Chapter 344 Ten Thousand Year Old Lightning Struck Wood!

"How much is this short knife?"

Su Chen saw that the stall owner was a middle-aged man with shifty eyes. He walked over casually and picked up a black short knife.

"Sir, you have good taste! This short knife comes from the ruins of the ancient gods. It is an ancient treasure. If you want it, take it directly for 100,000 low-grade spirit stones!"

The stall owner's eyes lit up when he saw Su Chen, and he talked incessantly.

"100,000 low-grade spirit stones? It's too expensive! Will you sell it for 1,000 low-grade spirit stones?"

Su Chen said lightly.

He had a lot of spirit stones on him, but he couldn't be taken advantage of and slaughtered at will.

"One thousand low-grade spirit stones? Too little! Sir, this is an ancient treasure from the ruins of an ancient god. It might be a relic of a god. If you really want it, 50,000 low-grade spirit stones!" The stall owner's eyes flashed with a cunning look, and he said hurriedly. "Sir, that short knife doesn't have any spirituality at first glance. It's a piece of scrap copper and iron. It's worth at most a hundred spirit stones. Don't be fooled by him!" Ming said hurriedly. "It's okay. I have my own plan!" Su Chen smiled slightly. Then he looked up and said to the stall owner, "Ten thousand low-grade spirit stones, and let me pick one thing from your stall as a gift. If you don't want it, I'll leave!"

"Ten thousand low-grade spirit stones are really too little. I'll lose a lot! But... since you really want it, I'll treat it as a friend. Just take it!"

The stall owner looked distressed, but he was very happy in his heart.

He got all these things from a villager outside the city, and it only cost him dozens of low-grade spirit stones.

A short knife can sell for ten thousand low-grade spirit stones. He made a fortune!

"This is it!"

Su Chen nodded, picked up the half dead wood casually, and put it together with the short knife.

Then, he took out ten thousand low-grade spirit stones and gave them to the stall owner.

The stall owner's eyes had long been attracted by the spirit stones in Su Chen's hand, so why would he care what Su Chen chose?

He hurriedly took the spirit stone, and then handed the short knife and the dead wood to Su Chen, as if he was afraid that Su Chen would regret it.

"Young Master, you've been fooled! Ten thousand low-grade spirit stones are enough to buy all the things on his stall!"

A Ming said with a bitter smile.

"A Ming, do you know what this is?"

Su Chen said with a calm smile.

When he just used the Delusion-Breaking Divine Eye, he actually found that A Ming's physique was very unusual, and he almost missed a good talent.

So, he took out the black dead wood, which was also a deliberate reminder to A Ming.

"Young Master, isn't this just a piece of dead wood? It has no spirituality, it's very ordinary, and there's nothing special about it!"

A Ming looked at the dead wood and said with some doubts.

"Take a closer look!"

Su Chen said with a calm smile.

A Ming's eyes were full of suspicion, but after hearing Su Chen's words, he still carefully observed the dead wood, and even reached out to touch the lines on the dead wood.

Crack!

A tiny purple lightning suddenly jumped out, which scared A Ming.

"This is... This is..."

A Ming suddenly seemed to think of something, and couldn't help but tremble all over, and his eyes widened.

"Young Master, is this the legendary ten thousand year old lightning wood?"

He looked around carefully, and then said to Su Chen very carefully.

"You actually recognize the ten thousand year old lightning wood? Not bad, not bad!"

Su Chen said with appreciation.

The hundred year old lightning wood is green and yellow in color.

The thousand year old lightning wood is dark purple in color.

The five thousand year old lightning wood is golden in color, and the thunder is roaring, which can cause strange phenomena in the world.

And the ten thousand year old lightning wood is as black as ink, like charcoal, and the thunder is restrained, just like an ordinary thing.

This half of dead wood is indeed a piece of wood that has been struck by lightning for thousands of years.