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"Damn, the unprofitable shop has started to use the second-grade monster bones for lottery again."

"Didn't they say it was gone?"

"I heard from others, why don't we go and have a look?"

"Let's go and have a look."

The two monks who were eating at a nearby restaurant quickly finished their spiritual rice and ran all the way to Ye Buwen's unprofitable shop.

Little did they know that they were already a step late.

The shop was already crowded with people, and the monks lined up outside the door.

At this time, an excited shout came from inside the door.

"A single draw will produce a miracle, I got it."

"Damn, shit luck, it came out in just over fifty draws. My golden position!" A monk in the back row wailed.

The way to play this game is that the later you are, the higher the probability of winning.

Especially after a hundred draws, the success rate rises rapidly.

Many monks will find the right time to queue up for this position.

But it is ultimately a game based on luck.

If the cultivator in front of him is lucky enough to win, this best position will become the worst position, filling the pool for others.

Zhu Mingwu was shocked while working.

He was not shocked by the popularity of the store, but by Ye Buwen's strength.

He, a child at the third level of Qi Refining, could see that the store owner was at the first level of Qi Refining.

Why could he find so many freshly killed second-grade monster bones?

He couldn't have killed them all by himself.

Zhu Mingwu shook his head.

At the first level of Qi Refining, no matter how strong he was, how strong could he be.

Even if he specialized in physical cultivation, it would be impossible, because physical cultivation is more difficult than cultivating immortals.

The only possibility is that the store owner hid his cultivation, and the first level of Qi Refining was his cover.

His real cultivation must have reached the foundation building.

Zhu Mingwu thought he had found the truth and was proud and complacent.

But thinking that he was working under the nose of a foundation building, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

The store owner's cultivation was so high, how dare he be so arrogant and quit his job anytime and anywhere?

He wanted to quit after this month, and take the first spiritual stones he earned to see the beautiful female cultivator who was said to have fallen into prostitution.

"Little cultivator, are you in heat? Identify and register it for me."

A cultivator patted the table and handed over the ore in his hand.

Zhu Mingwu felt embarrassed as if he had been exposed, and he quickly picked up the spiritual object for identification.

"Shangxian, a spiritual agate with a purity of 70%, worth 46 spiritual stones."

After a moment of distraction, he got busy again.

In front of the spiritual medicine shelf, a scalper cultivator was quickly buying goods.

He glanced and found a 50-year-old first-grade medium spiritual medicine.

"Fuck, baby."

He was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and reached out to take it.

But a fan hit his hand instantly.

Then, while he was not prepared, a hand snatched the spiritual medicine he liked.

The scalper monk looked at the owner of the hand and said angrily: "Zhu Zili, you are an immoral dog. I took a fancy to this spiritual medicine first."

The monk with a fan and a sharp face and a face like a profiteer took the spiritual medicine and smiled: "What if you took a fancy to it? I got it, I paid for it, and it's mine. The things here are cheap and good, and they are available to those who are quick or slow."

The scalper monk was angry: "Just wait, who is afraid of who if you play dirty."

The same scene was played in many places on the shelf.

Because there are too many good and cheap spiritual medicines, whether you use them yourself or take them out for resale, you will make a profit if you buy them.

In addition, there are many rare and unpopular first-grade spiritual medicines here.

Many monks who lack special spiritual medicines ran to look for them as soon as Ye Buwen's store opened.

As another second-grade monster bone was drawn out.

Zhou Yi held a pair of wolf bones to exchange the prizes.

The pupils of several ninth-level Qi Refining monks shrank instantly when they saw the wolf bones.

Because there was a faint wood spirit shaking on the wolf bone's skull.

Zhou Yi put the prize on the table and prepared to put in the white bead as if it were an ordinary second-grade monster wolf bone.

"Don't worry, this lady."

A cultivator grabbed Zhou Yi's hand where the white bead was.

"What's the matter, fairy?" Zhou Yi broke free from the cultivator's hand and asked with dissatisfaction, frowning.

