There were many fighters around who were yelling loudly by the old man. They all stretched their necks and looked over. The fighters looked closely and saw that the old man was waving the hilt of the broken sword in his hand. They cut it! The sounds were everywhere, and they all scoffed and looked at it, and they were disdainful. What kind of shabby things are fine, and they also had fifty spirit fight stones.

"I thought it was a good thing. It turned out that just a broken sword hilt was worth fifty low-grade spirit fighting stones?"

"Little brother, you are a person who is a person from others. The hilt of the broken sword is worthless. This old man has been putting it for several months and no one cares about it. He is fooling you." said the kind fighter.

When he heard these people talking, the more he spoke, the more he became more dissatisfied. The old man's eyes were red and his neck became thicker, and he felt even more anxious, fearing that Gu Xiaoming would really not want his own things after hearing the words of those fighters.

He quickly stood up, quickly stuffed the hilt of the broken sword into Gu Xiaoming's arms, and said with a look of his wife snatching him away, "Little brother, don't listen to them. The hilt of the broken sword is a good treasure, and I think the hilt of the broken sword is very destined to you. So, I will give you all the goods on this stall, just as you said, the 200 low-grade spirit fighting stones, but can you tell me which item is more valuable?"

The old man looked at Gu Xiaoming with anticipation, and his heart was so itchy. If there were really two hundred low-grade spirit fighting stones, he would clear the stalls. He would feel comfortable. He didn't have to doze off the stall every day, and he wouldn't even pay any money. Secondly, he wanted to know which object was wrong, and he would have a lot of eyesight in the future. Maybe he could make a fortune.

When he heard this, Gu Xiaoming smiled. However, on the surface, he still said disrespectfully: "Okay, it's not easy for you to see, two hundred is not easy."

When Liu Youyong saw Gu Xiaoming agree, he was confused, and immediately waved his hand and wanted to take out 200 low-grade spiritual battle stones for the old man.

Seeing this, the old man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. When he saw Liu Youyong coming forward to pay, he was shocked and thought to himself, could this young man be the young man and had two subordinates. As expected, he came from a noble family and had extraordinary eyesight. When did his family do this?

When the fighters around saw Gu Xiaoming, they didn't listen to everyone's words. They really wanted to buy the hilt of the broken sword. They actually packed all the low-grade spirit fighting stones, and cursed: "Two hundred low-grade spirit fighting stones, they demanded a pile of rags. They are really prodigal."

Gu Xiaoming ignored the fighters around him and signaled that Liu Youyong to hand the inferior spirit fighter stone to the old man. Tieshitou held the cloth under the stall and ripped all the rags in a roll and carried them behind him.

Gu Xiaoming picked up the hilt of the broken sword, with iron stone carrying a big bag on his back, his eyebrows flew away, and he whispered to the old man: "Actually it's the hilt of the broken sword!"

When the old man heard this, his mouth twitched, he slapped his thighs, squatted on the ground, and shouted in grief. Gu Xiaoming said softly again: "Old man, stop shouting. I have taken so many spiritual battle stones and go home! It's too late, I can't save it!"

When the old man heard this, his eyes lit up immediately, and he looked grateful and looked at Gu Xiaoming. Fortunately, he didn't hesitate anymore and packed them all for Gu Xiaoming. Otherwise, he could only exchange for fifty low-grade spirit fighting stones. Good man, his heart is better, and he didn't forget to remind himself to be safe.

The old man smiled and patted Gu Xiaoming on the shoulder and said, "Okay, okay! Although my little brother is full of bad water, there are quite a lot of people, but they are really good. Thank you. I'm lucky to see you next time. I'll definitely not miss the old man! You can wait!"

The old man actually laughed loudly, and in the blink of an eye, no one was seen.

Well! Gu Xiaoming's third team narrowed his eyes, then looked at each other, with a strange look on his face, shook his head, and turned around and was about to leave.

"Slowly, I want this broken sword hilt!" A crisp female voice sounded from a distance, even nice, just a little domineering.

The fighters around were stunned at first, then their faces twitched, and another prodigal son came. There were strange things every year, and today there were a lot of prodigal people, and they all came to pick up rags!

Gu Xiaoming and the other two had their eyes lit up, and they saw a pretty girl who looked fourteen or five years old in the distance, hurried over.

