Chapter: 2696

"How? Let's forget it?"

Di Yan asked everyone for their opinions with an ugly face.

"I have no opinion."

Ning Qi was the first to express his opinion. In his eyes, this dagger can at most be sold for money and has no other value. His Dragon Slaying Sword is infinitely stronger than this dagger.

"Fight! We offer forty-eight desert coins. If the price exceeds this price, we will not take it!"

Ling Dong gritted his teeth and said.

"I agree!"

"I... agree too..."

Ye Zicheng has some concerns.

But everyone else made a decision very quickly, even his sister. Naturally, he couldn't hesitate anymore, so he could only nod.

Each person offered eight desert coins. If the dagger could not be used, they would probably lose a lot.

"good!"

Di Yan nodded, and said to the middle-aged stall owner, "I will offer forty-eight desert coins."

"Forty-eight pieces, is there any price higher than this?"

The middle-aged stall owner nodded with a smile and glanced at everyone.

The monk who bid forty-five desert coins before was the first guy who wanted to rob Hu. He gave Di Yan and the others a vicious look, his lips moved, but he still didn't choose to speak.

"This dagger is yours..."

The middle-aged stall owner picked up the dagger, looked at Di Yan with a smile, and waited for his desert coins.

Di Yan breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know whether he was happy or disappointed. Anyway, he was in a mixed mood. When he got all the desert coins from Ling Dong and the others, a cold voice came in.

"I'll give you fifty desert coins. Such a low-grade artifact is so cheap. It's really worth it. Di Yan, you five poor ghosts, how dare you covet such a treasure? Forty-eight desert coins, such a price You can also take it? I really laughed to death."

Everyone parted ways, and a young man walked in slowly with two dog-legged subordinates. After he made an offer, he looked at Di Yan and the other five mockingly.

When Di Yan and the other five saw this young man, their expressions turned ugly.

"Master Shaogu, what do you mean by that!"

Di Yan said with a livid face.

"He is Feng Xi, the son of the owner of our Cold Wind Valley, a monk in the late stage of Dou Dan, who has condensed more than 2,600 storm laws, and his cultivation level is higher than that of Brother Di Yan. A few years ago, due to a small incident, He has hated us, so please be quiet later, if he knows that you met us, he will definitely hate you too, with Feng Si's temperament, he will definitely take it out on you!"

Gu Zhen, who hadn't spoken much, saw that Ning Qi was a little curious, so she reminded her via voice transmission.

Ning Qi was slightly taken aback, then nodded at her with a smile, Gu Zhen had already turned her gaze away, staring at Feng Si intently, the other party had probably been waiting outside for a long time, this was intentionally trying to humiliate them.

"What do I mean? Don't you understand? I mean to let you five poor ghosts go as far as you can. I want this dagger."

Feng Xi grinned grimly. This sentence immediately attracted the dissatisfied eyes of many monks.

Di Yan's expression changed, and he finally chose to swallow his anger. Seeing this, Feng Xi laughed, and threw fifty Damo coins to the middle-aged stall owner, "I want this dagger."