A Strange Piece of Iron

After thinking for a moment, Yan'er was about to agree when a hand reached out from behind her.

"No, is this thing worth two spirit stones?"

"I don't even want it if you sell it to me in copper coins!"

After saying this, Zhao Tianqian stood out from behind Yan'er, followed by Jiang Ping.

The shopkeeper looked as if he was facing a great enemy, but he was at least a veteran who had opened a shop for more than a decade. After hearing the old Taoist priest's words, he took back the piece of iron.

"This is the treasure of my shop!"

"Two spirit stones is already the lowest price. If you are not sincerely interested, there's no need to talk anymore!"

After taking back the iron bar in Yan'er's hand, it could be seen on her face that she was panicking a little.

The shopkeeper had noticed this and wanted to take the opportunity to raise the price.

Zhao Tianqian was even more crafty and directly asked the shopkeeper.