After leaving Duobao Pavilion, Shen Luo was not in a hurry to find an inn to rest.

Because the Qingbai sisters are a little anxious.

Bai Suzhen asked directly to the point:

"Owner, the inferior magic weapon we saw just now, I wonder if you have any plans to sell it?"

When they saw the pair of magic weapons that were full of mountains just now, they were directly stunned.

Especially when she saw the magic weapon, Bai Suzhen's eyes lit up:

That's a magic weapon!

It's a whole level higher than the magic weapon!

Although it is only an inferior product, it is still rare in ten years, so you must not let go of the precious opportunity.

Shen thought for a while:

"Are you referring to Siyun Buyu Banner?"

Just now, for the sake of insurance, he only registered a magic weapon - Siyun Buyu Flag, which was engraved with the Five Thunder Magic Array that could call the wind and rain.

Once it is wielded, it can attract the rain soldiers of the Four Seas Dragon Palace, as well as the thunder personnel of the Heavenly Court, to create a raging storm.

Of course, they were all low-level soldiers.

Like the Dragon King of the Four Seas and the Thunder Male Lightning Mother, they will definitely not be able to do it.

Shen slightly introduced the efficacy of the Qingbai sisters:

“...... Of course.

"The main function of this flag is not to do this, but to control the water."

Bai Suzhen looked puzzled:

"Water control?"

Shen Luo patiently explained that he definitely didn't mind making more effort to make money: "To put it simply, you can transfer the water of rivers and rivers for your own use."

"The size of the mobilization depends on the user's mana.

"Here's an example.

"Aren't you having a holiday with Fahai of Jinshan Temple? In case he provokes you one day, you can just ...... flood"

Well?

He didn't go on.

If I sell the little flag to them, wouldn't I be the initiator of the classic myth of the Water Flooding Golden Mountain?

If someone is held accountable, I'll suffer too!

After all, in mythology,

Bai Suzhen's water flooded the golden mountain, causing the lives to be ruined, and he was immediately thrown into the bottom of the Leifeng Tower.

Although I have a resurrection coin, even if the Three Realms power finds it, it will be fine, but the Qingbai sisters can't.

Never mind.

I'm still not going to fool anyone.

So Shen Luo changed his words:

"In fact, the registration just now was wrong, Siyun Buyu Banner is actually a medium-grade magic weapon, worth more than 1,500 demon yuan, so ......"

Bai Suzhen has some regrets:

"This, that's it."

She only has 1,200 demon yuan, and she can't afford to pay it for the time being.

Shen Luo quickly gave advice:

"But I still have some magic weapons that I haven't shown just now, we can find an inn to rest first, and then you can choose slowly when you settle down."

Bai Suzhen was overjoyed:

"Thank you, Immortal!"

......

In the eastern district of Longquan City, in a high-end inn.

The inn seemed a little quiet, because a while ago, the entire inn was contracted by a super tyrant, and no new guests were accepted during this time.

Top floor.

A young man in a dragon robe sipping seaweed tea:

"Prime Minister Turtle!

"You can help me do the purchase of the baby~"

The man has fair skin, a handsome face, and the most distinctive thing is that two slightly immature horns grow on his forehead, and he is obviously a member of the dragon family.

The seventeenth prince of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea - Ao Wu.

Prime Minister Gui Cheng bent his waist and looked embarrassed:

"Oops~

"Seventeenth prince, don't embarrass the old slave, the Dragon King let you go to Longquan City in such a sinister environment, so that you can experience and inherit the throne in the future.

"The old slave put it bluntly......

"Sent to oversee you."

Hehe~

Ao Wu poured the remaining seaweed tea in one gulp, and laughed angrily twice:

"What kind of throne, I'm not interested in it at all."

Prime Minister Gui hurriedly made a silent gesture:

"Oops~ You can't talk like that.

"Let the Dragon King know about him, he's going to be angry again."

Ao Wu still had an unconvinced expression:

It was meant to be!

What's so good about inheriting a dragon king?

He clearly remembered that hundreds of years ago, there was an unlucky guy of the Dragon King of Jinghe, who was directly beheaded by Wei Zheng sent by the Heavenly Court because of a few drops of rain because of his anger.

So the Dragon King is definitely a high-risk profession.

And that's not all.

The same goes for the Dragon King candidates!

Either they were skinned with cramps, or they were crippled by golden rods, and some were killed by brothers......

The elder brothers in front of him were all weak-hearted, dead and crippled, which made him, the old seventeen, the prince......

Bang!

Ao Wu slapped the table angrily and stood up suddenly:

"No, I want to tell my father that I don't want this throne at all, and I don't want to die young.

"Let my father pass it on to my eighteenth brother!"

Prime Minister Gui sighed:

"Prince, but your eighteenth brother......

"It's still an egg~"

The incubation cycle of a dragon egg is as long as a hundred years, and in the last thirty years, there is a high probability that Heavenly Court will issue a holy decree to let the old dragon king retire.

Therefore, this position must be Ao Wu.

Ao Wu covered his face:

"Ahhh

What the hell should I do?

Why was I born to be a dragon instead of a little salted fish in the lake?

In fact, Ao Wu was sent to Longquan City this time, and the goal was to successfully purchase a spiritual treasure, which was quite difficult, after all, Longquan City was ......

Whether or not there is a spirit treasure is a question.

Moreover, the appearance of Lingbao in the world will definitely cause a bloody storm.

The old dragon king wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to exercise Ao Wu's ability.

Hey?

Ao Wu's eyes lit up: If I mess this up...... Father shouldn't have paid much attention to me!

For example: I spent all my money, and even overdrafted all the savings of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, and as a result, I exchanged it for a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron, and my father must have exploded!

I'm going to get beaten up when the time comes......

But what I'm losing is inheritance!

Earn churn~

Prime Minister Gui seemed to see through his thoughts:

"Prince, the old slave has to be reminded.

"I was sent by the adult to supervise you, but you must not deliberately act negatively, otherwise the old slave will tell the adult one by one."

Harm.

Ao Wu waved his hand:

"Don't worry, I'll work hard......"

Try to mess things up!

Can't be passive, isn't it easy?

There are many clever liars in Longquan City, and I just pulled one who was particularly capable of fooling, and deliberately let him cheat, and bankrupt my family, that is, my lack of ability.

Rather than being passive and slacking off.

In this way, the prime minister of the turtle must not be able to say anything, right?

Perfect!

After making a plan, Ao Wu quickly changed into civilian clothes and covered the dragon's horns with a hat:

"Prime Minister!

"I'm going to work!"

Before the turtle prime minister could tell him, he slipped out as if he were flying.

Walking on the street, Ao Wu quickly felt a little bored:

"It's strange, these people are so serious."

Scammers are not as easy to find as they seem.

Longquan City is mixed, even if it is a liar, he will not deceive people on the street, otherwise it is very likely to set himself on fire, and he has been looking for a long time without results.

"Isn't it?

"Prime Minister Gui has always told me to be careful of liars, but it is difficult for me to take the initiative to meet liars."

Hung out for a long time.

Ao Wu's ears suddenly moved:

"Huh?"

He seemed to hear someone discussing a deal on the street, and although the sound was very quiet, the dragon's hearing was unusually sensitive, and he still caught it.

Ao Wu turned his head.

The buyer was a woman dressed in green and white.

And the seller ......

It's Shen Luo.

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