"So what can this thing be exchanged for?" Mo Fan finally took out the high-level dream source in the storage space at this time. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info is also the thing he has ever seen, the highest rank.

Name: Higher Dream Source

Type: Material

Rank: 8th Order

Features: Essentials for certain quests, and maybe some special features that you don't know about!

Special effect:???

Can you bring out a copy: Yes

Note: What is reality? What is a dream?

As soon as this eighth-order item came out, the sixth-order transaction in front of him made Fang Fang willing to look at him with a straight eye.

"I wonder what this thing can be exchanged for?" Mo Fan said with a smile.

"Don't beat around the bush and say what you want." The little girl squinted.

"I want an eighth-order top-notch weapon, an eighth-order sword!" Mo Fan stared at the other party and said bluntly.

"I have a lot of eighth-order weapons, but I don't have an eighth-order sword!" The little girl shook her head, "I do have a top-notch eighth-order sword, the attribute package is satisfactory to you, if you agree, you can trade it at any time." ”

Mo Fan shook his head, he didn't care too much, anyway, there was more than this sixth-order trading envoy in this fog capital, if the other party didn't have what he wanted, just change it.

"However, I have a ninth-order sword, although it is the most rubbish existence in the ninth-order, but compared to the eighth-order weapon, the attribute is still a notch higher." The little girl looked at Mo Fan directly.

"What do you want?" Mo Fan naturally knew that there was no free lunch in the world, and he didn't think that if he was handsome, the other party would give him benefits.

"Fifty high-level dream sources or ......" the little girl's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, "Your natural skills!" ”

"Can you know what my innate skills are?" Mo Fan frowned slightly.

"The Infinity Spirit has absolute protection against the Marauder's innate skills, and no one can see the specific effect of other Marauders' innate skills." The little girl clasped her hands to her chest and slowly explained, "But at my level, I can still feel whether a predator's innate skills are strong or not. ”

She paused, and pointed at Mo Fan without hesitation, "For example, your innate skills give me the feeling that they are very powerful, very powerful, at least there is no problem with changing to a ninth-order weapon." ”

"It's a pity I don't want to change." Mo Fan shook his head.

"Don't really think about it?" The little girl tempted, "A ninth-order weapon is enough to make your strength immediately change drastically, you really don't want to change it?" ”

"I don't want to."

"Why don't I show you the properties of that weapon first, maybe you'll change your mind." The little girl did not give up and continued to tempt. It seems that she is very obsessed with Mo Fan's natural skills.

"No, I don't." Mo Fan smiled lightly and shook his head, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a golden flash not far away, followed by an extremely luxurious palace floating in the sky, and a golden staircase was paved from the palace door to the ground.

He couldn't help but wonder, "What's that?" ”

"A seventh-order trader." The little girl seemed to say indifferently, but there was a faint sour smell in her tone. As a sixth-order trader, she is only one order different from a seventh-order trader, but this treatment is a world of difference.

Others can enter and exit the fog capital at will, but she can't leave the fog capital at all, and the places where others live are such luxurious palaces, but she can only be locked up in this small and simple house.

Mo Fan obviously sensed the unhappiness of this sixth-order trading envoy, and did not continue to ask, just about to go to the palace to have a look, who knew that Muzi actually took a step ahead of him, stepped on the golden staircase, and then, he was bounced out.

Obviously, there was nothing on her body that interested the seventh-order trader at all, Mo Fan was interested, came to the golden staircase, and stepped on it.

He was not bounced off, so he was much more relieved, and quickly walked up the stairs, he wanted to see this legendary seventh-order trader.

Before coming to the palace, Mo Fan entered it and found that it was unusually spacious, and even seemed a little empty, in the center of the main hall, there was a figure standing quietly with his back to him, who seemed to be a woman.

He only saw a slender back that was extremely beautiful, to be honest, just this back, countless men who could be electrocuted were fascinated and haunted.

Mo Fan's only hope is not to be a back killer, otherwise it will be too disgusting, such a cute back with a flower-like face, no one can stand it.

"What do you want to trade?" Before the woman could wait for Mo Fan to step forward, she suddenly said without looking back. The voice was extremely cold, revealing a feeling of rejection from thousands of miles away, but also a strange feeling.

"This." Mo Fan took out the high-level dream source, and was just about to step forward and ask the other party to confirm it, but was stopped by the other party in a cold voice.

"You're just there, don't move! I could make out what it was. ”

Mo Fan pursed his lips, thinking that the seventh-order trader had a big temper, but he didn't bother to say anything, stood in place, and said directly, "I want to exchange this for an eighth-order sword." ”

"Yes." The woman was very straightforward, and she didn't even hesitate at all, but it made Mo Fan see the courage of being a seventh-order trading envoy. Sure enough, an eighth-order weapon was nothing to a dignified seventh-order trader.

"I don't know how many eighth-order swords you have, can I choose?" Seeing that the eighth-order weapon was about to arrive, Mo Fan was still looking forward to it, and he couldn't wait to choose a new weapon.

"Throw the dream source to me first, let me see how the quality is." The woman still didn't mean to look back, and said coldly.

The dignified eighth-order trading envoy, Mo Fan naturally didn't think that the other party would covet a mere high-level dream source, and this was still a fog capital known as an absolutely fair transaction, so there was no need to worry about forced buying and selling, or directly robbing and the like. So he didn't think much about it, and threw the dream source over casually.

The dream source automatically flew into the woman's hand, and the woman still didn't have the slightest intention of turning back, holding the dream source in her hand, and playing carelessly, as if she was thinking about something.

"Can you take out what I want?" Mo Fan was quite patient, but after waiting for several minutes, he didn't see any movement from the other party, so he couldn't help urging.

"Nope."

The two words fell into Mo Fan's ears, and he even suspected that he had heard it wrong, how could this tone seem to be a debt?

"What does it mean to have nothing?" Mo Fan raised his eyebrows.

"I just don't want to give it." The woman said lightly.

This is good, the other party directly said that he didn't want to give it, obviously he wanted to repay the debt, and he was right, Mo Fan couldn't help but be a little speechless, his brows furrowed, and he couldn't understand it for a while.

The dignified seventh-order trading envoy, why should he rely on his account? Unless...... Unless you have a holiday with him?