Rich.

You can do whatever you want.

You can buy a lot of materials and upgrade your equipment to your heart's content.

But the problem is that Lu Bai has no money.

Just buying 100 barbell plates almost made him run out of his private money.

Again, he can't afford to play.

This proves one thing: if you don't have krypton, you can't play a good game.

Looking for money from my mother?

I'm sorry, he really can't open this mouth.

Buying materials and brushing equipment is a bottomless pit. His family is not a local tyrant family, besides, his mother has always been careful in her calculations, and she will never take out a sum of money casually and toss it for him.

Looking for an old lady to borrow money?

That's an idea, that little rich woman is quite rich anyway.

However, borrowing money is cool for a while, and the debt is repaid to the crematorium.

He dared to ask Lu Piaopiao to borrow money, and Lu Piaopiao dared to force him to sign a treaty of sale.

It's horrible!

Lu Bai shook his head, and instantly broke this thought, he was poor to death, and he ran to beg for food, and he would not ask Lu Piaopiao to borrow a dime.

"How do I get the money......

Lu Bai's eyes fell on the iron swords on the floor, and his heart suddenly moved.

If he can sell these iron swords, won't the money come?

As for the privacy issue, it's not that scary.

Previously, he had always looked at the problem from the perspective of an ordinary person, worried that after the equipment was lost, it would cause unnecessary trouble.

But now it's different.

He got his cultivation certificate and became an officially certified cultivator, and his talent was 'creation', and it was normal for him to be able to create some special items.

If you don't make it, it's not normal!

If you look at the problem from a different angle, it will be different immediately.

Lu Bai gradually clarified his thoughts.

There is no big problem in selling these iron swords for money.

Although they are very powerful, they are not outrageously strong, and in this world where there are as many cultivators as dogs, they will never cause any sensation.

The only thing to worry about now is how to sell these iron swords smoothly and at a good price.

"It's better to sit at home and try your luck than to go out. ”

Lu Bai belonged to the action faction, he picked out an iron sword casually, wrapped it simply, put it in a handbag, and then said hello to his mother and went out.

"Master, go to Arms Street. ”

Lu Bai stopped a car on the side of the road and went straight to the arms street at the north gate of the city.

Arms Street is a commercial street, the real street name is not called this, but called Hongshui Street, because the whole street is for buying and selling arms, so the locals simply call it Arms Street.

In the Great Xia Kingdom, it was legal to buy and sell arms.

After all, the world is too dangerous, and the years are not good at all.

Whether it is an ordinary person or a cultivator, they will buy some arms and weapons for self-defense.

For example, ordinary adults, as long as they do not have a serious criminal record, can buy some light weapons with their ID cards, such as pistols, rifles, and various types of ammunition, are not restricted.

Practitioners, there is even less control.

As long as you have money and a way, even big killers such as airplanes and tanks can be bought and sold casually.

"It's here. ”

Lu Bai paid the fare, carried a black handbag, and entered the Arms Street.

As it was close to noon, there were very few pedestrians on the Arms Street, and there were hardly any people to be seen except for the patrolling guards.

In order to keep a low profile, Lu Bai deliberately wore a peaked cap when he went out, and he also wore a big mask on his face, plus he was carrying a black plastic bag in his hand, which looked very suspicious.

Two patrol guards armed with weapons immediately approached as soon as they noticed him.

"I'm a practitioner. ”

Lu Bai didn't panic, took out a small red notebook from his pocket, and raised it in the air.

As soon as they saw the bronzing red book on Lu Bai's hand, the two guards immediately stopped, and the expressions on their faces relaxed.

Not only that, but they also saluted Lu Bai.

Then he turned around and left, without checking whether the cultivation certificate on Lu Bai's hand was real or fake.

In these days, no one dares to use false certificates to deceive and pretend to be cultivators, because once they are caught, it will start at least three years and the maximum death penalty will be.

As soon as Lu Bai showed his cultivation certificate, the two guards believed it.

"Sure enough, it is a certificate in hand, and it is common all over the country. ”

Lu Bai breathed a sigh of relief.

Normally, Arms Row is only open to adults, and minors who show up here are questioned and then expelled.

However, practitioners are an exception.

Even an eight-year-old cultivator can freely enter and exit the Arms Street and buy whatever he wants.

This is the privilege of the practitioner.

Putting away the cultivation certificate, Lu Bai silently looked at the arms shops on both sides of the street, and he was dazzled by the dazzling array of signboards.

It was his first time on Arms Street.

In the past, I would stand outside the entrance and take a few looks, or listen to some classmates brag about how awesome the weapons sold in the shops on Arms Street were.

"Just look for a home. ”

Soon, Lu Bai locked down a shop called [Caesar Armament], and as soon as he saw the name of the store, he knew that it was selling weapons and equipment.

Walk into the store.

I saw that the cabinets on both sides were full of all kinds of arms and weapons.

Pistols, assault rifles, shotguns, flamethrowers...... There is even a large-caliber sniper rifle more than two meters long.

Basically, it's based on firearms.

There were no cold weapons in sight, only a few military thorns, which were randomly placed in a corner.

The store was very deserted, and there was only one standard middle-aged bald uncle, who was supposed to be the owner, who was sitting behind the counter at this time, looking intently at the TV hanging on the wall.

When they saw him come in, they did not greet him.

Lu Bai glanced up at the TV and found that one of the games of the National Elite Cup League was being played on it, no wonder the boss was so fascinated.

The National Elite Cup League is one of the top cultivator leagues in China, only elite-level cultivators can participate, and the most fierce competitive confrontation is carried out, and every game is a blockbuster movie, which is very exciting and popular with the public.

Lu Bai usually doesn't see less.

"Boss, who do you think this year's team champion team will be?"

Lu Bai asked casually.

"The Red Dragons of the Magic Capital, eight wins in a row, ranked first in the standings, if it doesn't win the championship, I will eat the TV ......"

The middle-aged bald boss replied very consciously, but halfway through speaking, he immediately came back to his senses, took his eyes off the TV screen, fell on Lu Bai's body, and said with a smile: "Little brother, which team are you a fan of?"

Although Lu Bai was wearing a mask that covered most of his face, the middle-aged bald boss could see at a glance that Lu Bai was not very old, and should only be about twenty years old.

"I'm not a fan of anyone. ”

After successfully attracting the attention of the boss, Lu Bai went straight to the point, "Boss, I have a deal here, can you do it." ”

"Deal?

The middle-aged bald boss glanced at the black plastic bag in Lu Bai's hand, and said with a strange face: "Could it be that the little brother is not here to buy things, but to sell things?"

"Exactly. ”

Lu Bai raised the black plastic bag in his hand, and said in a mysterious tone:

"Boss, my big baby, I have a fate with you. ”