Although Lu Youfang was unwilling to give up half of the thousand-year-old iron spirit, there was nothing else to see the dissatisfied eyes of the people around him.

He could only take out the thousand-year-old iron spirit, and said to Yue Buping: "Yue Buping! I am not afraid of you. If it weren't for the sake of the big guy, I, Lu Youfang, would never have compromised like this!"

The moment Lu Youfang took out the iron spirit, Murong Ningyue felt something was wrong. From the surface, the fast iron spirit was indeed the black color of a thousand-year-old iron spirit, but Murong Ningyue's powerful soul power played a role again. Murong Ningyue vaguely felt something else seemed to be hidden in the iron spirit.

After Lu Youfang finished speaking, he took out his long sword and slashed the thousand-year-old iron spirit. As long as he divided the iron spirit into two halves, they were all done.

"clang!"

With a crisp sound, a small mouth was suddenly knocked out from Lu Youfang's long sword, and the thousand-year-old iron spirit was still intact.

Lu Youfang was stunned and the people around him were also surprised to see that although this thousand-year-old iron spirit was strong, it was not so strong.

At this moment, Murong Ningyue said, "You two fools, although these thousand-year-old iron spirits are not particularly valuable, they are also the material for refining second-grade immortal weapons. Your flying sword is just a first-grade immortal weapon. How can you not be damaged if you knock it like this?"

Seeing Murong Ningyue stand up and explain, Lu Youfang immediately clasped his fists at Murong Ningyue and said, "Miss is right. My sword is indeed a first-grade immortal weapon. So, since that's the case, should we use a sharper weapon to cut this piece of iron essence?"

Murong Ningyue looked at Lu Youfang with contempt and said, "You are so stupid. This iron spirit is worth only if it is a perfect piece. If you split it in half, it will be worthless. Do you understand?"

Hearing Murong Ningyue say this, Lu Youfang said anxiously before he answered Yue Buping: "It's not worth it if it is chopped? Then don't chop it! But then how do we divide this iron spirit?"

Murong Ningyue looked at Yue Buping with an idiot again: "You two are really stupid. Wouldn't you sell this iron spirit directly and divide the money you earned equally? This lady is a weapon refiner, so I am kind enough to accept you iron spirit. You can offer a price!"

Lu Youfang and Yue Buping looked at each other, and the two who were still facing each other just now quickly occupied the same camp. Yue Buping raised a finger at Murong Ningyue and said, "This thousand-year-old iron spirit is so good. We will take you ten thousand low-grade fairy stones. Isn't that too much?"

According to the market conditions, a piece of iron spirits as big as a fist can be sold for 10,000 low-grade spirit stones, but Murong Ningyue is a person who can save as much as possible. Besides, if he buys it so happily, it may arouse others' suspicion, so it is better to act like this.

"Ten thousand yuan? If it were at the auction, it might be worth the price, but it is not an auction now. Besides, this thing is only used by the weapon refiners. I think there should be no second weapon refiners here. I have to pay at most 8,000 low-grade spirit stones. Do you think it will be sold?"
Chapter completed!