Every time a Martial God Arena is held, the Wild Sky Arena needs to recruit the Martial God back, so the ghost hunting competition will have to wait for a few days. During this period, Huang Tianqi smiled from ear to ear because he won a lot of money. Of course, as a young master of a wasteland, he has never been short of money. As for why you gamble, perhaps only those who are really good gamblers can know.

Most of the mainstays in casinos throughout the ages are those who are not short of money, money is like dung to them, gambling is just a pastime, but if you are deeply trapped, it is a different matter.

Since you want to fight the martial arts field, you will naturally not go to the martial arts arena to choose weapons and armor, although the weapons in it are not bad, but after all, they are only of average level, and many of them are in disrepair and have wear and tear. And the weapons of the martial gods are all good blades, and after their nourishment and perfection, they are infinitely close to the divine weapons.

People in the wasteland are good at martial arts, and they love weapons and equipment, and everyone's equipment is their beloved thing, which can be said to have reached the level of being crazy about things.

Huang Tianhou took the ghost hunter and others to the weapon shop in the wasteland, he wanted to buy a set of equipment for the ghost hunter and Shao San, which he had thought about before he gambled money, but Shao San was not counted at that time, and when he learned that Shao San had also defeated a martial god candidate, he was also courteous to him.

In his eyes, Shao San and the ghost hunter were already his own combat power! But he didn't expect that Shao San and the ghost hunter would eventually slip away from his mouth by mistake, and even become his enemy. Of course, that's all for later.

The so-called martial god is the existence of the pinnacle of martial arts, even in the wasteland, it is hard to find. It takes not just effort, but talent. Some people can't become a martial god no matter how hard you try, this is what God decided at the beginning.

As for the matter of buying equipment, some people pay for it themselves, Shao San is a hundred happy to hear it, and the ghost hunter didn't want to follow at first.

"Whatever!"

"Just buy it!" the ghost hunter was a little impatient.

At this time, he was holding a book, because his mind was not quiet and he couldn't read it, but he was forced to read it in his brain and was upset!

Huang Tianhou and the others only felt inexplicable, but because they had long been accustomed to the moodiness of ghost hunting, they didn't have much mustard.

"Capable people! There must always be some strange tempers!"

"Wait, wait, I'll go too!"

"Scorpion!

However, when they just stepped out of the restaurant, the ghost hunter immediately chased down, and did not forget to shout the scorpion. The scorpion lived next door to the ghost hunter, and when he heard the ghost hunter's cry, he came out of the door in an instant, and he was sweating profusely, and he was exercising in the room, but was interrupted by the ghost hunter.

"His mind is really hard to fathom!" The ghost hunter was smiling at the moment, and everyone couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

In fact, even the ghost hunters themselves have not paid attention to the problem of their own emotional fickleness.

When I was in the barbarians, Grandma Ma died, and my partner left, causing me to practice hard all day long, and I gradually developed the habit of not laughing with no one by my side.

The next few years of staying in the Ten Thousand Corpses Grave in the Ghost Realm were even more boring, and there was no other emotion except pain and loneliness, until he came back to the Ten Thousand Dharma Realm to contact people and feel the sunshine, and he gradually regained his emotional fluctuations as a human being.

Therefore, he does not hide his emotions, laughing is laughing and being angry is angry, of course, he does not need to hide his emotions for anyone.

The blacksmith shop in the wasteland is not luxurious, but has an air of simplicity, which is incompatible with the traffic and high-rise buildings around it. But this does not mean that the profession of blacksmith has no future, on the contrary, here, blacksmiths are respected by the people of the whole prefecture, and the salary is directly paid every month by the rat district where the Emperor of the Wasteland is located, and the amount is very expensive. Of course, this must be a recognized blacksmith, otherwise anyone can be it.

Most of these blacksmiths are the kind of people who have a superior family background and do not worry about food and clothing all their lives, and they are engaged in the blacksmith business because of their own love, and such people are more skilled than other blacksmiths born in the common people, because they have received the best resources from this area since they were young, and even if you are a peerless fool, you will also achieve something under the 'baptism' of so many resources, not to mention that they are not born with low intelligence.

Before a few blacksmith shops took the lead in pulling down the faces of the barren weather, the two masters of the ghost hunter and Shao San were too difficult to serve. Say nothing, don't want anything. Say everything well, and it's hard to choose if you want anything.

In the eyes of those blacksmiths, Shao San's 'short-sighted' behavior is unbearable, as a person brought by the barren weather, although he has lost some face in the barren weather, he can still bear it. But as picky as a ghost hunter, everyone has already taken out the treasure of the town store angrily, and he also picked it up left and right, and finally came to say, "Go to another house and take a look!"

Seeing that people were red-faced and red-eared and didn't speak, they were embarrassed for a while. If it weren't for the scruples of the barren weather, people would have rolled up their sleeves and blasted the ghost hunters out. It's nothing to hunt ghosts this time, but it's hard to be a person in the wilderness.

"Young master, forget it, don't be like him!" Qin Shan saw that the barren weather was already on the verge of attack, and in order to avoid the situation being too stiff, he deliberately walked behind and whispered to him.

"Yes, I've endured it for so long, and I'm insisting on it, and I want to ask Mr. Xian to endure it first, and emperors have been like this since ancient times!"

Hearing this, he closed his eyes as if he was thinking, and then took a deep breath to extinguish the dark fire in his heart and calm down.

"Well, if you want to wear a crown, you must first bear its weight!" said Huang Tianhou.

"In my opinion, the young master is just too much to let him, how big is he? It is worth lowering your stature as the overlord of the future party! Now that this is considered a 'courtesy' talent, what else does he want?" Qin Shan complained.

"That's not the case, no matter what his ability is, the young master naturally has to have an attitude of seeking talent!" Qin Hai retorted.

"Okay, don't talk about it! What Qin Shan said is also reasonable, as an emperor, it is not a matter of groveling, and the prestige that should be there must still be there! Don't say so much now, first solve the headache in front of you!"

"Oh no! I remember Uncle Lin Jue's blacksmith shop seems to be open right in front!" said Huang Tianhou patting his head.

"Ahh

"Ahh

"Go and call them out!" Emperor Desolate Heaven panicked, and Qin Shan hurriedly ran forward.

I saw a blacksmith shop in front of me with an open door, and a big flag 'Lin Craftsman' was hung at the door, and then there were a few red lanterns, which had a quaint and weird atmosphere, giving people the feeling that it was a dilapidated shop, but everyone in the wasteland knew that the 'Forest Craftsman' was one of the few craftsmen favored by the Emperor of the Wasteland, and there was a momentum of the first craftsman in the wasteland!