Shenwu Yutianlei

Chapter 165 Lightning Strikes Wood

After the accommodation problem was finally solved, Shen Yun had the idea of ​​going out for a walk.

Shen Yun gently opened the door. At this moment, the door of a room opposite happened to be opened, and a woman in green slowly walked out of the room.

When their eyes met, Shen Yun nodded slightly to the woman to show his politeness and friendliness. The woman hesitated for a moment, then nodded to Shen Yun in response.

This was just a small episode. Afterwards, Shen Yun made some simple inquiries to the innkeeper and got some useful information. Then, he walked out at a leisurely pace.

As the core area of ​​the entire Liuyun Empire, Liuyun City is as tolerant and inclusive as the sea, gathering all kinds of food from all over the country. Shen Yun randomly picked a few snacks that looked very novel and tried them with great interest. Not to mention, the taste of these snacks was really good, bringing him a unique taste enjoyment.

Shen Yun continued to wander around freely, and at this moment, a noisy sound suddenly came from the front, which successfully attracted his attention. He saw a lot of people gathered in front of a stall. Shen Yun, based on the principle of "if there is excitement, it is a waste not to see it", squeezed in with great interest to see what was going on.

Shen Yun squeezed through the crowd and finally got in. Then, he looked carefully and found that everyone was looking at a piece of wood on the stall that was only the size of a palm.

However, the moment Shen Yun's eyes touched the piece of wood, his body shook violently, and a strange feeling instantly spread throughout his body. He could clearly feel that the lightning seed in his body had actually started to move strangely, as if it was extremely eager to eat the piece of wood, as if there was a strong attraction that wanted to pull the piece of wood tightly over. Shen Yun was shocked, he had never encountered such a strange situation, the lightning seed in his body seemed to become extremely active and agitated at this moment, this strange feeling made him feel a little overwhelmed.

He did not dare to be negligent, and quickly closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, and practiced the "Thunder God Technique" with all his strength. As the technique was running, Shen Yun could feel a cool breath flowing through his body, trying to calm the restless movement in his dantian. He was fully immersed in the operation of the technique, trying to suppress the abnormal desire and restlessness of the lightning seed in his body, and fine beads of sweat gradually seeped out of his forehead. After some effort, Shen Yun finally felt that the movement in his dantian gradually subsided, and the lightning seed slowly returned to calm. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the piece of wood again, his heart full of doubts and curiosity, not understanding why this seemingly ordinary piece of wood would have such a huge impact on the lightning seed in his body.

Just when he was calming down the abnormal movement in his body, he vaguely heard the discussion of the people around him. The people around him talked about the origin and peculiarity of this piece of wood. He then learned that the seemingly inconspicuous piece of wood in front of him was actually an extremely precious piece of lightning-struck wood. From the words of the people, he also learned that judging from its appearance, this piece of lightning-struck wood was at least of the second level, which was already a very high level.

At this point, Shen Yun finally realized why the lightning seed in his dantian became so excited the moment he saw this piece of wood. After all, natural treasures with thunder attributes have always been rare in the world, and they are hard to come by. They contain extremely powerful and pure thunder attribute energy, which is irresistible to those who practice thunder attribute exercises. And the lightning seed in his body has a keen perception and strong desire for this thunder attribute power. Therefore, when encountering such a second-level thunder-struck wood, the lightning seed will show such a strong reaction, as if it has encountered a once-in-a-lifetime treasure, and desperately wants to take it for itself. Shen Yun pondered in his heart, thinking about how to deal with the situation at hand.

So Shen Yun turned to the stall owner and asked the price: "Boss, how much is this lightning-struck wood?"

The stall owner was a middle-aged man who looked so thin that he could be blown down by a gust of wind. He was wearing a gray robe that looked a little old and a little sloppy. His hair was a little messy, casually draped over his shoulders, as if he had not been taken care of for a long time. His face was thin, as if he had been weathered, and his cheeks were slightly sunken. There was a hint of indifference and shrewdness in his eyes, and his eyes were like sharp arrows, which made people feel a little oppressive when looking at him. He had a small tuft of goatee on his chin, which not only did not add a bit of elegance to him, but made him look quite mercenary, like a calculating and calculating profiteer who had been struggling in the market for many years.

After hearing what Shen Yun said, the stall owner didn't even raise his eyelids, but responded coldly: "One thousand low-grade spirit stones, no bargaining." The tone was stiff and firm, without any room for negotiation, as if he was absolutely confident in the price he offered.

When the people around heard the price quoted by the stall owner, there was an uproar and everyone shouted angrily.

One of them shouted at the top of his voice: "It's too expensive! This is simply a profiteer! Such a small piece of lightning-struck wood is priced so high, isn't this a rip-off!"

Another person followed suit and said, "Yeah, look at it, it's such a small piece, it can't even be used to make a sword, it's really not very practical, how can it be worth so much money."

Someone else said with a somewhat dissatisfied and teasing tone: "Stall owner, I advise you to be kind. I will accept a hundred low-grade spirit stones. Don't be too much."

For a moment, everyone was talking about it, and all kinds of voices were intertwined, just like a noisy downtown. However, no matter how everyone discussed, they all had the same idea, that is, everyone agreed that although the lightning-struck wood in front of them was indeed of good quality and had a faint lightning force, it was obviously not an ordinary item, but it was too small. With such a small size, it was completely inconsistent with everyone's expected value and was not worth the price the stall owner called out.

Facing the discussions and accusations of the crowd, the stall owner remained expressionless. He responded coldly again: "This is the price, you can buy it or not, I don't have the habit of bargaining." After that, he closed his mouth and looked at the crowd with indifferent eyes, as if he didn't care about their reactions at all, and looked completely unmoved.

The people watching around had looks of dissatisfaction and annoyance on their faces, and they began to turn around and leave, cursing.

As they walked, they kept mumbling various complaints, "This stall owner is too ruthless, he really took us for a ride." "That's right, the price is too outrageous, it's just a rip-off."

"Humph, you really think that thing of his is a treasure. It's better not to buy it."