Legend of Sword King

0A skinny boy behind him was beating a melon seeds. He didn't know why, but his face was gloomy and he looked like he was in a bad mood. When he raised his head and saw Cheng Qing's young face, he said impatiently, "What are you knocking on the counter for, did you break the lid? Can you afford it?    0

    

After saying this, the waiter lowered his head and began to eat the melon seeds. He had no intention of paying any attention to Cheng Qing.    

    

As far as he was concerned, what good thing could a young kid like Cheng Qing take out? In addition, there was also Cheng Qing's clothes. The cloth was very ordinary and the workmanship was not exquisite. One could tell by just looking at the quality of the goods. A single Yellow Grade One spirit stone was enough to buy a large pile.    

    

Cheng Qing knocked on the cabinet again, which really pissed the waiter off. He stood up, spat out the melon seeds in his mouth, pointed at Cheng Qing's nose and said angrily, "You don't have ears, or what?" I told you not to knock! [Why is it that even a random object can cost a few thousand spirit stones? Do you think you can afford it?] Let me tell you, this counter is only worth one Xuan grade spirit stone! If you break it, you won't even be able to afford to sell yourself! Get lost! "    

    

The scattered customers in the shop weren't surprised by this and didn't have any reaction. In their eyes, Cheng Qing was just a poor kid, someone who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. How could this Star Condensation Pavilion be a place that the poor came from?    

    

What responded to the waiter was a loud bang. Under his frightened gaze, Cheng Qing pressed his hand on the counter. The counter that was made of Agarwood and was known for its durability directly shattered into pieces.    

    

Cheng Qing lightly retracted his hand, "Now you can speak properly?"    

    

The waiter was alarmed and confused, afraid and angry at the same time.    

    

To be able to knock down the counter with a single slap, he must at least be at the fifth level of the Nazi realm. Without a Qi Condensation method, he shouldn't even think of splitting the Agarwood with a magic tool.    

    

Such a cultivator was already highly regarded by the waiter, but with Cheng Qing acting this way, it was undoubtedly a slap to his face.    

    

The waiter's face immediately changed, but he didn't dare to do anything to Cheng Qing. He could only grit his teeth and said: "You better make a good deal, if the price is too low, the manager won't let you go!"    

    

Cheng Qing took out the two thousand year old Fire Ganoderma and placed it on the nearby counter. He looked at the waiter indifferently. "How about I sell these two stalks to you?"    

    

The waiter didn't think much of it at first. After all, Ganoderma was the one with the most imitations, and it was already difficult to find a hundred year old one, and even if it was a hundred year old, it still wouldn't be that useful. He glanced at the Fire Lingzhi and was about to mock her when his face suddenly changed and he began to breathe heavily.    

    

Both of his hands trembled as he took out a special pair of eyes to put on. After he looked at it closely for a while, he could not help but take a step back, and said in shock: "Fire Lingzhi … Furthermore, it's a thousand year old Fire Spirit Ganoderma … It's priceless! "    

    

At this time, the waiter no longer dared to be disrespectful to Cheng Qing. He quickly nodded and bowed with a smile on his face. This thousand year Fire Lingzhi is too valuable, I'll go call the supervisor right now! "    

    

Seeing the waiter open the curtain and walk into the room, Cheng Qing chuckled. Although this waiter looked down on everyone, he still had some knowledge of spiritual medicines. That's right. If he didn't have any skills, he wouldn't be able to work here.