Chapter 907: Thousands of snow

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At this moment, Ning Xu was dressed in a green robe, with a restrained atmosphere and a sigh of relief, exuding an inscrutable taste.
In the face of Qin dust's lazy attitude, Ning Xu was somewhat dissatisfied.
This guy, I have never seen it, but it is so proud.
Who is he?
Tianjiang City Wanqian Pavilion owner.
Even if he is the master of the sun, the main lord of the sun, the head of the four elephants, the monks of the Jiangbei, he will be polite.
Qin Chen did not take him seriously.
Just taking care of the two people around, Ning Xu still suppressed his dissatisfaction.
Look at the demon spirit ginseng.
Ning Xu looked at it, and after half a mile, he said: "The demon spirit ginseng, worth one million Chinese spirit stone."
"Qin Dust son, one million, I bought it."
Upon hearing this, Li Yuyu’s heart pounded.
One million!
Still a Chinese stone.
He has never seen so many spiritual stones in this life.
Just heard this, Qin Chen suddenly stood up.
"Pet fish, pick up the demon spirit ginseng, let's go."
"Well, oh..." Li Xianyu said quickly.
One million, so I got it, spent 10,000 and earned ninety-nine thousand Lingshi!
Ok?
wrong?
What did Master respect say?
go?
At this moment, Ning Xu brows a twist.
"Qin Dianzi, the demon spirit ginseng is really rare, but the price we bought at Wanqian Pavilion is high. Generally speaking, the demon spirit ginseng, the other places have a maximum of 900,000 Chinese spirit stone."
He knows that Qin Chen is a bit too low.
"Nine hundred thousand?"
Qin Chen is laughing and laughing: "Wan Qiange, but this is the case."
Ning Xu was sinking in the heart at the moment.
Say he can, but say Wan Qiange, no!
"Qin Gongzi also please explain."
Qin Chen smiled at this moment: "This demon spirit ginseng, at least two million Chinese spirit stone, missing one, I can not sell!"
Two million?
Ning Xu brows almost twisted into a rope.
Doubled!
If this is the case, Wan Qiange buys it, and it is almost nothing to make.
At this moment, the young woman is also very curious to see Qin Chen.
The average demon ginseng is really worth only one million.
It was the blessing of the woman behind her. At this moment, she walked out and looked at Tianshen. She smiled and said: "Small friend, if the old man is not mistaken, this ginseng is at least 10,000 years old, right?"
Million years?
Ning Xu looked at it again, but he shouted for his own care.
The demon spirit ginseng, the appearance of the root must determine its year.
Generally, the centuries-old ginseng, the roots must be straight.
After a thousand years, the roots will be tied. This strain of ginseng, the roots must be carefully looked at, there are more than a dozen knots, which is at least 10,000 years.
"Even so... the maximum is 1.2 million, no more..." Ning Xu has no end.
Qin Chen smiled at this moment.

It seems that Wan Qiange has people who know the goods.

Qin Chen picked up the demon spirit ginseng and smiled: "This demon spirit ginseng, the year is not the most precious."
The words fell, Qin Chen finger a little.
On the surface of the demon spirit ginseng, there was a wound, and a drop of gold-red blood was dripping.
"Participating in the king!"
At this moment, the old man is condensed and unbelievable.
Participate in the king?
Ning Xu at the moment is also stunned.
"Fu old, what is the king?" The young woman did not understand.
"The demon spirit ginseng grows in a place full of yang yang, and the breath is relatively heavy, and the growth is relatively fast. Generally speaking, all of them grow one plant and rarely pile up."
"But if there is a pile up, there will be a strange phenomenon."
"The weakest ginseng will gradually rely on the powerful ginseng of the aura, and then gradually swallow the powerful ginseng. In the end, a group of ginseng will be completely swallowed and become the only ginseng to survive."
"This kind of ginseng, known as the king, is inside the king, like the human body, condensing the blood, once the blood is involved, a drop, worth tens of thousands of good spirits."
When the words came out, the young woman was very surprised.
Fu Lao is looking at Qin Chen.
This young man is not simple.
Judging whether it is the standard of participating in the king is whether or not the blood is condensed.
However, the general Dan teacher is simply impossible to see. Only by cutting through the ginseng can you see it.
However, it is clear that Qin Chen knew before that this was a king.
Li Xianyu is now wide-eyed.
Master is a waste!
This plan, a million Lingshi is gone.
Qin Chen smiled at this moment: "This is the king of the king, the value is at least two million yuan in the middle of the stone, I am not wrong?"
Ning Xu looked embarrassed at the moment.
Eyes are gone!
However, it is impossible to see the king, without scratching the surface.
Qin Chen is so sure!
"Qin Gongzi!"
At this moment, the young woman opened her mouth.
"In the tens of thousands of snow, on behalf of the Ning Xuge master, apologize to Qin Gongzi."
Wan Tingxue said at the moment: "Ningxu Ge, do you still apologize?"
"It is abrupt in the next!" Ning Xu was at the moment.
"This is the king of the king. We bought the 2.2 million Lingshi of Wanqian Pavilion. That 200,000 is to make up for Qin Gongzi."
At the exit, 200,000 Chinese goods were sent out.
200,000, but enough to buy a handle!
atmosphere!
Qin Chen looked at the snow and smiled: "You will do business, a bit of a day."
One million a day!
Wan Qiange ancestors.
90,000 years ago, the king of the world existed.
At that time, it was this person who led Wan Qiange to the first pavilion of the thousand continents and was called a king!
The word is king, you can see the power of this person.
Not only is the strength of the power, but also the strength of the wrist.
Qin dust is lifted up at this moment, but the wind is light and cloudless.
Ning Xu is a big man at the moment.
A king ancestor, but the most outstanding cabinet owner of Wanqian Pavilion, after 90,000 years, who is not talking about the change?
Qin Chen is completely ignorant, and Zhangkou is the name.
"Since you have a surname of 10,000, you should be a child of Wanqian Pavilion?" Qin Chen said casually: "Isn't it supposed to die in a day? But outside, it shouldn't be his stewardship. Who is the owner of the Wanqian Pavilion?"

Thousands of thousands? Or Wanzi’an?

When I heard this, Wan Xue’s face was unchanged, but in my heart, it was a huge wave.
Qin Chen seems to be very familiar with Wanqian Pavilion.
At this moment, Fu Lao looked at Qin Chen, but he looked at it with his eyes.
"It is my eyes."
Wan Tingxue smiled and said casually: "The current director of Wanqian Pavilion is my father's tens of thousands."
Sure enough, it is tens of thousands.
Qin Chen sighed in his heart.
One day, two sons, Wanjiu and Wanzian.
Wan Jiu is more suitable to control Wan Qiange, as for Wan Zi'an... that silly boy...
Wan Tingxue looked at Qin Chen and smiled and asked: "I don't know Qin Duke's son, where is it from?"
"To my understanding of Wanqian Pavilion, where Qin Chengongzi came from, it should not be a place of no name."
Qin Chen smiled and said: "Little guy, don't think about setting me up. Where do I come from? You can use thousands of ways to get through the sky.
"I don't think what you think, from what ancient family, not the characters from those places, I just want to sell something and buy something."
Known as the little guy, Wan Guan Xue was a little annoyed.
Qin Chen looks like it is almost the same as her age.