Chapter 210 The true identity of the owner of Wuxuan Pavilion - WuxiaWorld
Ye Feng is very fast.
It only takes a quarter of an hour to get from Piaomiao Peak to Beacon City.
"Hey, it's Mr. Ye. Your coming here really makes the shop shine!"
Seeing Ye Feng, the owner of Wuxuan Pavilion said with a smile, "By the way, Master Ye's apprentice sold a batch of spiritual weapons here a few days ago. The quality is extremely high. I want to buy another batch. I don't know what Master Ye wants."
How about next?"
"I'm here just to sell the spiritual weapons." Ye Feng threw thirty middle-grade spiritual weapons on the table, "Give me a price!"
"So much!" The owner of Wuxuan Pavilion's breath was stagnant.
He picked up a spiritual weapon and began to identify it.
"This is a half-foot-long flying sword. It is as thin as a cicada's wing and has fine workmanship. The formations are carved as if they were made from heaven. When used, it seems to be able to be enlarged like a flying sword facing the wind. It can be sold for at least 200 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones."
"This is a spear. It is hollow but very tough. It has special amplification runes and becomes very sharp. It is good at thrusting. It sells for about 180 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones."
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In less than a quarter of an hour, the owner of Wuxuan Pavilion completed the inspection.
"Thirty low-grade spiritual stones, a total of 5,800 low-grade spiritual stones. What do you think, Master Ye?"
This is the highest price the Wuxuan Pavilion shop owner can offer.
If the price is any higher, he will make less than half of it when he sells it again...
"Together, six thousand yuan, and you must give me a middle-grade spiritual stone." Ye Feng said his request.
"Uh... OK!" The owner of Wuxuan Pavilion pretended to be difficult and agreed after a moment.
"I also have higher-quality spiritual weapons." As he said that, Ye Feng took out a medium-grade spiritual sword about a foot long and placed it on the table.
Clang!
The clear sword chant sounded, and the owner of Wuxuan Pavilion took a breath of surprise. He excitedly held up the spiritual sword and sighed: "This is a middle-grade spiritual weapon. How can Master Ye be willing to take it?"
"This leader...is short of money!" Ye Feng's old face turned red.
"Lack of money?" The owner of Wuxuan Pavilion smiled and suddenly said seriously: "Can Master Ye trust me?"
Faced with this somewhat sudden question, Ye Feng said in surprise: "What does the shop owner mean?"
"If you want to sell this middle-grade spiritual sword at the highest price, my suggestion is to auction it." The owner of Wuxuan Pavilion said.
"Auction? How much is the approximate transaction price?" Ye Feng doesn't care about the method, he only cares about the price.
"Zhang Ye's middle-grade spiritual sword is of fine workmanship and excellent quality. It is considered the best among all middle-grade spiritual weapons. After the auction is successful, the transaction price will be at least around 5,000 spiritual stones!" the owner of Wuxuan Pavilion estimated.
road.
"So high?" Ye Feng raised his eyebrows.
A normal middle-grade spiritual weapon can be sold for two thousand spiritual stones. As a result, the price of this spiritual sword has more than doubled. You can get one high-grade spiritual stone by selling two pieces.
"Okay, where will the auction be held?" Ye Feng became interested.
"My hometown is Longwucheng hundreds of miles away, adjacent to Yunhua Sect."
The shop owner of Wuxuan Pavilion said with a smile, "To be honest, I am the son of the owner of the Chamber of Commerce's Treasure Pavilion."
"Longwucheng, Treasure Pavilion!"
Ye Feng searched for information about this city in his mind and found that Longwucheng was not a star-level city, but there were several Juyuanjing people in charge.
The Zhenbao Pavilion mentioned by the owner of Wuxuan Pavilion is a local chamber of commerce in Longwucheng. It is quite reputable and produces very good quality spiritual weapons, formations, and elixirs.
"It turns out to be the Young Pavilion Master of Zhenbao Pavilion. No wonder Taoist friend has so many treasures and can open a Wuxuan Pavilion in Fenghuo City that will never close down." Ye Feng showed a look of surprise.
"Hey, it's just a small business." The owner of Wuxuan Pavilion tore off the disguise on his body, revealing his true appearance.
This is a thin, fair young man with slightly high cheekbones, who looks completely different from his previous appearance. His eyes are shining with wisdom, and there are two large words written on his forehead.
