Hua Xian's green hand was burned by the fire, and his face flushed. After a while, she reverted to her old self, and when she was doused by the fire, she snorted coldly and turned back to the pavilion. Even the booklet of "Wind and Fire" can be easily taken away.

Huo Bai looked at Hua Xian's departing figure, shook his head, and said with a wry smile: "Little Wuyou, you are so lucky. ”

Tiger also punished two stupid guys who didn't know what was going on. They stared at the defeat of the fire, but the defeat of the fire did not answer their question. Instead, they turned around, looked at the world beyond the valley, and said with high morale: "The genius of the Southern Wastelands, I am defeated, is coming. ”

On the border of the Shura Sword Country, it was originally a desolate place, but I don't know when it started. There is an unexpected additional market. Every day, noise can be seen in the large number of monks gathered here.

Only a small percentage of the monks here are from the Shura Sword Country, and the rest are from the southern wastelands. There are millions of them.

As early as twenty years ago, the news that the Shura sect wanted to select the son of a saint had spread throughout the southern wilderness. Over the past two decades, anyone with an idea has flocked to the Shura Sword District. It was only at this time that other monks dared to step so boldly into the territory of the Shura Sword Sect, because if it was in the past.

"You?haha, are you sure you want to vote for yourself?," the shopkeeper suddenly laughed at the young man in black. This is a gambler he never knew.

Although the shop was full of copper stench, he was a true Venerable One, and only the Venerable One could control tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of black gold coins in and out every day. Ever since he saw the young man dressed in black, he had already used his divine sense to study the practice of another person, the Seven Heavenly Gods.

Such cultivation, if not in such an environment, must be a rare talent in the southern wilderness. But in this game, the Seven Gods are cannon fodder-like characters. It is absolutely impossible to win the position of the most important son.

"Yes, I want to vote for myself, don't I?" The young man in black said solemnly.

"Haha, of course you can, as long as you can afford to pay 100 black gold coins, you can vote for whoever you want, I can make the decision. "Your odds are one thousand to two thousand. The innkeeper's laughter grew louder and louder, which attracted the attention of the surrounding monks.

When I listened closely, everyone around me was laughing. They mercilessly laughed at the ragged young man in black.

It doesn't matter if you're stupid or not, but if you're really stupid, don't blame others for laughing at you.

"Well, that's all I have. I invested in myself. The man in black felt that he was holding a bag of heaven and earth in his arms, and a pile of tinkling black gold coins fell out. There is no need to count them. Only 383.

In this market, 383 black gold coins, such a family property, can be considered pitiful. Seeing that the young man in black was indeed not a very rich man, the shopkeeper laughed faster. He held an iron card in his hand, and his divine feeling moved. Some words appear on the card. Then he casually threw it over, sneered and said, "Take it, this is your certificate, if you can win the final victory, you can use this certificate to any branch of the Nirvana Supreme Chamber of Commerce to redeem your reward." ””

The shopkeeper sent the young man in black away like a beggar. He didn't even give him some information about the young man in black. In his opinion, those three hundred and eighty-three black gold coins were doomed to lose. It should be said that except for the top ten monks, who can win, the rest of the people who want to win are basically hopeless, so if you want to bet on ten monks, the shopkeeper basically does not need to be too heavy.

But the young man in black did not leave. He felt that he was holding another heaven and earth bag in his arms, and said with a somewhat "sluggish" expression: "So, don't you know what you have accepted?"

As soon as the bag of heaven and earth was turned over, some treasures of heaven and earth fell to the ground, and smelling the treasures of heaven and earth with the aroma of earth, even the contemptuous eyes of the shopkeeper would float with a trace of surprise.

The shops of "Lei Jing Xianglan, Boyang Jingyan, Fei Shuangteng, and Tianliang Liansui" recognized the name of Bao one by one.

These "heavenly treasures" and "earth treasures" are produced in the deep mountains and dense forests of Xiuluo Sword Field. They are very rare in the pitch-black waters of the lake and the blue sea. These five "heavenly treasures" and "earth treasures" are worth more than 3,000 pieces of black gold.

"This little friend, you are the treasure of the four natural materials and the earth. I'm willing to bet 500 black gold coins with you. At this moment, an old man with a black beard came up and said to the young man in black. The old man with the black beard was the old man named after the Jingyue Temple and the Meteorite Pavilion. When he saw the young man in black showing the four treasures of heaven and earth, he immediately said.

None of the "old fox" Nirvana's shopkeepers went to the city to scold each other's black-hearted and ruthless. The "Heavenly Wealth" and "Earth Treasure" of 3,000 black gold dare to produce 500 black gold. He also said he didn't like his face and jumps. It is clear that he thinks the other party does not understand the market.

"My little friend, I want to give you six hundred black gold coins. At this time, another old man came over and said, this old man, on behalf of Duanmai Shengfeng.

"So, you two, should we be first-come, first-served?" The shopkeeper said, with a cold glint in his eyes.

"Haha, Wu Xiang, it's not a matter of first and last come, it's a matter of high prices. Do you want this little friend to suffer?" Blackbeard's shopkeeper said with a sneer.

"You ......" shopkeeper Wu Xiang was speechless. How could he admit it at this time?" Well, I give out 800 black gold coins. Wu Xiang said.

"I'll give a thousand"

"I'm willing to give you 12"

Three shopkeepers, when you came to me, you didn't even look at the young man in the black jacket.

The silver glittered, but the old woman sitting on the wooden chair was out of place in the environment. From time to time, the old woman smelled of a foul smell, and there was not a single grass growing within a radius of ten miles.

A figure shrouded in black mist slowly approached the old woman. The muffled voice even dimmed the silver light around him.

"Looks ...... You don't have much time. The shadow said.

"Ahem, ahem...... Even if it's not much time, it's enough to cope with you. The scepter in the old woman's hand fell gently, and the silver light shot out of the darkness like the sun.

"I'm not going to win the fight here, that's true, but don't forget, if I die, your only hope will be lost. The shadow whispered.

"I am holding this contest to invite relatives as you wish. When will I get it?" In the old woman's cloudy eyes, a bloodthirsty light shone out. In the face of life's hope, she can be fearless.

"Don't worry. You can live another two or three hundred years. The Son of the Emperor has appeared, and when he has completed his mission, I will give it to you with both hands. The shadow said.

"You're lying to me, no one can let a dying man do that. The old woman's whisper echoed in her heart.

"Believe it or not, in the wilderness of the South, no one can help you but me. The shadow said.

”......。 Well, I'll trust you one more time. If I knew you lied to me, I would definitely make you pay, even at the end of the world. The old woman said viciously.

"Don't worry. If it was in the Sino-Arab Kingdom, I could have carried it, but now I need some preparation. The shadow said.

“... Why do you want to do more...... The old lady asked.

The shadow turned away, leaving a word.