After looking at the thousand-year-old spiritual wood, Xu Changshou's eyes finally fell on the owner of this thing. The one who sold the thousand-year-old spiritual wood was an old man in his sixties, with white hair on his temples. It can be seen that he is at least two hundred years old. "My junior brother, don't look at it, this is a thousand-year-old ebony." The old man stroked his beard and said lightly. "I know!" Xu Changshou nodded: "What a pity, what a pity, if there is no tumor scar..." The old man said proudly: "My junior brother, if this spiritual wood has no tumor scar, I would have sold it at a high price long ago, and it's your turn to talk about it." "That's right!" Xu Changshou put down the thousand-year-old spiritual wood, with a look of extreme regret in his eyes. His expression was both wanting and not wanting, very entangled. "My junior brother, if you want it, I can give it to you at a lower price." The old man said so.
In his opinion, it was not easy for someone to buy his spiritual wood, so he had to keep it no matter what. If it weren't for this tumor, his piece of thousand-year-old ebony would definitely sell for a good price. But because of this tumor, no one wants it. It's not good enough to refine flying swords, and can only refine some small items. "How much?" Xu Changshou was about to leave, and after hearing the old man's words, he asked casually. "Four hundred spirit stones." The old man smiled. "You, keep it for yourself." After hearing this, Xu Changshou turned around and left. Just kidding, although thousand-year-old spirit wood is rare, it has a fixed price. Ordinary thousand-year-old spirit wood is generally fifty spirit stones per catty. If you encounter good quality or rare species, the price will be higher, and it will not exceed one hundred spirit stones per catty. The thousand-year-old spirit wood of this old man weighs about ten catties. If there is no tumor, it can be sold for about five hundred spirit stones. This ten catties of wood, plus some other refining materials, can be used to refine a flying sword. In addition to the craftsmanship of the weapon refiner, the flying sword refined is only worth about one thousand spirit stones. The quality of the flying sword refined by this spirit wood is average, not as good as the Qingfeng Sword, so the price is not high. The old man's spirit wood has a tumor and scar, which is not enough to refine a flying sword, so the price is another matter. Let alone four hundred spirit stones, even one hundred spirit stones will never buy it. "No, no, no, don't rush to leave, junior brother, the price can be negotiated." The old man stood up quickly and stretched out his hand to grab Xu Changshou's Taoist robe. Xu Changshou was unhappy: "What is there to negotiate, your four hundred spirit stones are too expensive, I can't afford it."
The old man smiled and said: "Junior brother, don't be so anxious, young man, I can ask for a high price, and you can pay it back on the spot, you say how much you are willing to buy, you make a price." "These!" Xu Changshou stretched out two fingers. The old man frowned: "Two hundred, a little less!" Xu Changshou shook his head: "Brother, don't misunderstand me, I said twenty." "Go away, don't make trouble." The old man was embarrassed and angry: "This is a thousand-year-old spiritual wood. You give me twenty spiritual stones. How dare you ask for it." "Hehe!" Xu Changshou smiled: "Brother, whether something is valuable depends on its value. Tell me, what can be refined from such a big tumor scar?" "Uh..." The old man was ashamed, and then said stubbornly : "Even if it can't be refined into anything, it is still a thousand-year-old spiritual wood. Let's do this. You give me 100 spiritual stones and this thousand-year-old spiritual wood belongs to you." "It's expensive, no, I'll give you 30 at most." "80, how about 80?" "40." "70, give 70." "50." "60, 60 will be fine." "Fifty, sell it or not." "Okay, 50 is 50." After some bargaining, Xu Changshou bought this thousand-year-old ebony wood for 50 spiritual stones. This price is ten times cheaper than the market price. But for Xu Changshou, whether there is a tumor or not has no effect at all. He uses the thousand-year-old spiritual wood to make paper, not to refine flying swords. It can be used with or without tumors. After buying the thousand-year-old spiritual wood, he glanced at Hu Tianyou's table. Li Linhao and others were still buying pills. Xu Changshou continued to stroll on the first floor. At this time, he came to the counter. There was a sign selling pills on the counter, which attracted Xu Changshou's attention. Xu Changshou walked over and took a look at the shopkeeper, who was white and fat, and his cultivation was at the Qi Refining Realm. Seeing Xu Changshou approaching, he hurriedly saluted respectfully: "Uncle Master, what do you want?" Xu Changshou pointed to the sign: "Do you also sell pills here?"
As far as he knew, Taiyi Building was the property of the Li family. Except for the ancestor Li Tong, the Li family did not have any outstanding alchemists. "We don't sell, we sell for others." "Who do you sell for?" Xu Changshou asked. "Danxia Peak?" the shopkeeper whispered. "Who from Danxia Peak?" Xu Changshou continued to ask. The shopkeeper smiled bitterly: "My uncle master, please don't embarrass me. What pills do you need? Just tell me. It's really inconvenient for me to tell you." "Yes!" Xu Changshou nodded: "Do you have Juling Pills?" "You want Juling Pills!" The shopkeeper's eyes suddenly opened wide. "Yes, do you have it?" The shopkeeper asked with concern: "Are you sure you want it?" Xu Changshou nodded seriously: "Of course I want it, but the premise is that the Soul Gathering Pills you sell here must satisfy me. I want to check the quality first." The shopkeeper was overjoyed: "The Juling Pill is on the second floor, please follow me." As he spoke, the shopkeeper led the way and took Xu Changshou to the most luxurious box on the second floor. At this time, there was a young man with red lips and white teeth sitting in the box. He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old and his cultivation was only at the eleventh level of Qi Refining. The shopkeeper introduced with a smile: "This man's surname is Zhang, and he is the one who sells pills." "Junior Zhang Hao, meet this uncle." The young man bowed and saluted respectfully. "You're welcome." Xu Changshou waved his hand, and a stream of Qi was pushed out, lifting Zhang Hao's body up. He couldn't imagine that the one who was responsible for selling pills was actually a cultivator at the Qi Refining realm. His surname was Zhang, could it be... a family member of Zhang Zongchang. Xu Changshou's thoughts moved, and he suddenly remembered that this young man was probably from the family of Zhang Zongchang of Danxia Peak. The reason was simple, this man's surname was Zhang, the same surname as Zhang Zongchang. Moreover, Liu Rushi once said that in the Green Immortal Sect, besides the sect, only Zhang Zongchang, the head of Danxia Peak, has the Gathering Spirit Pill. With Zhang Zongchang's identity, it is not suitable for him to participate in this exchange meeting to sell pills, so Hu Tianyou was sent to sell pills. The pills sold by Hu Tianyou are the pills of Danxia Peak.
And the pills sold by this young man are probably Zhang Zongchang's personal pills. Otherwise, it would not be so mysterious. Of course, this is inside the sect, and it is very safe here, otherwise, Zhang Zongchang would not dare to send cultivators in the Qi Refining Realm to sell pills.