Chapter 1468 An Inconspicuous Piece of Wood

The ax placed in the corner of the stall was about three feet long. It was completely black and glowed with black light, emitting a faint pressure.

The ax is a holy and medium-level spiritual weapon. In the warrior trading market of Yanyang City, spiritual weapons of this level can only be regarded as average.

When you look closely, you will find that there seem to be dots of blood on the blade of the axe, and you can smell the vague smell of blood.

"Where did you get this axe? Where is the owner of the axe?"

Ren Tianfu was shocked when he saw the ax and the blood stains on it. He stepped forward and grabbed the ax and took a closer look. Then he glared at the stall owner with a murderous look and asked sternly.

Ren Tianfu can be 100% sure that the owner of this ax is the one that belongs to Palace Master Li San. Now the ax is here, but the Palace Master is not. Coupled with the blood stains on the axe, it is obvious that the Palace Master may have encountered something dangerous.

You know, for a warrior, a spiritual weapon is equivalent to half his life. If the spiritual weapon is lost, how can its owner be safe?

When he thought that the palace master might have encountered something unexpected, Ren Tianfu became anxious and uneasy, and his whole body was filled with anger.

Although the stall owner is also a mid-level foundation-building expert, his strength is not weaker than Ren Tianfu, but he is a well-rounded businessman. He knows how to make money by being friendly, and he is not angry when he sees this. He says with a smile: "This guest, you have Speak politely, don't get excited...cough! The disciples of Danding Pavilion were patrolling this area and made a big noise, it would be bad if they were summoned!"

Although he was groveling and smiling, there was a hint of warning in his tone.

This is the east side of Yanyang City, and it belongs to the Danding Pavilion's sphere of influence. There are often Danding Pavilion disciples patrolling here. If someone finds a conflict, a Danding Pavilion disciple will soon come over to mediate and make peace.

It would be fine if the mediation was successful and everyone would be in peace. However, if there are those who are stubborn and insist on making trouble, they will be forcibly expelled from the city by the disciples of Danding Pavilion.

Before this, several warriors refused to accept the mediation of Danding Pavilion and even attacked Danding Pavilion disciples. As a result, they were killed on the spot and their bodies were thrown into the mountains outside the city to feed the spiritual beasts.

In fact, in Yanyang City, not only Danding Pavilion did this, but the Golden Sword Sect that managed the West City also did this.

Both sects know that only by creating a fair and safe environment can it be possible to attract more warriors to the city, thereby promoting the prosperity of the warrior trading market, so that the two sects can continuously obtain generous returns from it.

If the city is in chaos and personal safety cannot be guaranteed, how many warriors will be willing to enter the warrior trading market in Yanyang City to trade?

Ren Tianfu had been to Yanyang City more than once and knew that if he attracted the disciples of Danding Pavilion, there might be some trouble, so he suppressed his anxious and excited emotions and forced himself to calm down.

But he never put down the ax in his hand.

The stall owner was not afraid that he would snatch the ax away, and said with a smile: "This ax was purchased from outside by one of my errand boys. As for its owner, I don't know... Well, wait. My errand boy will be back soon, how about I help you ask?"

"Thank you."

Although Ren Tianfu was worried about the safety of the palace master and the two elders, he also knew that the matter could not be urgent, so he could only thank him in a deep voice and stood there waiting.

Fang Bai had nothing to do, so he squatted down and looked at the cultivation resources placed on the stall in front of him, and finally fixed his eyes on a foot-long wooden stick.

The stick seemed to be a piece of dead wood, with a rough surface and an ordinary look, but there seemed to be a faint wood spiritual energy flowing out of it.

"Why, little brother is interested in this piece of wood?"

The stall owner saw Fang Bai's eyes shining brightly when he looked at the wooden stick and asked casually with a smile.

"Hmm...I think this stick is a bit special..."

Fang Bai casually picked up the wooden stick and looked at it.

The stall owner said with a smile: "My little brother is indeed very discerning. I also think this thing is an extraordinary treasure! Let's do it this way. If you want it, how about I sell it to you cheaply? Ten thousand pieces of low-grade sacred spiritual stones or Any cultivation resources of equal value will do!”

This wooden stick was collected by the stall owner from a casual cultivator a few months ago at the cost of five thousand high-grade and low-grade spiritual stones.

At that time, the stall owner saw spiritual energy leaking out of the wooden stick, and thought he had picked up a leak and got a treasure. Unexpectedly, after buying it back and studying it carefully, he found that there was nothing surprising, and he couldn't help but regret it.

After that, the stall owner put the wooden sticks on the stall for trading. He didn't expect to make a lot of money, he just hoped to make double or triple the profit, but he didn't expect that no one would take any interest.

At this moment, the stall owner saw that Fang Bai seemed to be very interested in the stick, and his thoughts became vivid, and he encouraged him to buy it.

For the stall owner, the business of ten thousand low-grade sacred spiritual stones is a small business, but mosquitoes are still meat no matter how small they are!

"Ten thousand? It's too expensive!"

Fang Bai shook his head with a smile and put the stick back to its place.

"Eight thousand! For the sake of my little brother's sincere desire, I will sell it to you at a loss! Only eight thousand spiritual stones!"

The stall owner pretended to be distressed.

Fang Bai still shook his head.

The stall owner gritted his teeth and said: "Seven thousand spiritual stones! No more! I won't sell it any less!"

Fang Bai said with a smile: "Four thousand at most!"

"impossible!"

The stall owner almost jumped up and blurted out: "I lost one thousand when I sold you four thousand!"

As soon as he said these words, he knew that he had exposed his secret. Seeing Fang Bai looking at him with a smile, he couldn't help but scratch his head and said with a grimace: "I've been fooled! I've been fooled! Little brother, you are so cunning!"

Seeing this, Ren Tianfu on the side curled his lips and looked disapproving, thinking what good could a stick do? In my own opinion, it is simply worthless.

However, he was too lazy to take care of Fang Bai. He felt that Fang Bai lacked experience and didn't know the sinister nature of people's hearts, which would make him suffer. It would be better if he had more knowledge.

"How about this!"

Fang Bai pointed at the wooden stick and said: "I will give you six thousand yuan stones, and you will earn a little bit. If you are willing to sell it, I will take it. If you are not willing, forget it!"

The stall owner was about to speak out when he suddenly saw a figure flash in front of him. A middle-aged warrior with a thin body and a long face and a hawk-nosed face stood in front of his stall, pointed at the wooden stick, and said with an arrogant look: "One Ten thousand pieces of low-grade sacred primeval stones! I want this!"

Fang Bai frowned, turned to look at the middle-aged warrior beside him, and found that the other person was actually a strong foundation-builder, and there was a very conspicuous small cauldron embroidered on the heart of his clothes.

"It turns out he is the core disciple of Danding Pavilion. Could it be that he also saw the extraordinary power of this wooden stick?"

Fang Bai saw that the deal was about to be concluded. Unexpectedly, the Danding Pavilion disciple suddenly intervened, knowing that it might not be so easy for him to get the stick in his hands smoothly.