Chapter 5697: The Dragon is seen from the head but not the tail

It's not okay if it's rotten in his hands, and he can't accept the selling price being too low.

"Make a price." Ye Wudao frowned.

"One hundred and twenty thousand Immortal Stones."

Ye Wudao shook his head: "Fifty thousand."

"I don't want this price..."

Ye Wudao turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." In front of Zi Qiong Mountain, he advised: "Fellow Taoist, 70,000, the price cannot be lowered. This is the cost price, and I will not lie to fellow Taoist, 70,000 is really the cost price!"

"If fellow Taoist agrees, I will also take fellow Taoist to the next auction. There will be good treasures among them. I will introduce them to you throughout the whole process. Fellow Taoist must not only come to Ancient Spirit City to sell spiritual plants, right?"

"make a deal."

Ye Wudao suddenly turned around and paid the money readily.

When Zi Qiong saw this, even though he was suspicious, in order to sell this hot potato, he didn't care about anything else and quickly completed the transaction.

"Congratulations, fellow Taoist."

Just when the transaction was completed, two figures in black robes walked into the store.

"Where is Fellow Taoist Zi Qiong?"

Zi Qiong greeted him politely, with a smile on his face: "It turns out that we are two fellow Taoists from the Disaster Demon Sect. What are you here for?"

"Haven't you never sold your fifth-level spiritual soil? Our sect's alchemist is willing to pay 100,000 immortal stones to buy those fifth-level spiritual soil."

One hundred thousand?

Zi Qiong was startled for a moment, then had to smile bitterly.

"The spiritual soil has been sold."

The Chamber of Commerce also has the responsibility to keep its customers confidential. Although he knows that if the transaction is delayed, it can be sold at a higher price, but after all, it has been sold, and he cannot offend Ye Wudao for this.

The two men in black robes were also stunned.

"Then the spiritual soil can't be sold, right?"

"Zi Qiong, what do you mean? A few days ago, you were preparing to sell it at a high price. Why did you sell it as soon as we came here? Could it be that you deliberately offended our Plague Demon Sect!?"

Seeing that there was trouble, Ye Wudao prepared to go around, but the two people suddenly blocked him.

"You are weird, kid. We just felt the breath of spiritual soil from you."

Ye Wudao chuckled and took out an ordinary third-level spiritual soil.

"Is this it?"

"No, you are deceiving us and seeking death!" The two demon cultivators from the Plague Demon Sect suddenly became furious and directly sacrificed their magic weapons.

Ye Wudao sneered: "This is in Ancient Spirit City. If you dare to take action, then even if you are a demon cultivator, I don't believe you dare to disregard the rules."

The demon sect cultivator sneered.

"Do you think we don't dare?"

They erupted with aura that was almost no weaker than Zi Qiong, and the pressure was probably so overwhelming.

At this moment, a cold snort with powerful law fluctuations suddenly sounded.

"snort!"

bump!

The pressure came, the pressure of the immortal level came, and the magic weapon in the hands of the demon sect cultivator was directly shaken into powder.

Immediately, a blue-robed figure appeared in front of Ye Wudao. He held a blue sword in his hand. The laws of swordsmanship were oppressive, making people feel like needles on their backs.

It turned out to be the Immortal Lord of Swordsmanship!

The most commonly used weapon among cultivators is the sword. To be able to practice swordsmanship to this level is unimaginably challenging.

This proves even more that this swordsman is extraordinary!

"If you dare to take action, then do it. I am not afraid of the strong men in Ancient Spirit City!"

The Demon Cultivator of the Plague Demon Sect was shaken by the pressure so much that his limbs trembled, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and he tremblingly begged for mercy.

"Senior, spare your life!"

"I don't know the identity of my senior, so please forgive me!"

The Immortal Lord looked back, and he also looked handsome and handsome. He grabbed Ye Wudao with one hand and fled away from the place immediately.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Wudao came to an inn room.

"senior……"

"The Great Elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, Fa Wuji." Fa Wuji revealed his identity.

Fa Wuji! ?

Ye Wudao had heard of this name. This person was rumored to be the strongest swordsman in the Law Enforcement Pavilion of Tianhuang Temple. He was a dragon without a tail.