Chapter 344 Thousands of years of lightning strikes the wood!

"How much is this short knife?" Su Chen saw that the stall owner was a middle-aged man with shifty eyes. A gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes. He walked over casually and picked up a black short knife. "Sir, you have good taste! This short knife comes from the ruins of the ancient gods. It is an ancient treasure. If you want it, 100,000 low-grade spirit stones, just take it!" The stall owner's eyes lit up when he saw Su Chen, and he talked incessantly. "One hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones? It's too expensive! One thousand low-grade spirit stones, will you sell it?" Su Chen said lightly. He had a lot of spirit stones on him, but he couldn't be taken advantage of by others. "One thousand low-grade spirit stones? Too little! Sir, this is an ancient treasure, from the ruins of the ancient gods. Maybe it's a relic of the gods. If you really want it, 50,000 low-grade spirit stones!" The stall owner's eyes flashed with a cunning look, and he said quickly. "Sir, that short knife has no spiritual power at first glance. It is a piece of scrap copper and iron. It is worth at most a hundred spirit stones. Don't be fooled by him!" Ah Ming said hurriedly. "It's okay. I have my own plan!" Su Chen smiled slightly. Then he raised his head and looked at the stall owner and said, "Ten thousand low-grade spirit stones, and let me pick something from your stall as a gift. If you don't want it, I will leave!" "Ten thousand low-grade spirit stones are really too little. I will lose a lot! But... since you really want it, I will treat it as a friend. Just take it!" The stall owner looked painful on the surface, but he was very happy in his heart. He collected these things from a villager outside the city, and he only spent dozens of low-grade spirit stones in total. A short knife can be sold for ten thousand low-grade spirit stones. He made a fortune! "This is it!" Su Chen nodded, picked up the half of the dead wood casually, and put it together with the short knife. Then, he took out 10,000 low-grade spirit stones and gave them to the stall owner.

The stall owner's eyes had long been attracted by the spirit stones in Su Chen's hand, so he didn't care what Su Chen chose.

He hurriedly took the spirit stones, and then handed the short knife and dead wood to Su Chen, as if he was afraid that Su Chen would regret it.

"Young Master, you've been fooled! Ten thousand low-grade spirit stones are enough to buy all the things on his stall!"

Ming said with a bitter smile.

"Ming, do you know what this is?"

Su Chen smiled indifferently.

When he just used the Delusion-Breaking Divine Eye, he actually found that Ming's physique was very unusual, and he almost missed a good talent.

So, he took out the black dead wood, which was also a deliberate reminder to Ming.

"Young Master, isn't this just a piece of dead wood? It has no spirituality, it's very ordinary, and there's nothing special about it!"

Ming looked at the dead wood and said with some doubts.

"Take a closer look!"

Su Chen smiled indifferently.

A Ming's eyes were full of suspicion, but after hearing Su Chen's words, he still carefully observed the dead wood, and even reached out to touch the lines on the dead wood.

Crack!

A tiny purple lightning suddenly jumped out, which scared A Ming.

"This is... this is..."

A Ming suddenly seemed to think of something, and couldn't help but tremble all over, and his eyes widened.

"Young Master, is this the legendary ten thousand year old lightning wood?"

He looked around carefully, and then said to Su Chen very carefully.

"You actually recognize the ten thousand year old lightning wood? Not bad, not bad!"

Su Chen said with appreciation.

The hundred year old lightning wood is green and yellow in color.

The thousand year old lightning wood is dark purple in color.

The five thousand year old lightning wood is golden in color, and the thunder is roaring, which can cause strange phenomena in the world.

The ten thousand year old lightning wood is as black as ink, like charcoal, and the thunder is restrained, just like an ordinary thing.

This half of the dead wood is indeed the ten thousand year old lightning wood.