Super Great Fortune Teller

"This corpse talisman was painted by the master before he emerged. Sell one and lose one. "

Wang Qian waited patiently for the stall owner's reply.

"200000 is the same price."

Wang Qian rubbed the Zhenshi Fu in his hand, and an inexplicable breath flowed on the surface of the Zhenshi Fu.

He can see that the master of this stall owner must have been a Taoist before he died, and his understanding of Taoist practice is much higher than that of Wang Qian. Like this kind of corpse subduing amulet, Wang Qian may need the pure Yang six heavy heaven to draw it.

The master of this stall master had absolutely reached the level of six grades in his life. Every time he broke through his own bottleneck, the practitioners rose to one grade. Now Wang Qian's cultivation strength is only the third day of pure Yang Wuji skill, which corresponds to three grades. In his hand, there are six grades of Zhenshi Fu, which is only 200000.

Thinking that the Fu he sold to Lin Wan asked her for several hundred thousand, Wang Qian felt sorry for Lin Wan. However, if he had the chance to come back, Wang Qian would still offer several hundred thousand. After all, life is priceless.

Looking at the Zhenshi Fu on the table, Wang Qian bought it without the slightest hesitation because of its natural Daoyun handwriting.

After receiving the talisman in his bag, Wang Qian felt once again that his bag almost didn't add much weight, but more than 800000 flowers went out.

"With these two things, plus Zhong Kui's Ghost hunting map, even if the Zombie's strength is more noble than mine after resurrection, I think it will be more sure to kill him at that time." Wang Qian thought in his heart.

Not long after Wang Qian left the booth.

Then a middle-aged man, who was not tall and gloomy, came to the stall and picked up one of the talismans.

As usual, the stall owner ignored the middle-aged man.

"How can I sell this talisman?" Asked the gloomy middle-aged man.

The stall owner said without looking up: "this is zhensha Fu. It was painted by my teacher during his lifetime. The teachers and students are advanced in their studies, and the talismans they draw are also powerful. This talisman is 200000 yuan, and you can't sell it for less than a cent. "

This gloomy middle-aged man, heard the stall owner's words, showed a disdainful smile: "100000."

The stall owner raised his head and frowned, looking at the middle-aged man.

Until the middle-aged man took out a token with the word Taiyi written on it.

The look of the stall owner changed in an instant.

"Taiyimen?" Exclaimed the stall owner.

The gloomy middle-aged man heard the stall owner's words, with a proud look on his face and said: "80000."

In such a short time, the Rune of the stall owner was once again reduced by 20000 by this gloomy middle-aged man, but the stall owner was sweating and said, "well, well, since you are from Taiyi, you can."

It can be seen that although there is some dissatisfaction in the eyes of the stall owner, his tone is still very polite.

Seeing the attitude of the stall owner, the gloomy middle-aged man snorted from his nostrils and said, "you know what you look like."

Then turn around and go.

When Wang Qian went back to Zhang Wenyong's booth, Zhang Wenyong was still peddling his compass there, but it was obvious that no one bought it.

Just when Wang Qiangang wanted to buy Zhang Wenyong's compass.

Before Zhang Wenyong's stall, a middle-aged man appeared. His voice was a little soft and he asked, "how can the boss sell a compass?"

His pronunciation is very stiff. From his stiff pronunciation, we can tell that this person is definitely not Chinese.

When Zhang Wenyong saw that there was business coming to him, he said, "800000."

When he heard Zhang Wenyong's offer, Wang Qian was happy. He didn't expect that it would be only half an hour. By the time he came back, Zhang Wenyong had lowered the price to 800000 yuan.

"800000?" Zhang Wenyong, the middle-aged man, is obviously dissatisfied with the price.

He picked up the compass, then looked up and down, left and right, as if trying to find some clues.

"It's too expensive, boss. It's cheaper. The upper edge of your compass is too worn. You can't see the dry and Earthly Branches clearly. Besides, the magnetic needle floating in the middle of the compass seems to be bent." The feminine middle-aged man was there to find fault with Zhang Wenyong's compass.

Sweat appeared on Zhang Wenyong's forehead. Wang Qian could see the water dripping from Zhang Mingyong's mask. He wanted to sell this compass to pay off a debt.

It can be said that this placed too much hope on him, but until now, there has been no buyer.

In front of him, a buyer appeared again, but he picked his nose and eyes, which made Zhang Wenyong's heart sink to the bottom.

"Is this Zhang Wenyong short of money recently?" Wang Qian is a little curious.

He saw Zhang Wenyong's face just now.

Zhang Wenyong can say that everything is good, but he is only obsessed with gambling. He is a gambler. He can be pitiful or hateful. It's their only characteristic to be desperate. "When Zhang Wenyong heard the man bargaining, he quickly said, "no matter how low the price is, it really won't be sold."

That feminine middle-aged man said calmly: "50000."

"What?"

When Zhang Wenyong heard his offer, he was stunned: "boss, are you kidding? You know, if I take this compass to an antique shop to sell it, I'm afraid it's more than that price. It's very easy to sell it for 100000 yuan. You can erase so much as soon as you open your mouth. "

At this time, before Wang Qian came to the booth, he picked up the compass on the table. Wang Qian had already heard about it, and he was very disgusted with the middle-aged man's practice.

If you don't like such a thing, you don't have to slander it, but you slander it just to make yourself spend less. That's what Sun Tzu does. Wang Qian won't tolerate his grandson.

Wang Qian held the compass in front of his eyes, looked at it carefully, and then said, "how much is the compass, boss?"

Zhang Wenyong knows the identity of Wang Qian. He knows that Wang Qian is a prime minister, but he doesn't know his financial resources. How much money can a 20-year-old have?

Zhang Wenyong gave up and said, "little brother, if you want to buy it, I will sell it to you for 200000 yuan."

Wang Qian was about to nod his head, but unexpectedly, the middle-aged man with a medium figure and a soft voice offered again: "300000."

Wang Qian can clearly see that the soft middle-aged man showed a scornful look at Wang Qian.

There was pride in his eyes.

Wang Qian can't stand the injustice. "400000."

The struggle between Wang Qian and this middle-aged man has attracted many people's attention. However, when they saw that Wang Qian and this man were fighting for a humble geomantic compass, they didn't pay more attention.