Picked up a fairy island

Chapter 46 Trading
After some discussion, Yang Fan was very dissatisfied with the price proposed by Yin Lingzong, which was too low.

Spirit rice is in short supply in the world of cultivating immortals on earth, and it is very difficult to grow it. The key is that the earth's spiritual energy is dry, and only first- and second-rate sects have the capital to plant it.

According to the market price of the earth’s spiritual rice, the low-grade yellow-grade spiritual rice is about 3 low-grade spiritual stones per catty, the middle-grade 10 yuan per catty, and the top-grade spiritual rice is more expensive, as high as 30 yuan per catty.

It's a pity that there are very few sects that can grow high-grade Lingmi, and no sect can afford it. Besides, eating high-grade Lingmi is too extravagant, even the four strongest sects can't afford it.

As for Yang Fan's Golden Lingmi, it is the top-grade Lingmi of the yellow grade, and the effect is much better than that of the top-grade Lingmi of the same level.

But for this kind of Lingmi, the Yin Lingzong actually offered a price of 5 low-grade spirit stones per catty. At such a price, you can't even buy middle-grade Lingmi, let alone top-grade Lingmi.

But after thinking about it carefully, the Yin Lingzong is just a small sect. With his strength, perhaps this price is already a hemorrhage, but business is business after all, so Yang Fan cannot accept this price.

"No, it's too low. My lingmi is top-grade lingmi." Yang Fan shook his head, but after seeing Feng Tuzi's disappointed gaze, he said, "The minimum price is 10 yuan, and I've done my best for this price. I think Fellow Daoist Feng should understand that if I trade this spirit rice with other sects, I am afraid that 15 yuan per catty of low-grade spirit stones will be rushed to buy it!"

Feng Tuzi could not deny that it was indeed as Yang Fan said, but in his opinion, even if the Lingmi was 20 or 25, people would be scrambling for it. Of course, this was only limited to first- and second-rate sects.

"Feng Daoyou think about it carefully, is the price I offered a conscience price? This is because Yin Jiu and I know each other, and I also want to make friends with Guizong, or am I stupid?" Yang Fan took a big mouthful of beer, He burped.

Feng Tuzi took a deep breath, pondered for a long time, finally seemed to have finally decided something, blew out the beer in his hand and said, "Yes, but I only brought two thousand low-grade spirit stones with me when I came out this time. Give me two hundred catties, and come back after I go back and get enough spirit stones."

Yang Fan thought for a while, then smiled lightly, "Okay."

Nodding, he directly distributed two hundred catties of Lingmi from the storage, "Feng Daoyou, order some."

Seeing the sudden appearance of two hundred catties of Lingmi, Feng Tuzi and Yin Jiu were taken aback for a moment, especially Feng Tuzi glanced at Yang Fan with curiosity, but unfortunately did not find the storage bag or the storage ring something like that.

You must know that these two hundred catties of Lingmi are not much, but in terms of the world of cultivating immortals on Earth today, this storage container is already very large.

Almost most monks use storage bags, and the one-time storage space is only about 2 square meters. As for more advanced storage bags or storage rings, they are only used by the suzerains of first- and second-rate sects, or the elders of the supreme elders. Qualified to own.

Feng Tuzi was also curious, but didn't think much about it, after all, who doesn't have any secrets yet.

"This is two thousand low-grade spirit stones. Fellow Daoists, please count them." Feng Tuzi took out pieces of irregular-looking shiny stones that were the size of ping-pong balls and said.

This is the first time Yang Fan has seen Lingshi, so he was very curious about it, picked up one of them and played with it, it was a bit cold to start with, and secondly, it contained a lot of spiritual power.

This is already the case for low-grade spirit stones, but what about middle-grade or even top-grade spirit stones?
After a quick count, there were no more Lingshi, no less, exactly 2000 yuan.

"No problem." Yang Fan nodded and put away the spirit stone, and then remembered something, "Feng Daoyou, I wonder if your clan will accept spirit soldiers?"

