The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

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Ye Feng's speed is very fast.

It only takes a quarter of an hour to go from the Misty Peak to the beacon city.

"Hey, it turned out to be the head of Ye, you can come, really make the shop flourish!"

Seeing Ye Feng, the owner of Wuxuan Pavilion said with a grin, "By the way, a few days ago, the masters of the head of Ye had sold a number of spiritual tools here, the quality is very high, I want to buy another batch, I don’t know what the head of Ye means. How about it?"

"I'm here to sell spiritual weapons." Ye Feng threw 30 middle-grade spiritual weapons on the table, "Give me a price!"

"So much!" The owner of Wuxuan Pavilion's breath stopped.

He picked up a spiritual weapon and began to appraise it.

"This is a half-foot-long flying sword. It is as thin as a cicada's wing, and has fine workmanship. The formation of the pattern is like a natural fit. When used, it seems to be enlarged like a windward flying sword. It can sell at least two hundred low-grade spirit stones."

"This is a spear, hollow, but very tough. It has a special boosting rune. It becomes very sharp and good at stabs. The price is about 180 low-grade spirit stones."

…

In less than a quarter of an hour, the owner of Wuxuan Pavilion completed the inspection.

"Thirty low-grade spirit stones, a total of 5,800 low-grade spirit stones, how does Ye Master feel?"

This is the highest price the owner of Wuxuan Pavilion can give.

No matter how high he is, he will make less than half of his profit when he changes hands and sells it...

"Make a whole, six thousand yuan, and I must give me a middle-grade spirit stone." Ye Feng said his request.

"Um... OK!" The shopkeeper of Wuxuan Pavilion was so difficult, and only agreed after a while.

"I still have a higher quality spirit weapon." Ye Feng took out a medium-grade spirit sword that was as long as a ruler and placed it on the table.

Cang!

The crisp sword chant sounded, and the owner of Wuxuan Pavilion took a breath, excitedly held the spirit sword, and sighed: "This is a middle-grade spiritual weapon, how can Ye Zhangmen give it up?"

"My head...lack of money!" Ye Feng's old face blushed.

"Lack of money?" The shopkeeper of Wuxuan Pavilion chuckled, and suddenly said with a serious face: "Ye Zhangmen can be trusted more than me?"

Faced with this somewhat sudden question, Ye Feng was surprised: "What does the shopkeeper mean?"

"I want to sell this middle-grade spirit sword at the highest price, my suggestion is through auction." The owner of Wuxuan Pavilion said.

"Auction? What is the approximate price?" Ye Feng doesn't care about the method, he only cares about the price.

"This middle-grade spirit sword of Ye Zhangmen is exquisite in workmanship and excellent in quality. It is considered the top of all middle-grade spirit instruments. After the auction is successful, the transaction price will be at least 5,000 pieces of spirit stones!" The owner of Wuxuan Pavilion estimated road.

"So high?" Ye Feng raised his eyebrows.

A general middle-grade spirit weapon can sell two thousand spirit stones. As a result, the price of this spirit sword has more than doubled, and selling two pieces can make up a high-grade spirit stone.

"Okay, where is the auction?" Ye Feng became interested.

"My hometown, Longwu City, hundreds of miles away, is adjacent to Yunhuazong."

The owner of Wuxuan Pavilion smiled and said, "It is true that I am the son of the owner of the Chamber of Commerce's "Jumbo Pavilion"."

"Longwu City, Treasure Pavilion!"

Ye Feng searched for information about this city in his mind, and found that Longwu City was not a star-rated city, but there was a digital Juyuan Realm sitting in it.

The Jumbo Pavilion mentioned by the owner of Wuxuan Pavilion is a local chamber of commerce in Longwu City.

"It turned out to be the young master of Treasure Pavilion. No wonder Daoists have so many treasures in their hands. They can open a Wuxuan Pavilion that will never go bankrupt in Fenghuo City." Ye Feng showed a daze.

"Hey, it's all small business." The owner of Wuxuan Pavilion tore off the disguise of his body, revealing his true face.

This was a thin, white young man with slightly high cheekbones. He was different from his previous appearance. His eyes were shining with wisdom, and his forehead seemed to be written with two large words.

