The white-haired monk's black and dirty hand finally raised up, pointed at one of the monks and said, "Hey, it's you. This thing is rare! Pay it!"

The many monks who had been looking forward to sighed, as if they were dissatisfied with the monk not picking him, but this matter was not over yet. After all, the transaction has not been completed, so the next step is the key. The one who was picked was a mid-stage Jindan monk, wrapped in a soap robe. Even so, it could not cover up the fierce and ferocious aura on his body. He had eyebrows and eyes on his face, and it was not easy to meet at first glance.

Although this monk seemed ferocious, he was pointed at by the stall owner and got a wine glass. His expression flashed in panic, and then his cheeks were cracked and his howls were like a wolf.

"Haha, look, I said I got up early this morning and stepped on dog shit. This is not bad luck, but good luck." As he said that, he laughed wildly, walking forward with a loud smile, his mouth full of boasting. When he got closer, he ignored the stall owner, grabbed the wine glass that he had changed, and took it in his hand and looked at it carefully. After a quarter of an hour, he made the monks beside him scold and scolded him, and even the foundation-building monks complained.

The stall owner seemed to be in a false sleep again and ignored it. But the more careful the man was, the more sweat stains there were on his forehead. He seemed to be unable to make up his mind and shouted: "Shut up, I'm selling the goods today and taking them off."

"Haha! Fan Tiezhu, don't talk big, you have to know that if things cannot be satisfied, but if you can't take them back, you don't think about it. Working with us to win things, you can't give up the opportunity. It's better to lose everything and end up with half your life." A monk was obviously moved by the wine glass and immediately got involved.

The man surnamed Fan was not arrogant, but he was definitely not a stupid guy. He grabbed the wine glass in his palm and hesitated for a while. Finally, he gritted his teeth and took something out of his arms. He put it in the original wine glass with extreme pain, indicating that the white-haired stall owner exchanged.

The little girl finally stopped slashing her fingers. Zhou Hao then realized that this seemingly simple and mysterious transaction is extremely dangerous. As the seller, the white-haired stall owner could have taken the initiative to choose, but the rules here are just the opposite. The white-haired stall owner randomly designated the purchaser, while the other monks are not qualified to participate, unless the designated person is insufficient, he will take the initiative to ask for someone.

participate.

Furthermore, the things that the participants also take should be picked by the white-haired stall owner. If they are not satisfied, I'm sorry, all the things, including the exchanged items, are confiscated. You should know that these things look like they are all ragged, but the monks participating know that more than 80% of them are real treasures, and it is absolutely worth the money to take them out. Therefore, once they are selected, they will be taken down even if they lose everything.

In this way, you can imagine what you take out, which is definitely a heart-wrenching weight. However, the rules are in the hands of the white-haired stall owner, and no one knows the result.

Of course, if you can't change things in the end and even lose your capital, there is another chance to save it, that is, seek help from other monks, but the price is extremely high, and no one will be willing to take that step. Unless the treasure is crucial, it is a must-have.

The white-haired stall owner glanced casually, as if he was thinking about whether something was worth or not. Under Fan Tiezhu's expectant gaze, he finally spoke.

"Not enough!" The cold voice, like a heavy hammer, directly shattered everyone's expectations.

Wow, the monks on one side were all overjoyed and almost excitedly did not cheer on the spot. Only Fan Tiezhuru was poured with cold water and was instantly depressed. Someone next to him immediately laughed and scolded: "Iron Lotus, do you dare to say that stepping on shit is lucky to see if you believe it or not, I will pat you with shit?"

Such an insult is simply unbearable for a mid-stage Jindan monk. However, Fan Tiezhu was not angry in the end and just said fiercely, everyone, don’t say sarcastic words, there is another chance, who will come, the rules will be the same, but everyone thinks it clearly, if you don’t have the strength to do things randomly, don’t blame me for making trouble for you in the future!

Zhou Hao was stunned. You must know, what the little girl said, if this kind of support was jumped out by the monk himself, it would be fine. As long as the things needed could meet the standards of first person, it would be considered successful. Sure enough, the few Jindan monks who had spoken without hesitation before quickly retreated, for fear of being named by Fan Tiezhu. You must know that from the beginning to the end, Fan Tiezhu took out the exchanged things and never showed up. Others don’t know what the level is. Once they guessed wrong, the things they paid were small, and they would be punished by the white-haired stall owner. That would be a fatal crisis.

But obviously Fan Tiezhu was not so narrow-minded and did not name the monk, so he would lose things.

If you don’t say it, you will suffer. If the monk stands up by himself, even if he doesn’t meet the requirements, he will only lose his treasure and hurt at most. It’s better than being beaten by a white-haired stall owner. Not to mention a golden elixir monk, he will have to lie down for at least half a year when he beats him. Those foundation-building monks are even more silent and dare not act rashly.

Sure enough, after a moment, someone finally stood up, handed out the same small jade box, and placed it in the original wine glass, along with Fan Tiezhu's things. In the end, under the envy of everyone, the two hurriedly took the wine glass they had exchanged, holding hands and leaving immediately with great affection.

The white-haired stall owner did not delay and opened his slightly cloudy eyes again to search for the crowd. At this moment, the little girl who had been holding Zhou Hao's hand actually trembled slightly, as if she was extremely excited. However, this time it was hidden very deeply and outsiders did not notice it.

Zhou Hao's mind was always divided into three parts, only a trace of it on the little girl, mainly to perceive the meaning described by the little hand. When a bit of spiritual thought was watching the transaction, 80% of his energy was studying the last thing. Therefore, he noticed the strangeness and immediately stopped his mind, but heard a loud and ridicule sounding around him.

"Hehe, our little princess actually won the bid. How about it? Why don't you exchange the baby quickly? That's a good piece of belly-packing material! Go back and clean it up so that you won't be so shabby that you don't even have anything to do with women and waste your things on your body." This voice was extremely familiar. Zhou Hao didn't even need to look at it, just knowing that it was the women who had been mocking the little girl before.

Zhou Hao then realized that the white-haired stall owner actually pointed to the little girl. Zhou Hao's heart was filled with anger. Is there anyone who bullies people like this? Do you really think that your things are treasures, are you blind? Such a little girl who probably has a problem with eating is just a cultivator in Qi training realm. If you ask her to exchange things for you, aren't you deliberately bullying people!
Chapter completed!