Chapter 947 Selling Rice

"Jinxiuyi Pavilion."

After Zhao Yan asked a few people, he soon learned that this was a chain store on the Shenxiao Continent that specializes in selling spiritual equipment and clothing.

The various clothes sold here, although the armor without defense, are some lighter self-defense inner armors, and some black clothes for concealment.

Although these hidden black clothes are not expensive, they also cost more than one hundred spirit stones.

Zhao Yan quickly found a Jinxiuyi Pavilion in Jiangliu City. When he saw more than one hundred spirit stones hidden in black clothes, he frowned.

Although he has a lot of medium-grade spirit stones in his hands, these spirit stones have not been polished and must be suspected of taking them out.

Fortunately, Zhao Yan collected a lot of fruits outside the wilderness!

Zhuguo is quite difficult to preserve, so Zhao Yan used to use plastic bottles and directly put them in the bottle.

But now Zhao Yan has come to Shenxiao Continent and try not to use plastic bottles. Therefore, he used small porcelain bottles in advance and put the vermilion juice into it. Each small porcelain bottle can contain two vermilion fruits!

"Fellow Daoist, I don't have enough spirit stones here. I wonder if I can exchange them for them?" Zhao Yan said, taking out the small porcelain bottle in his hand.

Jinxiuyi Pavilion, with clear price tags, and is generally not interested in exchanging goods;

But Zhao Yan was wearing the clothes of Jian Gu, and the shopkeeper in the shop did not dare to refuse, so he called out the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper is a early stage monk in the Golden Pill stage. He nodded and smiled, "My friend, we generally do not trade things for goods here! But let's see what you are. If it's worth it, I'll buy it myself!"

Jiangliu City is close to the sword valley, and the shopkeeper does not want to offend the sword cultivator in the sword valley. If the thing is not so scattered, he is willing to spend more than 100 spirit stones to buy one.

However, when the small porcelain bottle was opened, the shopkeeper's face changed suddenly.

"This is a good thing, a rich red fruit produced in the wilderness area! Because this thing is extremely difficult to preserve, it is rare to see it in the central area of ​​Shenxiao Continent!" The shopkeeper was a person who knew the goods. When he opened it, he looked surprised.

Zhao Yan then smiled and said, "It's still the shopkeeper who knows the goods. In fact, this thing is not easy to find in the wilderness! It has been picked up by people for a long time. It's very dangerous to go deep into the deep wilderness!"

The shopkeeper nodded and said, "It's just a pity that you made the vermillion fruit so you didn't have any appearance! If there is a special storage crystal, save the original vermillion fruit one by one! Then, in the auction, each can sell hundreds of spirit stones!"

This shopkeeper is a real person. He did not deliberately belittle the price, but instead said the real price.

Zhao Yan was a little surprised to hear this. A red fruit can actually sell hundreds of spirit stones!

He said again, "Senior Shopkeeper, although this vermillion fruit is not good, it is definitely an authentic vermillion fruit, and it is absolutely ripe! This small bottle contains all the juices of two vermillion fruits. Please ask the shopkeeper to offer a price!"

The shopkeeper said, "You are a disciple of Sword Valley, and I won't deceive you! With your Zhuguo's appearance, it is definitely impossible to compare with the auction! But you have two here, and the maturity and freshness are good! Then I'll give you 300 spirit stones!"

Zhao Yan nodded. This shopkeeper is a reliable person. 300 spirit stones are only 300 spirit stones.

Not long after, Zhao Yan walked out of the Jinxiuyi Pavilion, with more than a hundred spirit stones left on his body, but he already had a hidden black suit in his hand.

When he arrived at a place where no one was around, Zhao Yan put on this hidden black suit and said something, he found that he could not even hear the sound!

"Haha! Hahaha!"

Zhao Yan was so happy that he walked towards the central square of Jiangliu City.

At this moment, the central square is still full of stalls, with disciples and casual cultivators from all over the world gathering here to buy and sell goods, and they are very busy.

Zhao Yan quickly found an empty space in the square, and the young general in charge said, "Fellow Daoist, set up a stall here for 10 spirit stones for an hour."

Zhao Yan took out 10 spirit stones and said, "Then I'll set up a stall for an hour."

After he sat down, many people immediately surrounded him.

Generally, those who wear black clothes and black robes hide their heads and faces are all items obtained by killing and robbing goods, and the price for sale is generally lower than in the market, so many people are willing to buy this kind of "bloody steamed bun"!

"Fellow Daoist, what items are there? Take them out and take a look!" A real person from Jinfeng Valley asked with his arms in his arms.

Jinfeng Valley is the second largest sect nearby after Jianjian Valley, so there are quite a few people here.

Zhao Yan said, "Fellow Daoist, what I want to sell is not what you need."

"Isn't it what I need?" Jin Fenggu's real person was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, "You mean my cultivation is low! Then take it out and show me what it is?"

Zhao Yan thought to himself, and waved his hand and released the item he wanted to sell, which was a bag of spiritual rice he had grown himself.

When he released it, the spirit rice was put in a bag, but it seemed that everyone knew it.

The foundation-building real person in Jinfeng Valley laughed, "When you look at how you dressed like this, you thought you were selling what you were here to sell? Who knew that he was here to sell spiritual rice. My god, he said it was not what I needed! Do you think I can't afford spiritual rice?"

Zhao Yan snorted coldly, pulled the surface of the bag with his fingertips, and a crack suddenly appeared. The seven-colored spiritual rice treasure inside appeared in front of everyone.

"Seven-colored spiritual rice!" The onlookers were immediately shocked.

Everyone has eaten spiritual rice throughout the Shenxiao Continent, but no one has seen the seven-color spiritual rice!

The foundation-building real person in Jinfeng Valley was stunned at first, then laughed, "Fellow Taoist, do you think there is something to do if you dye the spirit rice? No matter how beautiful you make it, isn't this still the spirit rice? Someone is selling it there, a bag of spirit rice like you, that is, 300 spirit stones!"

Zhao Yan snorted coldly, "300 spirit stones, I can only buy this bowl of me! If you want to buy this bag of me, you need 6,000 spirit stones!"

"You dream!" Everyone present almost fainted. The spiritual rice sold by Zhao Yan was different in color, and the price actually increased by 20 times. Is there really someone buying it?

However, among the crowd, a Jindan Zhenjun from Jinfeng Valley came out.

The foundation-building real person from Jinfeng Valley quickly saluted, "Uncle Master, someone is selling seven-colored spiritual rice here, the price is actually 20 times that of ordinary spiritual rice! This area actually costs 6,000 spirit stones!"

"So expensive!" Jindan Zhenjun was a little stunned. He had never seen a bag of rice with 6,000 spirit stones. I heard that even if you were a bag of elixirs, you would not be able to sell so much money.

However, Zhao Yan said, "This senior, this seven-color spiritual rice is exclusively planted in the grass, and it is very precious! It is not for the Foundation True Person, but for the Jindan True Lord like you. I have some samples here, I would like to ask the senior to taste it!"

While speaking, Zhao Yan opened a small paper bag, which was not too big or small, just a cooked rice ball.
Chapter completed!