Such rattan silk has various functions, such as making ropes to tie weapons, or used as chains for meteor hammers, making tough and comfortable rattan clothes, sewing leather armor, and so on.

Zhang Jingtao also wanted these rattan silks, because his hemp rope had been seriously worn out in recent battles, and he had to use strong ropes to tie his head, strengthen his arm shield, replace the rope on his leather armor, and set traps.

And recently, he provided the ropes for the cross team, and he was responsible for the loss of five people.

The sticks didn't die at the beginning.

Before hunting tigers, it is best to re-strengthen the connectors on your body, so as to maintain the highest combat power.

However, the price of this bundle of rattan silk made Zhang Jingtao feel that he had to take a breath of cold air.

He finally felt the price of the flood.

Luckily, he also has a set of superb throwing axes.

This axe is good, but it is far less solid than the weapon armor.

I thought of the first time I saw the civet cat, the civet cat had looked at his flying axe carefully, seemed to be very interested, and as soon as his heart moved, Zhang Jingtao said to the civet: "The cat has been looking at my flying axe, why don't you change it?" ”

Conch and the others were suddenly a little confused So, if you want to change the sharp weapon, it stands to reason that you should also change it with them, in this team, the civet cat looks the most dangerous and unreliable, but why did this Fuxi choose this civet?

Everyone didn't understand, but the civet was overjoyed and said, "What price?" ”

Zhang Jingtao calculated slightly, plus he had to compete with those warriors, I was afraid that he didn't want to get it without three bags of mixed spices, and the spices he exchanged were only one bag, so he said: "Two bags of spices, plus I owe you a favor in Fuxi, this favor, maybe I will pay you back ten bags of spices." ”

Two bags of spices were very expensive, and in the wilderness, they were enough to save the lives of a samurai twenty times.

For this reason, Zhang Jingtao knew that this set of axes was not worth the price.

The civet hesitated for a moment, looked at Zhang Jingtao's big bamboo shield, and said, "If you can help me make a big bamboo shield in the future." ”

Zhang Jingtao said happily: "No problem, I can also give you a little braided rattan rope, believe me, the rattan rope I braided is definitely very strong." ”

The civet cat was a little skeptical to look at Zhang Jingtao, but still agreed.

The two of them stepped forward, and saw an oil-eating warrior with high eyebrows and a vicious face coldly said to the stall owner: "Boy, two bags of spices, can you change them?" The price of the master is not low! ”

Although the stall owner is a young man who is not too strong, he is agile in his movements and flexible in his eyes, but he is not afraid of this oil-eating warrior, so he only snorted lightly and said, "I just said, at least two and a half bags, otherwise I won't change it." ”

"Two and a half bags? Anyway, it's just rattan skins, which can be seen everywhere! "The oil-eating samurai said fiercely.

Indeed, the stall owner is a bit of a sitting-in-the-ground starting price, and it stands to reason that two bags of spices can be exchanged.

"Hehe, do you think I don't know that you all want to compete for the credit of the tiger hunt? Think about it, if you can become an alliance martial artist, you will eat fragrant and spicy food in the future, and the income will be more than just two and a half bags of spices. This price is not taking advantage of you now, and if you want to be cheap, even if you go elsewhere, I don't like to take care of it. "The stall owner really sat on the ground and started the price.

"Damn! Are you looking for death? Do you even dare to slaughter my razor? When you get out of the bazaar, you don't want to die in the wilderness, you can think about it! "The razor is angry, and his two eyebrows are furrowed fiercely, and he really looks like a razor.

"Razor? Fu Xi, you still think about whether it is better to fight with this person, this person is not weak in the rookie, he has heard of it in the league, and he is cruel, the word razor does not mean that he shaves his hair, but that every time he kills someone, he will shave off the other party's ears. The conch was taken aback and reminded.

Zhang Jingtao smiled, if he changed to a warrior of another race, he would really consider it, after all, it is not a smart way to make enemies on all sides.

Just like his association with Fire Feather, his association with the five-color clan, including pulling conch and others into the clan, they are all united if they can unite.

However, the oil-eaters are different, only the Silk people know best, and the oil-eaters have the intention of seizing the Xidao District as a territory to develop and grow.

With the ambition of Beituo.

In fact, the oil-eaters have always had such ambitions, and they are most accustomed to eating fat beasts, which are high in calories and are more afraid of the cold than many tribes.

It is conceivable that only those who eat oil will not be offended.

But Zhang Jingtao changed another way of saying and explained: "An oil-eating warrior like Razor will inevitably participate in tiger hunting, which is supposed to fight, and he can't hide from it, I'm afraid it's useless, so in this case, it's better to increase his own strength first, if he lets go of this competition, it will be equivalent to being an enemy." ”

When several people heard this, they couldn't help but sigh that Fu Xi's head was very sober.

Conch patted him on the shoulder and said, "You can do it, that's it, we're not afraid." ”

Zhang Jingtao stepped forward, but before he could speak, the other warrior was also not afraid of the razor, and sneered: "Hehe, this razor brother, there is no reason to buy hard in the Baiyue Bazaar, and the alliance warriors will also protect the stall owner, the second generation and a half spices, I want it." ”

This person is actually a leaf pattern.

"Hmph, if that's the case, Lao Tzu will also give out two and a half bags, Lao Tzu will come first, you go away." Razor sneered, finally no longer bargaining.

The stall owner was overjoyed, thinking that it was not good to offend the razor before, so he was going to make a deal.

Ye Wen saw it, but he was helpless, because even if he raised the price a little, I was afraid that it would be useless, this stall owner was still afraid of the razor in his heart, but he was not familiar with his Ye Wen, but he would not be afraid of his Ye Wen.

For this reason, after the stall owner feels that it is very profitable, he will prefer to sell it to Razor.

The name of the man and the shadow of the tree are indeed useful.

Ye Wen sighed secretly, and only said: "Hey, hey, you wait, don't rush to make a deal with Razor, let's think about it." ”

Zhang Jingtao saw that Ye Wen did not increase the price, and saw Ye Wen's thoughts, and also saw that although several samurai around him could afford to produce two and a half or even three bags of spices, and even they might not be afraid of razors, but they obviously also saw the fear of the stall owner, so they competed in the future.

Even the civet cat regretfully said, "It seems that you don't have a chance." ”

Indeed, the stall owner listened to Ye Wen's words, although he was pretending to be considerate, but in fact, he was just giving Ye Wen a little face, and it was also because Ye Wen dared to speak out when he was murderous with this razor, which could be regarded as helping him.

There is still a bit of proportion between these people, and they only want to raise the price because of the temporary profit.

In this case, do you still want to convince the stall owner? That's just a fantasy, right?

"It's not necessarily a chance!" Zhang Jingtao smiled.

Shanman snorted disdainfully, and said: "Fu Xi, you don't have much strength, and that shield is a bit useful, I advise you not to seek death and try to fight again, not to mention, you can't convince the stall owner." ”