The offensive behavior of this male cultivator made her unhappy.

"I want to buy this bone directly. Is it possible?"

"Sorry, we don't sell second-grade monster bones in our store. If you like this bone, you can buy it from the cultivator who drew it."

"I'm willing to pay 400 spirit stones."

"Sorry, the owner said that monster bones are not for sale, only for drawing."

"Don't be so rigid. This monster bone is not profitable at all for drawing. Wouldn't it be better to sell it at a high price and earn more spirit stones?"

The cultivator was persistent and tried his best to persuade.

Zhou Yi understood that this guy probably saw something extraordinary about this bone and wanted to pick it up.

Her eyes rolled and a plan came to her mind.

Perhaps this opportunity could be used to make the store more famous and have a better reputation.

Zhou Yi smiled and said to the people around her in a mysterious way: "My master said that this set of monster bones is a little unusual."

"Everyone, seize the opportunity."

"By the way, I only put 150 white balls."

After that, Zhou Yi walked into the counter with a cat-like step and graceful manner.

The male monks couldn't help swallowing their saliva when they saw Zhou Yi's hips wrapped in a black skirt and her snow-white straight legs.

In their hearts, they secretly envied Ye Buwen for having such a beautiful maid with such a good figure.

But now there is no time to indulge in beauty.

The monks shook their heads and focused their attention on what Zhou Yi had just said.

Monster bones are unusual?

What's unusual about it? Why can't they see it?

Many knowledgeable monks secretly thought that something was wrong.

They immediately took out their storage bags, checked their belongings, and went to line up.

Their actions cannot be concealed from others.

Who can play lottery in this store without a little bit of scheming? Their eagerness to trade dozens of forced draws cannot be hidden from anyone.

The monks' eyes became a little unusual, and the crowd was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

"I know, the demon bone of this Emerald Green Wolf King has the inheritance bone of demonic arts."

Zhu Mingwu looked at the monster bones and shouted suddenly.

Many monks were shocked.

"Isn't the inheritance bone a precious thing that has a chance of allowing monks to learn sorcery?

It is said that only monsters with extraordinary talents and strong bloodline can exist, and it is rare for one monster to appear in a thousand. "

This precious thing instantly made all the monks' eyes become fiery.

"Sister Yi, can I smoke too?"

Zhu Mingwu said anxiously to Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi concealed her heartache and showed a scary smile to Zhu Mingwu.

"No. The master said that the lottery is all about giving back to customers."

She secretly sent a message and cursed: "What kind of appraiser do you think you are? You can miss such good things."

Zhu Mingwu felt a little aggrieved.

It was also the first time for him to see this kind of thing. He had no experience at all, and he didn't even think about it when he appraised it.

And only monks who are at the ninth level of Qi Refining and have excellent spiritual consciousness and spiritual energy perception can see the clues about this thing.

If someone hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have thought of it.

But he didn't refute.

Because he is an appraiser, if he fails to appraise a good thing, he is disqualified as an appraiser.

The crowd in the store instantly became restless.

The monk shouted long live the boss while queuing up.

What kind of position does such a precious thing have? You should spend all your wealth to maximize the number of draws.

"Don't worry, don't break things."

Zhou Yi stretched out her hand to calm her down and shouted.

But in the face of interests, the monks have lost their minds. No matter what the queue is, they all crowd in front of the counter and shout to Zhu Mingwu: "I'll come first, consign mine first."

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Zhou Yi hurriedly ran to Ye Buwen to explain the situation.

Ye Buwen and Lin Murong were thinking about how to refine the medicinal stone recipe of the Hundred Alchemy Bones.

After hearing Zhou Yi's report, he showed an interested expression on his face.

"The Bone of Demonic Art Inheritance, this is the first time I've heard of it."

He did not feel any pity for losing this inherited bone.

He gets lucky, but loses his life.

If you don’t have the vision to let others pick up your mistakes, you can’t blame others.

Ye Buwen walked out with Buwen, looking at the chaotic crowd with a smile.

The chaos showed that these monks were anxious.

