Chapter: 2695

This made everyone a little unpredictable. Gradually, the nearby monks also moved closer, pointing at this dagger. The price of this dagger is indeed mouth-watering. I really want to buy it, but it is so cheap The price indirectly proves that this dagger is not as simple as they seem on the surface, but if you don't buy it, you can't refine it, and if you can't refine it, you can't find out the details of this dagger.

Therefore, like Ling Dong, everyone was hesitant, yet reluctant to leave.

When there were more people, the other things on the stall sold well. Only the dagger was asked, but no one sold it.

"Forget it, let's collect five desert coins each, and take it down. If there is any problem, we will admit it. It's a big deal, and then sell it. What do you think?"

Di Yan said via voice transmission.

He included Ning Qi.

Ling Dong, Ye Zicheng and the others were startled for a moment, and after a moment of consideration, they made a decision and nodded their heads. How could everyone not have a dozen or so desert coins to defend themselves in private? It's nothing if one person takes out five pieces.

"I have run out of desert coins, so I won't participate in it."

Ning Qi smiled lightly.

Di Yan was slightly taken aback, then gritted his teeth, and said, "Well, fellow Daoist Beixuan, I'll help you pay for your share of desert coins first, what do you think?"

"That's fine too."

Ning Qi nodded.

He could see clearly that there was nothing wrong with this low-grade magic weapon itself, and that it was sold so cheaply, the problem might have come from its background!

"We want it, thirty desert coins!"

Di Yan stepped forward and said.

"Wait! I'll offer thirty-two!"

Suddenly a monk next to him offered a price.

"This is not an auction, first come, first served!"

Di Yan glanced at the monk dissatisfied.

"It depends on the boss."

The monk looked expectantly at the middle-aged stall owner.

"The highest price wins."

The middle-aged stall owner smiled lightly, and a sly look flashed in his eyes. Seeing this, Ning Qi couldn't help but raise his mouth slightly. This guy probably guessed a long time ago that if one person makes an offer, there will be a second one. He set the price. The price of thirty desert coins is actually just a reserve price.

"Shameless!"

A trace of anger flashed in Di Yan's eyes.

The middle-aged stall owner smiled and didn't mind the emperor

Yan looked at everyone with eyes full of encouragement for his opinion.

"I will offer thirty-five desert coins!"

Finally, the third monk made an offer.

The monks who were still a little hesitant in their hearts were all occupied by greed at the moment, asking prices one after another, but they still had the last rationality, that is, they still remembered that this dagger might be a defective low-grade magic weapon. In the end, there were no more than forty-five.