Multifunctional Sword Cultivation Starts from Taxi

Ye Zhe turned around and saw that the person speaking was also a middle-aged man. But compared to Zhang Yuanpei, this middle-aged man was much more well-dressed. He was wearing a straight and solemn magic armor, and the accessories on it were all magic weapons. He looked like a walking man. A treasure trove of magical treasures, a living rich man.

As he walked over, the nearby monks subconsciously took two steps back. If sword cultivators are the most courageous and ruthless, then the weapon refiners are the most intimidating, especially these bejeweled guys. Their main battle The way is to smash the magic weapon.

Whoever has more magic weapons and whoever is more powerful is more powerful, but any magic weapon is worth money.

To be honest, as a sword cultivator, Ye Zhe is not afraid of any profession but the weapon refiner. Not only is he afraid, but all sword cultivators are afraid, because they can throw three or five magic weapons to entangle your flying sword. Then use seventeen or eighteen magic weapons to smash you into the mud.

Seeing this kind of weapon refiner covered with magic weapons, Ye Zhe subconsciously wanted to retreat. But there is a kind of weapon refiner who is not scary, the poor weapon refiner, such as...

Ye Zhe turned his head and glanced at Zhang Yuanpei. This middle-aged man came over inconspicuously and made a bottle for Ye Zhe casually. He was dressed simply, how could he look like a refiner? But he was called a master of weapon refining?

Weapon Refiner and Weapon Refining Master not only have the word "big" added, but being called a master means that he has representative works and has a certain reputation. For example, the Weapon Refining Master that Ye Zhe has heard of is Zhang Yijian. A master who is particularly good at refining flying swords. His representative works include Zongyun Sword, Sky Splitting Sword, Lightning Sword, etc.

Does Zhang Yuanpei have any representative works? Can you be called a master?

"Humph, it's you Liu Baoqing again." Zhang Yuanpei flicked his sleeves and grunted: "If you don't accept it, just bid. Don't complain."

"Haha, bidding is necessary, otherwise everyone will think that the master of weapon refining is a liar and a blind person, and the price of the top-grade Peiyuan Dan is only 300,000, which is a loss." Liu Baoqing said in a long tone with a sarcastic look on his face, and then turned around Ye Zhe said kindly: "My little friend, can you sell the Peiyuan Pill to me? I will pay you 500,000 for one."

"Six hundred thousand." Before Ye Zhe could answer, Zhang Yuanpei had already raised the price.

"Seven hundred thousand." Liu Baoqing answered calmly.

"Ninety." Zhang Yuanpei jumped directly to nine hundred thousand.

"One million."

Zhang Yuanpei shook his sleeves, grunted, and left without even saying hello.

Ye Zhe stayed there in a daze. Without saying a word, the price of Peiyuan Dan jumped from 300,000 to 1 million. Eighty pills were sold, earning a huge sum of 80 million.

When Liu Baoqing saw Ye Zhe staying there, he curled his lips and said with a sarcastic smile: "Haha, are you so happy that you are stupid? I let you get a bargain and let Zhang Yuanpei take advantage of it. I will be happy to spend tens of millions more."

As he spoke, he picked up the bottle, poured out the pills and counted them. Then he flipped his hands and pulled out a bag. He counted four hundred and seventy-one spiritual stones and threw them to Ye Zhe: "The current price of low-grade spiritual stones is one hundred and seventy thousand." "

After saying that, I wanted to pour the elixir back into the bottle.

Ye Zhe liked this bottle very much. When he saw it, he quickly said: "The bottle was just made by Master Zhang."

Sure enough, Liu Baoqing had an expression on his face as if he had stepped on shit. He threw the bottle on the ground and cursed: "Dirty my elixir." He took out a bag of his own and filled it with the elixir. Liu Baoqing walked away quickly. Drive away.

Ye Zhe put away the crystal, picked up the bottle, and quickly left the venue under the envious eyes of people around him.

After staying in a secluded place outside the venue for a long time, and seeing no one following him, Ye Zhe held the crystal in his arms and breathed a sigh of relief. More than four hundred and seventy crystals are already a huge sum of money, and it will be very troublesome if someone takes advantage of the money.

Looking back on the situation at that time, Ye Zhe felt that he had made a profit. Although high-grade elixirs were expensive, they were not as expensive as a million. Zhang Yuanpei's asking price was on the low side, but of course he had to go lower when buying the goods. , human nature.

