Feeling the suffocating and oppressive feeling of Lu Fei's body, the young monk instantly felt like a deflated balloon, cold sweat flowed out from his back, and saliva swallowed.

"How many Yuan crystals do you need in the heaven-level magic weapon?"

"The sky-level low-grade magic weapon, market price, starts at 300,000 yuan in crystal."

When the young monk heard this price, he was instantly relieved.

How could he have so many Yuan crystals?

"Then...what is the earth-level magic weapon?"

The young monk asked timidly.

"The lower-grade magic weapon at the prefecture level is available at the market price, starting from 100,000 yuan in crystals."

"That…"

"Then what? Just say, how many Yuan crystals are there on you now?"

Lu Fei became impatient in an instant.

He also has to open the door to do business, but he doesn't want to waste time alone.

What's more, he's still a person who asks about everything.

"More than 50,000."

The young monk swallowed his saliva, responding in a devilish way.

"A 50,000 yuan crystal can be purchased with a mysterious medium-grade magic weapon, but I suggest you buy a mysterious low-level magic weapon and some elixirs for emergency healing."
Chapter completed!