The real daughter, she went crazy in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 197 This stall owner is a bit dark

Chang Lize was really good at bargaining, and saved Lanzhi 200 yuan.

At this time, Fu Chenyin also arrived. He couldn't walk when he saw all kinds of medicinal powders with strange effects, so he bought more than a dozen kinds in one go, and it was Chang Lize who bargained for him.

When Lan Zhi saw the poisonous powder, he immediately remembered how he had been cheated by him when he was fighting against the powerful Jiu tribe, and looked at him coldly: "What kind of poison is quenched on that ring?"

Fu Chenyin said casually: "That's called Hentian. If you get hit by Hentian, the resentment in your heart will be magnified thousands of times. You hate everything, and you want to kill all the people in the world."

Lan Zhi squinted at him: "Then you give it back to me? Are you trying to help me or harm me?"

Fu Chenyin hurriedly explained: "At that time, how could I possibly want to harm you. Although Hentian will indeed fuel the enemy's arrogance at the beginning, the attack will be chaotic when angry, and it is easy to avoid it if you know it in advance. Moreover, It only takes half a quarter of an hour for the opponent's strength to be overdrawn, and then you can stab him to death with one finger."

Lan Zhi: "...But I didn't know in advance."

Fu Chenyin laughed dryly: "I thought that what I was familiar with, others were also familiar with."

At that time, the two of them were busy defending against the rain of arrows, and neither of them had time to say more.

It's too late to think about it later.

Fortunately, Lan Zhi is fine.

Fu Chenyin thought for a while: "How many more medicine powders can I give you as an apology?"

Lan Zhi: "Thank you."

After shopping around, Lan Zhi was looking for a suitable place to set up a stall, when she inadvertently glimpsed a bright light in the corner from the corner of her eye.

Looking back, there is a small booth there.

It is said to be a stall, but it is actually a bag with a mouth about seven or eight inches wide, and inside it is a bunch of bright beads, in various colors, materials, and sizes.

Lan Zhi walked over and asked the stall owner, "How do you sell it?"

The stall owner was eating melon seeds at leisure, and lazily said: "These beads are all treasures of storage, and the price is [-] each."

Hearing the words, Fu Chenyin walked over to have a look, and immediately sneered: "Is it a bead used to store spirit treasures? It's still 2 yuan, and 200 yuan is too expensive for me."

The stall owner actually took advantage of the situation and bargained with him: "Then how much do you think is suitable?"

Fu Chenyin: "...No."

Lan Zhi said, "No hurry, I'll take a look."

She knelt down and looked into the bag for a while, then asked, "Can I pour it out?"

The stall owner spread out a piece of cloth and poured a bag of beads on the cloth with a splash: "Look at it."

Lan Zhi really looked at them one by one.

Fu Chenyin said that it was used to match the beads used to store spirit treasures, but in fact he was only half right. Lan Zhi flipped through and found that there were all kinds of beads in it, including many beads used to make bead curtains.

The aristocratic family pays attention to ostentation, the bead curtains are all made of spiritual silk, and the beads are made of gemstones, so there is some star energy mixed in, making it difficult to tell which one is better.

Lan Zhi thought about it for a while, and felt that the stall owner probably did it on purpose, mixing beads of different qualities together, and letting interested buyers choose by themselves.

Regardless of whether the selected ones are expensive or not, he will charge skyward prices, and those who are interested basically cannot escape the fate of being slaughtered.

If he doesn't buy it, he can release it and sell it elsewhere. The buyer who chooses for a long time is tantamount to helping him work for nothing.

After all, it is always a bit different to be picked out by buyers among many beads.

All in all, this stall owner is a bit dark.

Lan Zhi has never been afraid of black people.

If you want to be black, so many things must be of high or low quality.

There are highs and lows, isn't the opportunity to pick up the leaks coming?
(End of this chapter)