Chapter 653: Selling martial arts...Earth level?

Xiaoyu was obviously dazed, and nodded at him after a moment.

"of course can."

"We have professional appraisers to assess the value and guarantee you a suitable price."

"May I ask what grade of skills you are selling?"

Wang Xiaoke smiled and spoke softly.

"The things I want to sell... you may not be able to handle it, so let your landlord come forward?"

Yunxia rolled her eyes and interrupted out of the blue.

"What on earth can't be processed at our counter?"

"Master, do you think we are all free?"

Wang Xiaoke lowered his eyes and looked at Yunxia, ​​feeling unhappy.

He flipped his wrist and a book appeared out of thin air.

"I'm selling low-grade earth-level martial arts. Can you make the decision?"

"what!"

Everyone on the second floor looked at it together, all with shock in their eyes.

"Earth-level martial arts, such a precious thing, he wants to sell it?"

"How is it possible... Where did he get the Earth-level skills when he was so young?"

"Maybe he is a disciple from a great sect. You can see he has an extraordinary temperament."

"That's even more impossible. Immortal sects focus on inheritance and attach great importance to the skills."

"Disciples are not allowed to resell. Once discovered, the consequences will be severe."

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The guests came over here, whispering.

Xiao Yu's eyes widened: "Sir... are you sure it's an earth-level technique?"

"It's genuine." Wang Xiaoke put away the book: "But I don't like her tone."

"I heard there's a treasure house nearby. I'll go there and sell it."

Xiaoyu saw him turn around and leave, so she quickly called the shopkeeper over.

Just as Wang Xiaoke was about to go out, an old man came running over.

"Master, please stay!"

He looked at Wang Xiaoke with a smile on his face.

"I am Chu Xiong'an, and I am also the shopkeeper of Wanbaolou."

"I'm sorry for offending you before, please forgive me, sir."

The people around were terrified, because this was the owner of Wanbao Tower, and it was difficult for ordinary people to meet him.

Who is this young man to alarm such a big shot?

"We are sorry for not hosting you well this time. We will definitely give you an explanation."

"Please follow me upstairs to talk."

He glanced at the clouds behind him and snorted coldly with a gloomy face.

"As for you, you have offended our distinguished guest, so you will be dealt with according to the rules of this building."

Wang Xiaoke nodded his chin and followed Manager Chu upstairs.

Yunxia was struck by lightning and has not yet recovered.

In her opinion, how could a young man like her have such a big deal that would alarm the original poster?

I didn't expect that the person's casual move would use a local-level skill.

But she still didn't want to believe it. After all, this technique was too precious.

Even if it is placed in a first-rate or second-rate sect, it is considered a treasure.

There is only one possibility that this young man could possess it.

That's just bragging!

Led by Chu Xiong'an, Wang Xiaoke walked into the room on the third floor.

"Owner."

In a simple and tidy room, a woman is sitting with her back to the camera.

Chu Xiong'an stepped forward and spoke to her respectfully.

"This young master brought a local-level technique."

The woman was originally nonchalant, but turned around immediately after hearing this.

"Earth level?" She frowned and looked at Wang Xiaoke.

Wang Xiaoke was also looking at her. She was a very beautiful woman.

She has a perfect figure and looks, and her eyes are quite sophisticated.

"You look unfamiliar. Who are you from?"

Wang Xiaoke did not hide it: "Kyoto, Wang family, Wang Xiaoke."

The woman raised her eyebrows again, as the branch owner of Wanbao Tower.

She is familiar with the fifty-two cities of Dongyu and her knowledge is not low.

But I have never heard of Kyoto...

She drank a sip of spiritual tea and slowly stood up from her seat.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Su Qiaoer, the owner of Wanbao Tower in Yunjiang City."

Wang Xiaoke nodded and handed the skills to Su Qiaoer.

"Then take a look at what price you can sell it for."

"Hmm...Nine Netherworld Destroying Fist is a fierce and domineering boxing technique."

Su Qiaoer glanced at the title of the book, then opened it and read it carefully.

She turned the pages one by one, her beautiful eyes widened and the horror in them grew stronger.

"This technique should be a rubbing?"

Wang Xiaoke nodded honestly. Many skills were engraved in his memory.

He wrote it when he had nothing to do.

"Yes, sister, you have a good eye. I wrote it myself."

Before Su Qiaoer could say anything, the shopkeeper next to her exclaimed.

"How is it possible that you are so young and can write earth-level skills?"

The rubbing technique pursues the artistic conception of each move and posture, and its difficulty is extremely high.

The more powerful the technique, the more powerful the mental strength required.

It also requires an extremely strong state of mind as a foundation.

Su Qiaoer narrowed her eyes, trying to spy on his cultivation level.

"It seems that there is a big shot standing behind Prince Wang."

She said these words with a smile, as if testing the truth.

The gentle and bright young man in front of him was already half a step into the Nascent Soul stage at such a young age.

She herself didn't believe that she didn't have a powerful backer.

"Don't worry about who's behind me. Do you guys want to take this?"

Wang Xiaoke was a little impatient: "If you don't want it, I'll go to the store next door to sell it."

"Haha, yes, of course I want it."

Su Qiaoer laughed like a silver bell: "I have been in Yunjiang City for so long, but this is the first time I have purchased an earth-level martial art."

"Prince Wang really gave me a big surprise."

"Wanbaolou can make an offer, but I suggest you put it up for auction, so it can maximize its value."

"Then we will auction the building and we will just take half of the profit."

Wang Xiaoke frowned: "When does the auction start?"

"It will be held in a month. The price of earth-level martial arts can be conservatively auctioned off to five million."

"We can give you a deposit of one million gold coins in advance. What do you think, sir?"

Wang Xiaoke thought it sounded good and took out some spiritual weapons he had looted.

"How much are these worth? Can they be recycled together?"

Su Qiaoer looked at the pile of spiritual weapons and counted them carefully.

"Ten second-level spiritual weapons and two third-level spiritual weapons. Although they are a little worn out, I can give you a friendly price."

"Three hundred thousand gold coins."

Wang Xiaoke nodded with satisfaction and handed everything to the other party.

Shopkeeper Chu went out and soon came back with a gold card.

"Here are 1.3 million gold coins if you need to exchange them for spirit stones."

"I can exchange it for you."

Wang Xiaoke was surprised: "Gold coins can be exchanged for spirit stones?"

Chu Xiong'an looked at him strangely, as if he found this question very strange.

"Of course, one thousand gold coins can be exchanged for a low-grade spirit stone."

Spirit stones are the mainstream currency among cultivators in the ancient world.

As for the so-called gold coins, they are only the currency of ordinary people and low-level monks.

After all, for cultivators, cultivation resources are a basic need.

Wang Xiaoke was speechless. If he had known it would be like this.

He might as well just exchange the spirit stones for gold coins.

"By the way, I need you to do me a favor. That shouldn't be too much, right?"

Su Qiaoer covered her lips and smiled: "Master Wang, just speak frankly."

"I want information about the surrounding sects. The more the better."

"no problem."

Wang Xiaoke saw that everything was ready and left Wanbaolou with the gold card.

Before leaving, Chu Xiong'an handed him an invitation to the auction.

After Wang Xiaoke had the funds, he spent one hundred gold coins to buy a quiet courtyard in the city.

The surrounding environment is very quiet and rarely disturbed.

He spent another half a day setting up a spirit gathering array in the yard.

at the same time.

Mo Yanyu was working in the room when she suddenly frowned.

Put down the pen in his hand.

She raised her eyes and thought for a moment, then glanced sideways at the study door.

"Ye Luo, come in."

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