Her face is pretty, with a snow-white long skirt, black hair, and a pure and simple temperament. The girl stared at Gu Xiaoming with her beautiful black eyes, looking at Gu Xiaoming with an unhappy look.

As soon as he walked over, Gu Xiaoming and the other two suddenly felt a powerful aura, accompanied by a faint fragrance, and rushed towards him. As his breathing was rapid, the spiritual power in his body was a little unfunctional.

"What a strong spiritual pressure, the fragrance smells so good. This girl is a scented fighting spiritist." A surprise flashed in Gu Xiaoming's eyes. Judging from her age, she was not much older than Gu Xiaoming, but her cultivation level left Gu Xiaoming thousands of miles away.

"Talented girl, so strong, so fragrant, so domineering! Do you like Liu Youyong? Or come to the team!" Gu Xiaoming squeezed at Liu Youyong and smiled. Liu Youyong, Tie Shitou kept shaking his head. The five beauties were already enough, and they were still come to the team? Should people live?

The girl in white dress walked up to Gu Xiaoming, snorted, raised her pink and white chin, and pointed her delicate nostrils at Gu Xiaoming, and said lightly: "The hilt of this broken sword! I want it, you can just offer a price."

"I like this broken sword hilt very much. In my eyes, it is a priceless treasure, so I can't offer it, and I can't sell it to you." Gu Xiaoming raised his white little face and smiled harmlessly with humans and animals. His eyes looked at the girl's neck, wow, pink and jade-carved. Then he looked at the deep collarbone, and he probably could raise fish.

"Priceless treasure?" The girl frowned her willow-leaf-like brows, and her cherry lips lightly opened: "You just now were packed with 200 low-grade spirit fighting stones, right? I'll buy this hilt of this broken sword. Then I'll give you two hundred low-grade spirit fighting stones and give me the hilt of this sword. What do you think?"

If it is something that is not important, it would be fine if Gu Xiaoming asked this beautiful girl to let her go. It is even more beautiful to be able to meet a beautiful girl who fights with a fighting spirit.

But the hilt of this broken sword can cause the flying sword in Dantian to jump, which is definitely extraordinary. Gu Xiaoming still has to take it back and study it carefully. How can people be allowed to do it?

Seeing Gu Xiaoming's eyes rolling straight, he just didn't say anything. The girl in white dress bit her lip and said, "You can discuss the price. I'll add another hundred. What do you think?"

"What? Three hundred low-grade spirit fighting stones!" The crowd around them burst out as if they were in a panic. They were stunned. No one expected that this girl was even more prodigal than the boy, and she actually wanted to get three hundred low-grade spirit fighting stones to buy the hilt of the broken sword.

Hey, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Gu Xiaoming. The young prodigal son in front of him could make a sure profit of 100 low-grade spiritual battle stones with one move and another! This eye is really good. Who dares to say that he is a prodigal son now?

No, it should be that the prodigal son meets the prodigal daughter, it depends on who is more powerful.

This girl is a student at the Shu Peak of the Sword Fighter Academy, and her name is Xue Yanjiao. Although she is not very old, she is knowledgeable and has a student at the Shu Peak, so she has a really good eye. It can be seen that the hilt of the sword is a good antique. For those who like to collect antiques, the hilt of the sword is quite valuable. It is a very good gift to buy it and give it to her grandfather who likes to collect antiques.

Gu Xiaoming glanced at the girl and frowned. He didn't quite understand why the other party wanted the hilt of the broken sword so much. Could it be that he could also see the extraordinaryness of the hilt of the broken sword?

This is unlikely. I rely on the Dantian Flying Sword and then I discovered that the hilt of this broken sword is extraordinary. And I can't confirm where it is extraordinary. Although the girl in front of me is a fighting spirit warrior, she doesn't have such good eyesight.

Gu Xiaoming was silent for a moment and slowly spoke: "Girl, I like this broken sword hilt very much. I open my eyes when I see it, and I can't love it in my heart. Not to mention the three hundred low-grade spirit fighting stones, even three thousand low-grade spirit fighting stones, I won't sell them. It's hard to buy a thousand gold, I'm happy."

"Tsk! A thousand gold is hard to buy, do you like it?" Xue Yanjiao's lips twitched. A thousand gold is hard to buy, and Hongyan smiled. The first time I heard that a thousand gold is hard to buy, my brother is happy. It's too shameless.
Chapter completed!