Fang Xiu and Hu Wei sang in harmony. At this time, Manager Wei was already riding a tiger, but whether it was Fang Xiu's soldiers or Hu Wei's pills, he really wanted them very much. Because of this, he couldn't stop.

Moreover, Fang Xiu's boasting made it hard for him to refute Fang Xiu's face. In addition, the elixir was indeed not bad. Hu Wei was also very domineering and righteous. He had a hundredfold confidence in his elixir. He could see it at a glance.

He is very knowledgeable and seems to know the goods well. It is completely impossible for him to lower the price from it.

"How much of this elixir do you have?"

Manager Wei asked in a low voice.

"Twenty pills. The price in my mind is that one is only two million low-grade Yuan Crystals. Even a master in the late stage of the True Martial Realm will definitely be able to quickly regain his strength after taking this Yuan Dan of mine. This is enough to save his life.

The elixir, two million low-grade Yuanjing, is not too much, right? In addition, I also have a fifth-grade elixir."

Hu Wei patted his chest and said.

"Two million, I want it!"

Manager Wei nodded and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I don't know what grade this brother's fifth-grade elixir is. Can you take a look?"

Manager Wei was curious. The fourth-grade Yuanhui Dan was indeed very popular. Many masters of the True Martial Realm liked to prepare one or two pills. However, the fifth-grade elixir was very rare. It was rare to find it, even if it was

A strong person at the level of Martial King will also be very interested in fifth-grade elixirs.

"The soul-breaking elixir! This elixir can repair the injuries of the strong men under the Martial King in one day. I want 100 million, isn't it too much?"

Hu Wei was complacent. At this time, he would definitely be able to surpass Fang Xiu. This was what he had always thought about.

"The elixir that breaks the soul? I have only seen it once. This elixir is extremely difficult to refine. Could it be that you, little brother, refined this elixir?"

Manager Wei said in disbelief, with shock in his eyes. Even a real strong King of Martial Arts would definitely need it. This is a real good thing. One hundred million low-grade Yuan Crystals are absolutely worth every penny!

"No, no, no, this is made by my master. How can I have such ability?"

Hu Wei waved his hand and said. Fang Xiu had a smile on his face. He was good at hiding it and knew how to keep a low profile. It seemed that Hu Wei had really grown up.

This not only makes it easier to reveal one's identity, but also eliminates the covetousness of others.

"Okay! One hundred million is one hundred million!"

Manager Wei was very excited. No matter who refined this elixir, it was a truly top-quality elixir. King Wu would definitely be moved by it.

At this time, General Manager Wei became more courageous and made a decision directly with hundreds of millions of low-grade Yuanjing elixirs.

"It seems that this time, the trip was indeed worthwhile."

Hu Wei nodded and said with deep approval. Fang Xiu could see that Hu Wei's face was full of red.

"Brother, please go over there and wait for a while. After I finish handling the elixir matter for this little brother, I will discuss it with you."

As Manager Wei said, he asked Hu Wei to collect the Yuan Jing.

Fang Xiu had a wry smile on his face. He was instantly ignored. Compared to a big customer like Hu Wei, he seemed a little underrated.

"Ahem, I still have ten Yuanwen warriors. I wonder when Manager Wei can handle them for me? My strength is also quite valuable."

Manager Wei's footsteps stopped suddenly, he suddenly looked back, widened his eyes, and looked at Fang Xiu!

"How many did you say? There are still ten hundred-marked war weapons?"

This Hundred-Pattern War Soldier is no joke. The two hundred Yuan Patterns are carved very concisely and will definitely be sold for a good price. However, this thing is also a rare thing. It is rare to find it. How come it changes to him?

Has it become a Chinese cabbage?

Ten hundred-armed warriors with hundreds of patterns, that’s 300 million low-grade yuan crystals!

In an instant, Hu Wei's face was even uglier than that of Manager Wei. The eldest brother is the eldest brother. I have worked so damn hard for so long, but I don't have as many soldiers as you. I lost again this time, and

It was a pretty complete loss.

Fang Xiu was calm and unhurried, while Hu Wei's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, feeling quite aggrieved.

"Not just that, there are also a few soldiers with four hundred patterns."

After Fang Xiu finished speaking, Manager Wei almost staggered and fell to the ground.

What? Soldiers with four hundred lines? How many more are there?

I'll be a good boy!

Manager Wei is well-informed, but he has never seen such a heroic person. The yuan-pattern warrior in his hands seems to be nothing more than cabbage. There are also a few four-hundred-pattern warriors. Look.

