"I want it too, I want it too~"

Di Meng grabbed Lin Hao's sleeve and said coquettishly.

"If there is something suitable for you, it will be exchanged for you! Yours is indispensable!" Lin Hao pointed at Di Meng's little brain angrily, and said with a smile.

"Hey...... Good!good!. Di Meng wrinkled his nose and smiled sweetly at Lin Hao.

Lin Hao shook his head and smiled, he was helpless against this emperor dream, with a childish heart.

And he will never be unkind to those who follow him.

"I think these things are rare, and we don't have any good things in our hands to exchange them......"

Tyrant Wu pursed his lips, looking at the treasures on the stalls on the ground, he grinned, even if he was a person from the Canglong lineage, there were not many treasures in his hands, and it was difficult to exchange for anything here.

"Don't worry! You don't, don't you still have me? Can you be without you? Lin Hao shook his head and laughed.

I have to say that there are indeed a lot of treasures here, and even Lin Hao is tempted.

Some people even sit on their coffin boards and place their belongings.

As far as the eye can see, the green mountains and green waters, the mountains are undulating, there are huge mountains like cows, there are mountains like dragon plates, and the fairy mist is filled, but they are all coffins ups and downs, which makes people feel a sense of disobedience.

Everyone looked at these people who had recovered from the coffin, but they were a little frightened, these people exuded terrifying fluctuations all over their bodies, and some people went up to deliberately make friends, but they were almost killed.

This made those people understand that these strong men who recovered from the coffin were all people with strange temperaments, so few people dared to approach and want to make friends.

"Eh, why is that old man sitting on a sarcophagus?"

Tyrant Wu pointed to a broken sarcophagus in front of him, where a dying old man was sitting, and his whole body was filled with a terrible death breath.

Lin Hao was just about to open his mouth to reprimand, when he saw the old man's eyes suddenly break open, and two blood-colored rays of light burst out from it, shooting towards the violent martial arts like a sharp sword.

"Not good!"

Lin Hao secretly scolded badly, his complexion changed slightly, and suddenly the folding fan in his hand waved out, wanting to block it.

"Bang!"

Even if Lin Hao blocked most of the power, some of the power still exploded and hit the violent force's body, causing it to be swept away, spitting out a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and his face was pale.

Even Lin Hao couldn't help but take a step back, and his face sank.

And this blow made everyone present chill.

Lin Hao frowned even more, who is not good to provoke this violent force? Just to provoke this old man, he is sitting on a pair of dilapidated sarcophagi, which seems to be inconspicuous, but it is the most terrifying existence among these people.

"Seniors, juniors are ignorant, and they offend you by saying offended each other, so why bother. Lin Hao couldn't help but take a deep breath and said solemnly.

This old man's cultivation is extraordinary, not in the realm of gods and demons, he should be a powerhouse in the Dao realm or even the emperor realm, but his body is full of dead energy.

"Not everyone is as good-tempered as I am. The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at Lin Hao, but finally closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

At this time, the violent warrior who got up was also pale, but he didn't dare to say another half a word, and everyone kept their mouths closed, lowering their heads and even being careful to gasp.

Tyranny Wu only looked up at Lin Hao cautiously, for fear that Lin Hao would blame.

And Lin Hao looked at the old man and the things in front of the old man, and immediately laughed, and his eyebrows were also stretched.

"Senior, these things of yours are all good things, I'm afraid ordinary people can't afford to change them, what do you need?" Lin Hao asked with a light smile.

"Something that is dead to death. The old man's eyes opened and closed, and he spoke.

Lin Hao grinned, fanned the folding fan, and then glanced at Emperor Meng.

Di Meng suddenly smiled sweetly, and then the thunder light in his hand converged, and a round ball the size of a head appeared, and in that ball was a thunder spirit, and a vivid thunder spirit jumped in it.

Lin Hao found that the captured thunder spirits were stored in Emperor Meng's body, and those thunder spirits no longer dissipated, so Lin Hao captured some thunder spirits for use in case of trouble, and stored them in Emperor Meng's body in case of emergency.

Moreover, those thunder spirits can also increase the combat power of Emperor Meng.

"Hmm, Thunder Spirit, you can indeed wash away some dead air, but the Thunder Spirit in your hand is too weak. The old man seemed to be taken aback, but it was fleeting.

The eyes of the old man sitting on the coffin flashed a fine light and then closed again, silent for a while as if he was muttering something, and finally, the old man pointed to a few materials and objects on his coffin and said slowly: "This thunder spirit can be exchanged for these things, if you agree, you can exchange it." ”

At this time, Lin Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, and everyone could see clearly that these things had a silver nugget, a delicate dagger, and a herb.

The silver nugget in it, although it looked like it was just ordinary silver, but it faintly exuded sword energy, like a divine sword, which could pierce the sky!

"Mithril. ”

Lin Hao held the piece of Mithril in his hand, which was not as big as an ordinary teacup, but in his hand, he faintly grasped countless swords and wanted to cut his palm.

"Yes, that's it, thank you seniors. ”

Lin Hao smiled, weighed the Mithril in his hand, and then threw it to Shen Mufeng.

"You take it first, and then I will reforge the blood sword in your hand. Lin Hao said slowly.

"Yes, thank you, Childe!" Shen Mufeng now also felt that the blood sword in his hand was a little unsuitable for him, not only was it incompetent, but it also couldn't exert its due power.

Shen Mufeng took the Mithril in Lin Hao's hand, and his heart was excited.

Those people on the side couldn't help but feel extremely envious when they saw this scene, it was Mithril! Although it was only such a small piece, it was something that was incomparably precious even in the Dao Realm, and it was actually given to others like this.

However, Shen Mufeng and the others knew that as long as they followed their son-in-law, Lin Hao would naturally not treat them badly.

The old man put away the thunder spirit that Lin Hao gave him and closed his eyes again.

However, Lin Hao took a fancy to another thing.

It was an armguard, with a shield-like sigil, and it was supposed to be armor.

"Senior, can I take a look at this armguard?"

Lin Hao pointed to the arm guard and said.

The old man nodded, but did not open his eyes.

This arm guard doesn't seem to be very inconspicuous, but Lin Hao is not ordinary at first glance, and he takes it in his hand and turns it upside down.

"Buzz ......"

Lin Hao input mana, and suddenly a buzzing sound came out from the armguard, and the small shield on the armguard suddenly enlarged, forming a shield.

"Good!

On the shield was a picture of an evil ghost, full of ciphertext, and when it was stimulated, it was as if it wanted to break through the confinement as if it were alive.

A pair of blood-colored eyes are as real as they are.

"I want this too!" (https:)

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