So Ye Zhe didn't think there was anything wrong with Zhang Yuanpei, but he didn't have a very good impression of Liu Baoqing. There was always a condescending feeling in his words, and he thought the price was too high, a kind of charity. He thought Ye Zhe was taking advantage, and even called Ye Zhe kid.

Admittedly, judging by his age, there is nothing wrong with him calling Ye Zhe a kid, but his tone is really unpleasant.

At this moment, someone walked quickly towards Ye Zhe's position. Feeling the aura approaching, Ye Zhe quietly touched the flying sword in his arms.

A figure came out of the corner, and it was Zhang Yuanpei. His eyes lit up when he saw Ye Zhe, and he came over without warning. He ducked around the corner and looked back carefully.

Seeing that no one was following him, Zhang Yuanpei turned around and said, "Brother, do you still have the same quality of Peiyuan Pill? If so, can you transfer one bottle to me? Three hundred thousand a pill is indeed a bit low. , but I can’t give you a price as high as one million, let’s give it half a million, which can be converted into 240 spirit stones, is that okay?”

Ye Zhe shook his head and said, "I don't have any more. I only have the bottle I just had. I sold them all, so I kept ten pills for myself." In order to increase his persuasion, Ye Zhe also gave away the eleven pills he had left for himself. Pour it out.

When Zhang Yuanpei saw that it was true, he sighed in disappointment. After all, if he could get high-quality Peiyuan Pills through channels, how could he keep more than a dozen pills for himself? Wouldn't it be better to sell them all?

Ye Zhe quickly asked: "Why do you insist on the high-grade Peiyuan Pill? You can use the middle and lower-grade ones. I just saw several sellers of Peiyuan Pill at the venue."

Zhang Yuanpei said disappointedly: "Under normal circumstances, there is really no need for this. Although the middle and lower quality Peiyuan Pills have more impurities, one pill is not enough to take two pills. Impurities can be solved by squatting in the toilet. However, there is a situation where a high-quality pill is indispensable, that is, patients who cannot take care of themselves."

"Oh, uncle, do you have patients at home?" Ye Zhe suddenly realized that the biggest difference in the quality of Peiyuan Pills is not only the efficacy, but also the impurities. The efficacy can be solved by increasing the dosage, but the impurities cannot be reduced.

A normal cultivator can take a few more pills, and at most he can squat in the toilet to solve it. If it is a patient lying in bed, he does not have this ability. The impurities in Peiyuan Pills cannot be discharged by gastrointestinal peristalsis.

"Yes, I rely on Peiyuan Pills to strengthen my body and nourish my essence, and I am hanging on to my life. Unfortunately, high-quality Peiyuan Pills are hard to find. Pharmacies are reluctant to sell them to alchemists for their own use. Occasionally, some are intercepted by others, haha." Zhang Yuanpei laughed bitterly at himself.

Ye Zhe quickly offered the ten pills in his hand: "Uncle, I still have ten here, you can use them first."

"Ah? Is that okay? Didn't you save them for yourself?" Zhang Yuanpei said in surprise.

"The patient is more important, I will buy some medium and low-quality ones for my own use later." Ye Zhe said.

"Great, thank you so much, I will give you money, thank you so much." Zhang Yuanpei hurriedly thanked him, and turned out a stack of cards, counted ten cards and stuffed them into Ye Zhe's hand.

Ye Zhe took a look and found that it was a bearer voucher of one million yuan from the bank of the Equipment Refiner Association.

As the name suggests, vouchers are used instead of currency. After all, no one will go out with hundreds of millions of yuan. The quality of spirit stones varies and the price is not fixed. This large voucher is very practical.

The material of the voucher is neither gold, wood nor jade, which is very special. According to the Refiner Guild, the formula of this material is confidential and no one can forge it. Anyone with it can go to any outlet under the Refiner Guild Bank and exchange it for equivalent spirit stones or universal coins.

Few people will exchange universal coins, unless they want change, because the reputation of universal coins is not as high as that of the Refiner Guild. However, the vouchers are all large amounts, with the minimum denomination of 100,000, so there is room for universal coins.

But Zhang Yuanpei gave too much money, right? Didn't he say 500,000 per piece? Now he gave 10 million for 10 pieces?