"What?" Feng Tuzi was still immersed in the sea of ​​golden spirit rice, but was instantly awakened by Yang Fan's words, "Lingbing? Fellow Daoist, did I hear correctly?"

"Let's take a look, will the noble sect accept such a spiritual weapon?" Yang Fan took out a second-level top-grade spiritual weapon that he refined in his spare time from the storage.

This is a seven-inch long ice and fire sword, which is one of his trial products. Since it is engraved with the ice and fire spirit seal, it has become like this.

"Hiss~" Feng Tuzi's eyes lit up, and he picked up the Ice and Fire Sword with trembling hands to watch carefully. In short, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it. It just so happened that he was missing a spiritual weapon right now. what.

"Fellow Daoist, make an offer!"

"This...Feng Daoyou should look at it, anyway, I still have a lot of these things." Yang Fan didn't know the market of Lingbing in the world of immortal cultivation on earth, so after thinking about it, let Feng Tuzi look at it.

"Ah, there are... still many more?" Feng Tuzi buzzed his head, and almost shook the ice and fire sword in his hand to the ground.

As for Yin Jiu who was on the side, she was too scared to speak.

"Could fellow daoist be a craftsman?" Feng Tuzi suddenly thought of something, and asked respectfully.

"It's just a small fight, not a refiner." Yang Fan pretended to be very calm.

Hearing this, Feng Tuzi has already confirmed that Yang Fan is a craftsman, my god, a craftsman, I, Feng Tuzi, can actually meet such a noble craftsman in my lifetime?
"Yin Jiu, quickly pinch him as a teacher."

"..." Yin Jiu, it's so good, what did I do to pinch you, besides, you are the most vengeful guy, if I really pinch you, then I will have a good life in the future?

"Feng Daoyou? Are you okay?" Yang Fan stretched out his hand and waved Feng Tuzi's youth, and said again, "To be honest, I don't understand the market of spiritual soldiers in the world of cultivating immortals on Earth, so you can offer the price of this spiritual soldier, don't worry, Give you a friendly price."

Feng Tuzi quickly calmed down, thought carefully and said, "Based on the current market price in the world of cultivating immortals, this spiritual weapon of fellow daoist can be sold for about 2500 to 3000 low-grade spirit stones."

Fuck, so valuable?

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, but then he was extremely excited. You must know that he has many spiritual soldiers like this, and they are all hands-on skills in their spare time.

In short, he seemed to have seen a large wave of spirit stones rushing towards him at this time.

"Okay, then how about I count 2000 low-grade spirit stones for fellow daoists?"

"Really...really?" Feng Tuzi was very excited, wishing he could hug Yang Fan and kiss him hard.

"Fellow Daoist, calm down!"

"Hey, I was thinking about it, sorry." Feng Tuzi cupped his fists, then quickly took out the spirit stone he had saved for a long time, took out 2000 and handed it to Yang Fan.

At the end of the transaction, Yang Fan sighed happily and at the same time received another sum of money, looked at Feng Tuzi who kept stroking the ice and fire sword, and said, "Daoist friend, after you go back this time, you forgot to give more publicity to me. If there is a need, I can also help refine spirit weapons."

"No problem." Feng Tuzi carefully put away the ice and fire sword, and patted his chest in agreement.

After chatting for a while, Feng Tuzi bid farewell and left.

Yang Fan hurriedly took out a pot of Lingquan from the storage to calm down his excited mood, then looked at Yin Jiu who had just sent Feng Tuzi back, thought for a while, and took out a two-piece from the storage. High-level spirit soldier gloves.

"Xiao Jiu, you did a good job this time, and this spirit weapon will reward you."

"Boss, this..." Yin Jiu took over the Lingbing, feeling like she was dreaming.

"Look at your ambition, you're just a second-level spiritual soldier, so why get excited, as long as you follow me and work hard, there will be better ones in the future."

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Once upon a time there was a novelist who voted every day.

In the end, this man married ten wives who were as beautiful as flowers and jade, and he was sitting on a family property of hundreds of millions.

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(End of this chapter)