Brother! I raised the price at the lowest price! I made a profit! It seems that the horns of unicorn beasts are in short supply now!"
Lao Yuan, a veteran of Lingxu, seemed particularly excited, because the richer Ximen Hao is, the greater the chance that he will reshape his body!
Ximen Hao's expression remained unchanged, but he was overjoyed. He took out the unicorn and handed it to the boss.
The boss's eyes lit up when he saw the unicorn, and he quickly took it, and a spiritual power was input into the unicorn.
"The ultimate true spirit level!"
"Damn! It's happening!"
Ximen Hao was immediately overjoyed!
The low-grade ones are worth five thousand, but what about the top-grade ones? And it seems that the current market price is higher than that of two thousand years ago.
"Yes, it's a top-quality true-spirit-level unicorn with one horn, and it's still very complete. Boss, this is an ancestral inheritance from my family. I know the price, so don't fool me."
Ximen Hao found a perfect explanation for the origin of this unicorn.
The boss gently stroked the horn, as if he couldn't put it down.
"I have been refining weapons for so many years, and I have only encountered a single horn from a unicorn spiritual beast, and it was an ordinary one. But I didn't expect that I met a true spiritual one today, and it was of the highest quality..."
Ximen Hao looked at his boss and couldn't help but chuckle to himself. The more the other party acted like this, the more he could raise the price.
"Boss, how much can you bid?"
The boss was stunned for a moment, then a look of annoyance flashed across his face, he got carried away when he encountered good material!
This time it's better, I was poked in the weak point by a primordial spirit, and it's impossible to fool the other party.
"This...ten thousand spirit stones!"
The boss hesitated for a moment before taking action.
Ximen Hao frowned, grabbed the horn, turned around and left without saying a word.
"Brother, wait!"
The boss stopped Ximen Hao and even changed his name.
Ximen Hao stopped and said without looking back:
"Boss, it seems that your small store doesn't have the strength to buy such a unicorn. I'd better go to a bigger place."
"No! You have to explore business slowly! Cui'er, hurry up and serve tea."
The boss greeted the little girl who was wiping the spiritual weapon, and then smiled at Ximen Hao:
"Brother, let's go over there and sit down and have a good chat."
Ximen Hao frowned. In fact, he regretted walking into this small spiritual weapon shop, but seeing that the boss was sincere in wanting to buy it, he gave up his plan to go elsewhere.
"We can talk, but I hope you won't fool me."
Ximen Hao doesn't look like a newbie at all. He said before that the unicorn is inherited from his ancestors, just to let the other party know that he was born in Lingxu and knows a lot.
"Haha! How could that be possible? By the way, this is your child, right? The little guy is so cute! Tweety! Bring me a bottle of Zhong Ling Milk!"
The boss ordered again to the little girl making tea.
"Why!"
The little girl responded and got busy.
"Zhonglingru?"
Ximen Hao sat on the chair, and questions popped up in his mind. In fact, he was asking Yuan Zeng.
"Haha, Zhongling Milk is a good thing. It is produced by the stalactites inside Lingshan Mountain. The yield is very low. It is generally used in refining medicine. The refining equipment is sometimes used to improve spirituality. Of course, it is also an excellent drink for babies, little girl
It’s a blessing.”
Yuan Zeng explained with a smile.
"Lucky little Xixi, you're so lucky. Don't get greedy."
Ximen Hao pinched Xi Xi's little face, causing the other party to roll his eyes.
The little girl named Cui'er was very nimble with her hands and feet, and soon a pot of tea and a small white jade bottle were brought up.
The tea is Lingxu's spiritual tea. You don't need to drink it. Just smell it and a faint spiritual energy will penetrate your body along your nose.
Don't blame Lingxu's laws for being so repressive, but also extracting spiritual power from the spirit's body. This Lingxu rewards people all the time.
Things to eat, drink, use, and practice.
"Brother, a small bottle of Zhongling Milk is disrespectful. Please just apologize for being so presumptuous."
The boss placed the white jade bottle in front of Ximen Hao and said with a smile.
This boss is quite good at doing business. If he hadn't lost his temper just now, I guess he and Dujiao could have acquired him at a very small price.
But now it seems that it is impossible, and this little Chuling is not easy to fool at first sight.
"Haha, then I'm not welcome."
Ximen Hao has never been polite to anyone. His motto is: don’t take advantage of the bastard!
After taking the white jade bottle and opening the cork, a burst of aroma and spiritual energy came out.
A ray of mind went in, and there was milky white Zhongling Milk inside. The amount was very small, probably not even two ounces.
"Whoa whoa whoa!"
Xixi opened her mouth and shouted, with a look of impatience on her face.
Ximen Hao was speechless and stretched out his hand to pinch the other person's face.
"Little greedy cat, open your mouth."
As he spoke, he put the bottle to Xixi's mouth.
Unexpectedly, Xixi snatched the bottle directly, put a bottle into her mouth, and drank it directly.
"Depend on!"
Ximen Hao didn't expect Xi Xi to be so hopeless, so he couldn't help but curse.
"Haha, children generally like to drink this stuff, but this is not something that ordinary children can afford. Just such a small bottle is worth eight hundred spirit stones!"
The boss deliberately stated the price and expressed his feelings.
"Is it so expensive? The boss won't ask for money, right?"
Ximen Hao asked pretending to be surprised.
"Hahaha! How could it be possible? Just leave it to a friend. I'm here: Ou Yefeng, I wonder what your last name is?"
Ou Yefeng was just trying to get close, just so that he could buy the horn at a slightly cheaper price later.
"Haha, I'm Ximen Hao."
Ximen Hao crossed his fists.
"It turns out to be Brother Ximen Hao. I never thought that my ancestors would actually have the horn of a top-notch unicorn spirit beast passed down from my ancestors, and it's still so complete. I wonder what price Brother Ximen wants to sell it for?"
Ou Yefeng asked with a smile.
"Lao Yuan!"
Ximen Hao called Yuan Zeng in his mind.
"Thirty thousand! Minimum is twenty-five thousand!"
Lao Yuan quickly gave the quotation and had obviously calculated it.
Ximen Hao's heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself: I'm getting rich!
"In the past, how much could it be sold for if it was a top-quality true spirit?"
"The maximum is fifteen thousand, and it also depends on the degree of completeness."
Yuan Zeng said.
"Damn! You are so dark!"
Ximen Hao made a sarcastic remark to Yuan Zeng, and then said with a smile to his boss:
"Boss Feng, one price, 30,000!"
In fact, Yuan Zeng didn't know the current market price, so he asked Ximen Hao to quote an extremely high price.
"Thirty thousand?"
Ou Yefeng frowned and touched his chin.
Ximen Hao saw the answer! It seems that over the past two thousand years, the price of unicorn horns has increased a lot!
If it weren't for this, Ou Yefeng would probably be anxious now.
"Brother Ximen, your price... is a bit high, and this horn was taken off many years after the owner died, right? The quality is a bit different, so I won't cheat you, twenty-five thousand! That's fine with me.
Just accept it, if it doesn’t work, forget it.”
Ou Yefeng seems to need this horn very much, and the price he offered is not low. (To be continued)