"I can't let you suffer a loss. You negotiated the price with Liu Baoqing, and sold it to him for 1 million per piece. Now you are kind enough to transfer it to me. I am embarrassed not to add more money. I can't let you suffer a loss again. But next time if you have such a pill, I can't afford such a price. 500,000 per pill. If you can get it, I hope you can sell it to me." Zhang Yuanpei said sincerely.

"Okay, I'll find you if I get this kind of elixir again. I'm a taxi driver, so I have many chances to meet alchemists." Ye Zhe said with a smile while taking out the ribbon. When he said this, he had already made up his mind that he would sell part of the next batch of Peiyuan Dan to Zhang Yuanpei.

Not for his patients, not for his down-to-earth character, but just to make friends with a master of refining, it's worth doing this favor.

Not everyone is worth making friends with, such as Liu Baoqing just now. Even if you do favors to curry favor with him, he will only be despised by him. On the contrary, Zhang Yuanpei's down-to-earth character who would rather suffer a loss than let others suffer a loss is more worthy of making friends.

"Thank you so much, this is my He Shuxin code, remember to contact me." After thanking him repeatedly, Zhang Yuanpei finally walked away, and Ye Zhe also sighed.

When Zhang Yuanpei first appeared, he was like an obsessive-compulsive patient who didn't care about the world. Because the elixir was put into an inappropriate wooden bottle, he also refined a porcelain one on the spot, but those elixirs were not his yet.

And now, he behaves like a middle-aged man bent by reality, grateful for the kindness of others, which is really sad.

After seeing Zhang Yuanpei off, Ye Zhe returned to the venue to stroll around again and bought a lot of materials. However, he did not see the fifth-level alchemy furnace that he wanted to buy the most. Instead, he saw a ten-meter-high second-level alchemy furnace, which was set up in the northeast corner of the venue. It was being used for refining. The blazing true fire roasted the furnace body red, and no one knew what was being refined.

The surroundings were heavily guarded, and more than a dozen sword cultivators guarded to maintain order and prevent anyone from approaching. In addition to driving a taxi, guarding is also a profession that sword cultivators are more likely to engage in. Ye Zhe actually saw a familiar face among the guards.

Hongwu Hou, Ye Zhe's classmate, was one of the few people in the class who lost contact after graduation. He never attended a class reunion and never contacted everyone. Ye Zhe thought that he lost contact because it was inconvenient to contact after leaving Wuya Mountain. He did not expect to see him here.

Looking at the magic armor and flying sword on him, they are the same as those of others, and it seems that he has joined a sword cultivator guard organization.

Ye Zhe squeezed to the front of the crowd, and did not greet directly, but pretended to be a bystander, looking at the alchemy furnace, the alchemist, and the sword cultivators guarding, including Hong Wuhou.

Hong Wuhou obviously saw him, but pretended not to know him, and did not even stay on his face for a moment.

Ye Zhe expressed his understanding, shrugged and turned away. These days, not everyone is willing to keep in touch with people they knew before.

When he was in school, Hong Wuhou was a student who was even poorer than Ye Zhe. He couldn't even afford a sword embryo and was often bullied and ridiculed. Becoming a sword cultivator was not only a goal to strive for, but also the only way to escape fate, so he practiced very hard and found a job before graduation, because that job provided food, accommodation and flying sword uniforms.

Back then, Ye Zhe and him had a pretty good relationship, because Ye Zhe had never bullied him, but he had never taken care of him either. It was just an ordinary classmate relationship.

Since the other party didn't want to recognize him, Ye Zhe would not force it, just pretend that he didn't know this classmate.

After a round of searching, he didn't find a suitable alchemy furnace, but he bought a lot of materials. The Doubao Conference is indeed a good place to get bargains. At least the medicinal materials are of higher quality than those in Huichuntang, and there are no middlemen to make a profit. They are extremely cheap.

Spending the same price as last time, Ye Zhe bought four sets of materials for Peiyuan Dan. The quality of each medicinal material is higher than that bought in the pharmacy, and Qingmiao pulled his head red.

He went home with a bunch of materials and prepared to come again tomorrow, but as soon as he left the stadium, Qingmiao told him: "Someone is following you."

"What? Are you sure?" Ye Zhe asked.

"Yes, there are two, a sword cultivator and a strongman, who have been following you since you entered the stadium for the second time. I said that the stadium was too small and it might be a coincidence, but now they are following you, it is not a coincidence." Qingmiao said.

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