Chapter 11 Broken Sword

Lin Chen didn't wait for a while, the maid came hurriedly with a wooden box in her arms. Lin Chen took it and looked at it, nodded and said: "These are the pills, how many spirit stones are there in total?"

"A total of 205 low-grade spirit stones, I will take 200 low-grade spirit stones, and the other 5 spirit stones will be given to you as a gift from our store. I just hope you will come to our store to buy pills in the future."

Lin Chen thought about it and put the wooden box full of pills into the ring. He glanced at the pretty maid and nodded: "There is a long time to come, there will be opportunities."

Lin Chen smiled faintly and turned to walk outside.

The street was crowded with people. Lin Chen pondered for a moment and walked straight to the mission hall of the sect.

"The pills have been purchased. All I have to do is go to the mission hall of the sect to accept the mission, and then go out to complete the mission to earn contribution points."

The market was very lively. Lin Chen walked around quickly. Just when he was about to leave the market, he suddenly stopped.

Because the little tripod in Lin Chen's mind suddenly vibrated just now.

This is the edge of the market, but it is still very lively. Lin Chen stood there, narrowed his eyes, and glanced at a stall on his left.

Lin Chen walked towards the stall, and the little tripod in his mind vibrated more and more, as if it was craving for something...

After walking two steps, Lin Chen came to the stall. The stall only had one thing to sell, which was a broken sword. It looked quite old and about half a meter long. The upper half of the sword body of the broken sword had disappeared, leaving only the lower half of the sword body and the hilt.

When he walked to the stall, Lin Chen immediately confirmed that it was the broken sword in front of him that made the little tripod in his mind vibrate constantly!

"This broken sword..." Lin Chen had all kinds of thoughts in his mind, but he couldn't be sure.

"This little brother, are you interested in this broken sword?"

The stall owner was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was taking a nap out of boredom at the moment. When he saw a customer coming to the door, he was immediately shocked and looked at Lin Chen with a smile.

Lin Chen nodded slightly: "What is the origin of this broken sword?"

"Hehe, little brother, this broken sword has a great origin! This broken sword was finally found by one of my brothers from the ancient ruins. This is a weapon used by the ancient great power!"

"Ancient ruins?" Lin Chen was surprised. Ancient ruins are ancient relics left over from the ancient times. There are many dangers in them, but there are also endless opportunities. The middle-aged man in front of him has nothing to do with ancient ruins.

Lin Chen squatted down and picked up the broken sword to examine it carefully.

The broken sword looked very old, without a trace of rust. Lin Chen couldn't tell what material it was made of, and it felt extremely cold to the touch.

He looked at it for a moment and didn't see anything strange, but it must be extraordinary to cause the small tripod to vibrate.

"It looks like an antique..." Lin Chen raised his head and asked, "How much is this broken sword?"

"Little brother is straightforward. I like people like you. My sword is absolutely unique. If you miss this village, there will be no such shop. This sword is not expensive. It only costs three hundred low-grade spirit stones." The middle-aged man laughed and said with a guilty conscience.

It is true that his brother got this broken sword from the ancient ruins, but he only picked it up on the periphery of the ancient ruins. It is something that no one wants. The middle-aged man has also studied this broken sword for a long time. Except that it looks a little old, there is nothing strange about it.

So he decided to sell it, but the broken sword can only be seen but not used, and his asking price is relatively high, so he put it here for several days and couldn't sell it.

After listening to the middle-aged man's words, Lin Chen sneered: "Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? This broken sword is also worth three hundred low-grade spirit stones? If there are no elders in my family who like antiques, I won't even take this kind of thing if it's given to me for free."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Chen turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey, little brother, wait a minute, the price is negotiable, don't leave yet." The middle-aged man was anxious when he saw this. He had put the broken sword here for four days. Finally, someone took a fancy to it. How could he miss it?

Lin Chen stopped. He didn't really want to leave. He was determined to get the broken sword. The reason he did so was because he was short of money. If he still had 300 low-grade spirit stones, he would naturally buy it without hesitation.

"You say a number, hurry up, I don't have time to waste here with you." Lin Chen waved his hand impatiently.

"Two hundred and fifty?" The middle-aged man said embarrassedly.

Lin Chen glared.

"Then two hundred... one hundred is fine." The middle-aged man wanted to cry. Is it worth it for him to get this broken sword? He worked hard to get it out of the ancient ruins, but it turned out to be useless. Now he just wants to find a way to sell the broken sword.

Many warriors around were attracted by the middle-aged man's shouting, and they all turned their heads to look over. When these warriors saw that it was the broken sword, they all sneered.

"I thought it was something else, but this broken sword is worth three hundred low-grade spirit stones?"

"Little brother, don't be fooled, the broken sword is worthless, no one is interested in it, he is fooling you." A kind warrior said.

After hearing this, the middle-aged man became more anxious, fearing that Lin Chen would listen to those warriors and not buy his things. He quickly stuffed the broken sword into Lin Chen's arms, and said with an expression as if he had suffered a great loss: "Little brother, don't listen to them, this broken sword is a treasure, and I think this broken sword is very predestined with you, so I will buy it for you for fifty low-grade spirit stones."

Hearing this, Lin Chen smiled in his heart. But on the surface, he still said indifferently: "Okay, then fifty low-grade spirit stones."