City’s Peerless Immortal Doctor

Ren Tianfu and the stall owner also saw the identity of the middle-aged warrior, and their faces showed a little awe.

The Danding Pavilion is like a cloud, and its core disciples have the foundation and perfect cultivation base, and the leader of the sect like Lingxu Palace has the same strength.

Therefore, facing the middle-aged warrior who suddenly appeared, both Ren Tianfu and the stall owner felt the pressure and looked in awe.

The stall owner asked cautiously: "Senior, do you really plan to buy this thing?"

The middle-aged warrior said with an impatient look: "Of course!"

"it is good!"

The stall owner suddenly smiled and said, "Okay! It's done! You take out 10,000 sacred inferior spirit stones, this thing will be yours!"

The middle-aged warrior nodded, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and reached out to grab the stick on the stall.

Next, he only had to put 10,000 holy spirit stones into the space ring of the stall owner, and the one-foot-long wooden stick would be his rightful possession.

"Wait!"

Fang Bai stretched out his hand and took the piece of wooden stick first, and said to the stall owner dissatisfied: "We have already negotiated the price, and you agreed to sell it to me. Why did you suddenly change your mind? Did you do this business? ?"

The stall owner also knew that it was a bit unkind to do this, but when he sold the stick to Fang Bai, he could only earn a thousand spiritual stones, while selling it to a middle-aged warrior could earn several times, no more Offending the middle-aged martial artist, he accompanied the smiling face and said in white: "Little brother, please forgive me! I am a small business, so I can make a little more. This senior paid a high price, so I will naturally sell it to him. Oh, there are other good things on my stall, why don't you take a look? What do you think, I can give you a cheaper one. How?"

Ren Tianfu also winked at Fang Bai again and again, thinking that Dan Ding Pavilion's core disciple was not easy to provoke. Since the other party wants the broken stick, you can let him go, so as not to offend the other party and cause trouble.

Fang Bai didn't seem to see Ren Tianfu's wink, and said straightly: "I just fell in love with this piece of wooden stick, the others are not interested!"

The stall owner smiled bitterly: "Little brother, don't embarrass me!"

The middle-aged warrior turned his head and glanced at Fang Bai, his face full of dissatisfaction, the cold light disappeared in his eyes, and the little **** who was thinking where he came from, actually dared to grab something with himself, did not see the core of Danding Pavilion on his body. Does the disciple serve?

"He gave out 10,000 sacred goods and lower class spirit stones, right? Well, I give out 11 thousand dollars! You have nothing to say, right?"

Fang Bai said suddenly.

"This……"

The stall owner wanted to say, "Little brother, this has nothing to do with the price. I really don't want to offend the disciples of Danding Pavilion", but he said just now that the stick has the highest price. If it goes wrong, it will definitely make people laugh.

After all, now around his booth, there are already many warriors watching the excitement, everyone's ears are still working!

"Ten thousand pieces of holy grade medium spirit stone!"

The middle-aged warrior didn't even look at Fang Bai, and directly quoted a price that amazed the surrounding warriors.

It is also ten thousand spiritual stones, but the value of the medium-level spiritual stones of the sacred grade to the martial artist is several times that of the lower-grade spiritual stones of the sacred grade.

The stall owner was also shocked, feeling that his throat was a little dry, licked his lips, and subconsciously looked at Fang Bai.

"Eleven thousand pieces of holy grade medium spirit stones!"

Before the stall owner could speak, Fang Bai spoke again.

The middle-aged warrior beside him raised his brows, and when he looked at Fang Bai again, his eyes were already a little dull.

He could see that this young warrior had the will to win the stick. If he continued to increase the price, he would definitely increase it again.

But how could he, a disciple of the little sect who had only half a step of foundation-building cultivation, get so many sacred and medium-level spirit stones?

You know, even for a powerful sect like Danding Pavilion, only core disciples like him can come up with a small number of sacred middle-level spirit stones. Those disciples of the inner and outer courtyards with lower status than him are only sacred. Inferior spirit stones are available.

If it were changed to another place, the middle-aged warrior would directly slap Fang Bai in the air, grabbing the stick.

But in this Yanyang City, especially as a disciple of Danding Pavilion, he must abide by the rules of fair trade and cannot forcefully buy or sell, otherwise the reputation of Danding Pavilion will be damaged. Will spare him.

Therefore, even though his heart was extremely angry, he didn't dare to exert any pressure on Fang Bai, nor did he dare to force the stall owner to sell the stick to himself.

"Fang Bai, what are you doing?"

Ren Tianfu saw the anger in the eyes of the middle-aged warrior, he was frightened, and hurriedly pulled Fang Bai aside, and whispered: "Why are you using this broken stick? And, where are you from so many sages? Grade medium spirit stone?"

Now the palace lord Li Sanaxe, Wu Zhihua, and Sun Jing are still alive or dead, and if Fang Bai provokes the Danding Pavilion, it will be a disaster for Lingxu Palace.

Fang Bai grinned, raised the stick in his hand, and said, "Deacon, I think this stick is a treasure..."

"Baby shit!"

Ren Tianfu said angrily: "At this time, what you care about should be the safety of the palace owner and the two elders, not the broken wooden stick! You return the wooden stick to the stall owner!"

Fang Bai shook his head firmly.

"you……"

Ren Tianfu smiled with anger, pointing at Fang Bai, hating iron and steel, and said: "We have high hopes for you and focus on cultivation! You are so disregarded and ignorant of the general situation, how can you lead the Lingxu Palace in the future?"

Fang Bai didn't want to fall out with Ren Tianfu, but the piece of wooden stick in his hand was very important to him. Since he saw it, it was impossible to give him his hand.

"Little brother, Yang Fei, the core disciple of the Lower Pill Ding Pavilion, this piece of wooden stick may be the rhizome of some kind of elixir. I want to take it back and give it to the alchemist in the pavilion to refine the pill. How about you give it to me? Even if I, Yang Fei, owe you a favor!"

The middle-aged warrior held back the anger in his heart and whispered to the other side.

At this time, the stall owner also had some doubts, and secretly said: "Is it because I missed it, that inconspicuous wooden stick, turned out to be an extraordinary treasure? Otherwise, why is this Danding Pavilion disciple so eager to get it? "

After Yang Fei, the core disciple of Nadan Ding Pavilion, finished speaking, he fixed his eyes on Fang Bai, thinking that I was so polite, and it was my benevolence and righteousness. If you don't know anything about it anymore, don't blame me for being ruthless! I can't do anything to you on the bright side, but secretly I want to fix you, but there are 11 million ways to do it!

"Disciple Fang Bai in the outer courtyard of the Xia Lingxu Palace, I like this piece of wooden stick very much. How about you let me give it to me? Fang Bai owes you a favor!"

Fang Bai smiled "hehe" and almost repeated what Yang Fei had just said.

"Crack..."

With a crisp joint burst, Yang Fei's fist clenched.

"Fang Bai, right? Very good! I remember you!"

Yang Fei didn't fight with Fang Bai anymore. He glanced at Fang Bai coldly. After leaving this sentence, he turned and strode away.