Being anxious means that his shop is going to be famous and will soon become the talk of all the monks after dinner.

He walked into the counter and took Zhu Mingwu's place.

"Customers, don't worry, the small shop will not be able to do business if we are all crowded here."

"Boss, I'm here first, let me sell on consignment first." A monk said anxiously, holding a spiritual medicine in his hand.

"No rush."

"This monster bone is my way of giving back to the guests who have always supported me."

"It is precisely because of your support that this store can prosper."

"To give everyone a chance to win this precious thing."

"This lottery is limited to one draw per person."

Hearing Ye Buwen's words, the monks calmed down instantly.

One stroke by one person instantly cuts off the possibility of dozens of forced withdrawals.

"Boss, I won't sell it on consignment now."

"I won't buy it either."

The monk who had just rushed to consign the items immediately retracted his arm, fearing that he would be chosen first.

All the monks exited the counter in tacit agreement.

There was an eerie silence in the store.

Everyone stared, not prepared to be the first to go.

At the same time, news spread quickly that Ye Buwen wanted 150 inheritance bones.

Both the diners in the restaurant and the chefs and owners couldn't bear to rush to Ye Buwen's shop to see if they had a chance to participate in the lottery.

The door of his store was instantly crowded with people.

Countless people wanted to squeeze into the store.

But the store was already packed with people.

Those inside don’t want to be squeezed out, and those outside want to come in.

Ye Buwen said to Zhou Yi and Zhu Mingwu's maids: "Go and surround the customers' consignment shelves, and be more careful. Don't let the guys who fish in troubled waters take away our customers' things."

With so many people in the store, it's inevitable that some guys have bad intentions and will reach out and stuff valuable things into their storage bags when they see them.

Ye Buwen looked at no one and sighed: "I originally wanted to give back to the customers, but I didn't expect that no one would smoke."

"In that case, I'll smoke it myself."

Ye Buwen walked to the consignment shelf and selected a few pieces of high-purity and expensive ore to buy.

"I'm going to pull it out. Don't blame me if I pull it out."

"Boss, it's not kind of you to take action personally." A monk teased.

"I can't help it. No one wants to smoke."

Ye Buwen spread his hands helplessly.

"I'm going to smoke."

Ye Buwen said something and turned the lottery machine.

The sound of beads rolling in the crystal ball instantly attracted everyone's attention.

The red ball was tumbling in it, approaching the mouth of the ball several times, which was frightening to watch.

Fortunately, the final result is white.

The monks breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Buwen started to smoke again.

A monk couldn't hold it any longer and slapped five spiritual stones on the table.

"Boss, five spirit stones, give me this chance."

Ye Buwen returned the spirit stones and said indifferently: "No need for spirit stones, I'll treat you."

The monk did not accept it, but took the joystick and started to draw.

After shaking for a long time, the beads fell.

The monk opened it expectantly to check the results.

White.

"Hahahaha, it seems that this bone of the inheritance of demon arts is not for me."

The monk clasped his fists to Ye Buwen and said admiringly: "Boss, you are so generous, I admire you. I wish you a prosperous business."

After that, the monk squeezed into the crowd and left with a little loss, and threw the spirit stones on the counter.

"Boss, I will also buy the next chance to draw for five spirit stones."

A burly monk threw down the spirit stones and started to shake without saying much.

It's a pity that it was a white bead.

The burly monk also clasped his fists to Ye Buwen: "Boss, you are a hero, I wish you a prosperous business."

"Let me borrow your good words."

Ye Buwen smiled slightly.

After that, the burly monk left directly, very casually.

With the first two people as an example, the people behind followed suit.

Without talking about consignment or buying things, they just threw down five spirit stones and started drawing, and left after drawing.

Before leaving, he said a blessing to him.

This made Ye Buwen feel awkward, with a pile of spirit stones in front of him, it was not good to take them, and it was not good not to take them and throw them away.

In the 113th draw of this lottery, a young man at the sixth level of Qi Refining won this rare monster inheritance bone.