Profiteer!

"My real name is'Jiang Xinyu'."

The owner of Wuxuange grinned open, revealing eight big white teeth, which looked a bit silly and very confusing.

"Jiang Xinyu... credibility?" Ye Feng coughed, not knowing what to say, so he had to change the subject, "Friend Jiang Dao, when will we leave?"

"Anytime," Jiang Xinyu said.

"Then leave tomorrow morning." Ye Feng said.

Hearing that Longwu City is adjacent to Yunhuazong, he thought that he was going to Yunhuazong to learn the details of the sect's rising star, which happened to be included with the auction itinerary.

"Waiting at any time." Jiang Xinyu nodded.

Ye Feng put away the middle-grade spirit sword, sold the 30 low-grade spirit tools, and harvested 60 middle-grade spirit stones.

Then, he left Wuxuan Pavilion.

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The top of the misty peak.

"Tomorrow, we will go to the Yunhuazong to pay a visit. We will also go to the Treasure Pavilion in Longwu City to participate in the auction on the way. Whoever wants to go, sign up quickly."

Ye Feng stood on the ridge of the head hall and said to the disciples.

"I go!"

All the disciples raised their hands.

The flat-headed brother is even more exaggerated, raising his hands and feet.

"All right, except for the Thousand-Year Old Pine and the Squirrel Legion who stayed behind, everyone else is ready to go and observe and learn tomorrow morning."

After speaking, Ye Feng fell asleep and fell asleep.

…

Early the next morning.

Ye Feng sat on the spirit boat, the disciples sat behind him, and others sat on the back of the iron-clawed dragon eagle, while the flat-headed brother flew on his stomach, acting as a whistle.

Mo Ying sat at the end of the spirit boat and was in charge of the formation.

Over the beacon city.

"Ye Zhangmen, you came really early, this is my gods sailboat, please come up." Wuxuan Pavilion shop owner Jiang Xinyu stood on a double ship that was 20 meters long, 5 meters wide and 10 meters high. On the flying wooden boat, towards Ye Feng and his group arched hands.

Ye Feng looked down at the spirit boat under the seat, and then at Jiang Xinyu's divine wind boat, a sense of shabby was born spontaneously.

"What a beautiful sailboat!"

After boarding the deck of the Shenfeng Ship, the disciples of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com looked at the ship and found that the main body of the ship was a thousand-year-old hardwood. Times more.

"When the boss becomes rich, I must buy one." Ye Feng stood on the bow of the ship, spitting at Jiang Xinyu beside him.

"Shenfeng boat is not expensive, only six thousand six hundred and sixty-six low-grade spirit stones, and can not bargain, the homophonic ‘sixty six six six’, meaning smooth travel." Jiang Xinyu explained very patiently.

"Grass, a kind of plant, really expensive!" Ye Feng curled his lips.

He turned his head, looked at the iron-clawed dragon eagle squatting at the stern of the boat, and touched his chin.

At that time, travel times will have a card face.

God wind boat is very fast.

Near noon, everyone had reached the sky above a huge city that was about thirty miles long and wide, and landed directly in the center of the city.

"Forgot to tell Ye Master, that my father Jiang Yougan is not only the pavilion owner of Treasure Pavilion, but also the city owner of Longwu City." Jiang Xinyu introduced to Ye Feng next to him.

Ye Feng was speechless.

This pair of father and son, a homophonic "reputation", a homophonic "rich", the key is really rich, really enough!

"Head of Ye, I have sent a message yesterday, claiming that there will be a wonderful middle-grade spiritual artifact auction, so there will be many star-level sect masters coming in the auction later, and the transaction price will definitely not be low." Jiang Xinyu Smiled confidently.

"The preparations of fellow Taoists are really sufficient." Ye Feng admired.

As the God Sailboat stopped in front of the magnificent City Lord’s Mansion Hall, dozens of maids and guards immediately surrounded them, and they all bowed and said:

"Welcome Young City Master to go home. The luncheon is ready."

"Well, good job!" Jiang Xinyu was very satisfied, and led Ye Feng and his party down the Shenfeng Boat, and walked straight to the banquet hall not far away.