Profiteer!
"My real name is 'Jiang Xinyu'."
The owner of Wuxuan Pavilion grinned, revealing eight big white teeth, looking a bit naive and very confusing.
"Jiang Xinyu... are you talking about credibility?" Ye Feng coughed and didn't know what to say, so he had to change the subject, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, when will we set off?"
"You can do it at any time." Jiang Xinyu said.
"Then we'll set off tomorrow morning." Ye Feng said.
Hearing that Longwucheng was adjacent to Yunhua Sect, he thought that he was preparing to go to Yunhua Sect to learn the details of the sect's star promotion, which could be combined with the auction schedule.
"We're always here." Jiang Xinyu nodded.
Ye Feng put away the mid-grade spiritual sword, sold the thirty low-grade spiritual weapons, and harvested sixty mid-grade spiritual stones.
Then, he left Wuxuan Pavilion.
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The top of Piaomiao Peak.
"Tomorrow, we will go to the Yunhua Sect to pay a visit. On the way, we will also go to the Zhenbao Pavilion in Longwucheng to participate in the auction. Whoever wants to go, please sign up quickly."
Ye Feng stood on the roof of the head hall and said to the disciples.
"I go!"
All the disciples raised their hands.
The flat-headed brother was even more exaggerated, raising both hands and feet.
"Okay, except for the thousand-year-old pine and the squirrel army who are staying behind, everyone else is ready to come with me early tomorrow morning to observe and learn."
After saying that, Ye Feng fell down and went to sleep.
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The next morning.
Ye Feng sat on the spirit boat, his disciples sat behind him, and some sat on the back of the Iron-clawed Dragon Eagle. The flat-headed brother flew on his stomach, acting as an outpost.
Mo Ying sat at the end of the spirit boat and was responsible for holding down the formation.
The sky above Beacon City.
"Master Ye, you are here really early. This is my divine wind ship. Please come up." Jiang Xinyu, owner of Wuxuan Pavilion, stood on a double-sided ship that was 20 meters long, 5 meters wide and 10 meters high.
On the flying wooden boat, he bowed his hands to Ye Feng and his group.
Ye Feng lowered his head and looked at the spirit boat under his seat, and then at Jiang Xinyu's kamikaze boat, a feeling of shabbyness arose spontaneously.
"What a beautiful kamikaze ship!"
After boarding the deck of the kamikaze ship, the disciples of the Miao Miao Sect looked at the ship and found that its main body was made of thousand-year-old hardwood, which was comparable to a low-grade spiritual weapon. It was overall light and light, and its speed was more than twice that of ordinary spiritual boats.
"When I get rich, I will definitely buy one." Ye Feng stood on the bow of the boat and complained to Jiang Xinyu beside him.
"The Kamikaze Ship is not expensive, only six thousand six hundred and sixty-six low-grade spiritual stones, and the price cannot be bargained. It is homophonic to '6666', which means smooth travel." Jiang Xinyu explained very patiently.
"Grass, a kind of plant, is so expensive!" Ye Feng curled his lips.
He turned around and looked at the iron-clawed dragon eagle squatting at the stern of the boat, and touched his chin, secretly thinking that he must train it into a demon general.
Until then, travel will be more advantageous.
Kamikaze boats are very fast.
Near noon, everyone had arrived over a huge city with a length and width of about thirty miles, and landed directly in the center of the city.
"I forgot to tell Master Ye that my father Jiang Youqian is not only the master of Zhenbao Pavilion, but also the lord of Longwucheng." Jiang Xinyu introduced to Ye Feng beside him.
Ye Feng was speechless.
For this father and son, one is a homophone for "reputation" and the other is a homophone for "rich". The key is that they are really rich. That's enough!
"Master Ye, I sent out a message yesterday, claiming that there will be an auction of wonderful mid-grade spiritual weapons, so there will definitely be many star sect leaders coming to the auction, and the transaction price will definitely not be low." Jiang Xinyu He smiled confidently.
"Fellow Taoist is really well prepared." Ye Feng praised.
As the kamikaze boat stopped in front of the magnificent city lord's palace, dozens of maids and guards immediately gathered around, all bowing and saying:
"Welcome home, young city lord, the luncheon is ready."
"Well, well done!" Jiang Xinyu was very satisfied and led Ye Feng and his party off the kamikaze boat and walked straight towards the banquet hall not far away.