Chang Le was both puzzled and speechless about the golden snake making such movements: You said, why are you a guy who eats pills interested in weapon fragments? Is it because you also have the habit of devouring weapons?

Thinking of this, Chang Le was shocked. If this were the case, wouldn’t he have to swallow weapons alive? He wouldn’t have dared to continue to imagine the scene.

When he was distracted, he saw the middle-aged man who wanted to mess with his car and ran away by himself. Chang Le didn't care at all, which made him feel better.

Although you don’t have to swallow this piece of fragment, but look at what’s special about this piece of fragment.

The more I walked over and approached the fragment, the golden snake became more and more trembling, as if it was thirsty for something.

"This fragment is good to use to relieve heat." Holding the fragment in his hand, a cold feeling was conveyed, and the aura was quite old. Chang Le guessed that it should be something that was relatively old, and it was most likely that it existed in the ancient times.

The stall owner saw Chang Le staring at the fragments for a long time. He probably had some interest in the fragments, or had seen some clues, and said with a smile: "Little brother, are you interested in this fragment?"

Seeing the stall owner's spirit shocked, Chang Le smiled slightly and nodded: "This fragment looks very old, I wonder what the origin is?"

"Little brother, you really have a vision. Speaking of this fragment, it is extraordinary. This is something I finally brought out from an ancient ruin, which almost cost me my life. I am sure that this is a weapon used by a powerful man in the ancient century, and it is definitely unique." The stall owner looked terrified, and the glory of the reaper who had survived the disaster appeared on his face, and he said with lingering fear.

Foodies like the Golden Snake are interested. The fragments should have their own extraordinary features. Changle didn’t know what material the fragments were made of, and he didn’t see any abnormalities, but he still wanted to buy them back and take a look and study them.

Therefore, Chang Le said: "There is a bit of the vicissitudes of time. How many spirit stones do the fragments need?"

"I just like your straightforwardness, little brother. It was originally from a thousand spirit stones. When I saw that you were destined to be with the fragments, I would only accept you five hundred spirit stones." The stall owner stretched out his palm, and his five fingers were extremely eye-catching, but it seemed that he felt guilty.

"Do you think I'm an idiot or a three-year-old? This thing is obviously a junk that no one wants, and it can be worth five hundred spirit stones?"

"If I hadn't been a bit pleasing to this fragment, I wouldn't want it even if you gave it to me for free. Five hundred spirit stones, I think you'd better keep it moldy!"

Chang Le threw the fragments on the stall, sneered, and was about to turn around and leave.

Seeing this, the stall owner became anxious. He had been put here for several days and no one cared about it. Today, Chang Le finally came to ask, and he was interested in purchasing it. Who knew that he thought the price was too expensive, so he turned around and left.

In order to sell the fragments, the stall owner hurriedly shouted: "Wait, little brother, if you think the price is not suitable, we can continue to discuss it!"

Hearing this, Chang Le stopped and came back again, and said angrily: "You just say a number. If you still fool me on purpose, you will be embarrassed."

Chang Le naturally didn't really want to leave, but just bargaining. This kind of bargaining rhythm on earth is common. How could an ancient man like the stall owner see his intention? The less he cared about it, the more convenient it would be.

"Four hundred spirit stones?" the stall owner stretched out four fingers and said.

Chang Le frowned. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes were extremely lethal.

"Three Hundred Spirit Stones?"

"Two hundred spirit stones?"

The stall owner saw that Chang Le still had the same look and almost cried. Finally, he only had one finger, sighed and said, "Then let's have a hundred spirit stones, you can't lower it anymore!"

The warriors around were attracted by the stall owner's price reduction and the aggrieved voice, and looked over. After seeing the fragments on Chang Le's hands, they all showed contempt and disdainful eyes.

"Tsk, I thought it was something extraordinary! It turned out that it was just these shabby pieces, I don't want to give them to me."

"This thing is worth five hundred spirit stones?"

"The fragments that no one cares about, the stall owner even opened his mouth, and it was obvious that he was cheating people."

"Brother, don't be fooled by him. This thing is worthless at all. I think it's what he picked up from the roadside."

"What a cheater. He is so unconscienced. He knows how to cheat. Brother, don't be fooled!"

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Hearing so many people talking, belittled the fragments to nothing, as if they had taken up space, they all scoffed at them, and the stall owner couldn't help but be anxious, fearing that Chang Le would listen to these rumors, so he gave up his plan to buy fragments, and hurriedly explained: "You are talking nonsense, this fragment is the treasure I brought out of the ancient ruins. It is priceless and unique. Brother, don't listen to them,

Let’s make friends, take away the ten spirit stones, fragments!"

"Oh!" Chang Le couldn't help but smile in his heart when he saw this. The stall owner bargained better than himself, and he was worthy of being a businessman!

Judging from his tone, it is estimated that the amount of spirit stones is not worth so many. The stall owner should be afraid. He left directly and the fragments will only be kept moldy. Only then can he throw the fragments out like garbage at an extremely low price.

You can harvest some spirit stones, which is better than not getting even a single spirit stone.

"All right."

"No, I'll give it to you." Seeing the stall owner's thoughts, Chang Le didn't care and took out ten spirit stones from the storage bag and threw them to him.

Chang Le picked up the fragment and turned around and left. A voice stopped him: "Wait, I'm also interested in this fragment. I'll give it to me!"

The fellow Taoists around him had not said that Chang Le was a stupid and prodigal son with a lot of money. Unexpectedly, another prodigal son came, and he was also a beauty.

This made them feel very strange. What happened today? Are there still teams for prodigal sons?

Chang Le followed the voice and saw a figure of the Huoshui level gradually coming to him. Seeing her appearance, Chang Le almost scared her to cry: "Damn, why is it her again!"

This person is Shangguan Ming'er. She came to the market to play. Unexpectedly, she actually saw Chang Le. Her back looked familiar. She was also interested in the fragments. She also saw that the fragments were extraordinary. Then she walked over and said.

"It seems that I didn't offend her, is she a ghost? Why did she come with me?!" Chang Le was extremely depressed. If he was untainted from the mud, washed in the clear water without being charming, and quietly beautiful, he would rather talk to him. However, Shangguan Ming'er in front of him was a little witch to him, and he could not afford to be a disaster!
Chapter completed!