When it comes to this business, I don't have the ability to negotiate it.

"This... little brother, please wait a moment here. I have to ask our young master for instructions. With so many Yuanwen soldiers, I'm afraid I won't be able to make the decision."

Manager Wei smiled kindly, and Fang Xiu and Hu Wei were only at the middle stage of the Zhenwu Realm. With so many treasures, he really couldn't make the decision by himself.

Seeing Hu Wei's face, Manager Wei was helpless. After all, he was an honored guest.

"Little brother, please be patient. Tai'an Auction House is the largest auction house in the entire Nordic City. It will definitely not neglect us."

Fang Xiu said seriously.

"Humph! I hope so."

Manager Wei smiled slightly and hurriedly went to find his young master.

"Brother, it's really yours. How many magical weapons have you refined? This Yuan Pattern War Soldier makes me drool when I look at it. I also want the Yuan Pattern War Soldier with four hundred patterns."

Hu Wei sent a message to Fang Xiu and said, after all, walls have ears.

"Although these Yuan Pattern War Soldiers are of good quality, they have reached the limit of Yuan Pattern War Soldiers. There is no room for improvement, and they may not be what you need. Go back and find a weapon refiner to create a high-quality weapon for you.

A better divine weapon, I will try my best to carve the Yuan pattern for you, it will definitely be far more than this."

Fang Xiu said.

The two looked at each other, smiled, and started chatting.

After a while, Manager Wei came back. When he saw Fang Xiu and Hu Wei chatting happily, he frowned. Why were these two people so happy? Could it be that they had known each other for a long time?

"The two of us hit it off instantly and were as close as brothers, hahaha."

Hu Wei looked at Manager Wei, who didn't take it seriously. He nodded and led Fang Xiu into the inner hall.

"This little brother, I will take you to receive the Yuan Jing."

Hu Wei could only nod, while Fang Xiu was led into the inner hall by a maid.

The inner hall is hidden, and the formation is imprisoned. It cannot be discovered from the outside, and there will be no movement. Not even Fang Xiu can find a flaw in this Yuan pattern formation. It seems that he is definitely a real master.

"Sir, we've arrived."

After the maid finished speaking, she turned and left.

Where Fang Xiu could see, he saw a man in red robe, with his back turned to him, looking at the bamboos and stones outside the window in the inner courtyard, very calm.

The man in red robe turned around and looked at Fang Xiu, which made Fang Xiu very puzzled. This man was so handsome. His first impression was that he was a woman. This was Fang Xiu's intuition. Although he had a face like a crown jewel,

His expression was indifferent and meticulous, but he still didn't have the harshness and domineering look in a man's eyes.

Although she hid it well, Fang Xiu still saw through it at a glance, and she was very strong. He was probably no match for her, but all this had nothing to do with him. He was just here to sell combat soldiers in exchange for Yuan Jing.

That's all.

"Brother, how are the soldiers doing? Can someone from Wei be allowed to take a look?"

"good!"

When Fang Xiu made a backhand, a four-hundred-stripe warrior appeared in his hand. Wei Shaoqing's eyes lit up and he picked it up. Even she liked the four-hundred-stripe warrior.

"What a fighting knife!"

Wei Shaoqing looked at the soldiers and was filled with surprise. This soldier was really not simple. Eighty million low-grade Yuanjing was just a guaranteed price.

"I heard from Mr. Wei that you have quite a few?"

Wei Shaoqing raised his head and looked at Fang Xiu.

"Eight handles, unit price, I want 100 million."

Fang Xiu said.

"One hundred million? It's a bit high."

Wei Shaoqing frowned and said thoughtfully.

"But... you, my friend, I have made a promise. One hundred million is one hundred million. Next time if you have something good, don't forget about our Tai'an Auction House."

Wei Shaoqing smiled.

"I happen to have another good thing here, a Yuanwen warrior with five hundred lines."

Fang Xiu took out the last elemental pattern war weapon. At that moment, Wei Shaoqing's face was full of solemnity, and his eyes were extremely fiery. Although there was only a hundred lines difference between the four hundred and five hundred patterns, it was definitely heavenly.

Different places.

A soldier with four hundred lines is definitely a divine weapon at the level of King of Martial Arts, but a soldier with five hundred lines, even a strong King of Martial Arts, will have blue light in his eyes. This thing is rare to find.

"How much do you want?"

Wei Shaoqing looked serious. This was a big deal. With so many magic weapons, a 500-mark weapon might not be worth much.
To be continued...