Looking at this weak and delicate young man, and then looking at the stack of leaflets in his hand, Ning Fan was a little embarrassed.

These leaflets were all given to him by others, but he didn't expect to be held in his hand and the weak young man in front of him thought he was the one who distributed the leaflets.

Ning Fan stuffed all the leaflets in his hand and grabbed his weak and boneless hand, Ning Fan even suspected that this hand belonged to a woman, and what was even more terrifying was that this young man's white and pure face turned red.

"Brother, don't be so shy, I wanted to throw away these flyers, I'll give them to you if you want. Ning Fan immediately let go of his hand, and when he saw that he was stunned, his face was red to the base of his neck.

Several middle-aged men clustered around the weak young man, all eight feet tall, towering, could faintly hear the sound of the internal organs squirming from their bodies between breathing and breathing.

Ning Fan raised his eyebrows, the cultivation of these middle-aged people had obviously reached the fifth level of the Martial Dao Tenfold "Transcendent Realm", and some even reached the point of the sixth level of the "Divine and Human Realm".

Before being framed by Rosh and Leng Bingbing's design, Ning Fan's cultivation was the god-man realm, and he knew very well the aura in this realm.

The five middle-aged people instantly formed a human wall and blocked in front of Ning Fan, who seemed to be the entourage of the weak young man.

Perhaps it was Ning Fan's unintentional move that made them raise their vigilance, thinking that Ning Fan was going to do something to their master.

"Get out of the way. The weak young man lifted them away and said angrily, "What are you doing? ”

"Gong ...... Childe, he ......" The middle-aged people lowered their heads one after another.

After the weak young man reprimanded them, he looked at Ning Fan and said, "Don't be surprised, these are my entourage, they are just to protect me." ”

"It's quite well protected, fortunately I just touched your hand, if it's ......" Ning Fan swallowed his saliva, and when he saw these middle-aged people looking at him with fierce eyes, Ning Fan smiled.

He guessed that this weak young man was the child of a nobleman, or a child of a wealthy family, who came out to play or experience.

"What if?" asked the weak youth.

"Nothing, farewell. Ning Fan waved his hand, not wanting this misunderstanding to continue, and wanted to leave.

The weak young man shouted, "Wait, what's your name?"

Ning Fan didn't want to deal with him anymore, but his two big hands were on his shoulders, and a rough voice came: "Our son asked you something." ”

"Let go. Ning Fan frowned.

But that weak face appeared in front of him again, and the weak young man said, "Make a friend, my name is Qi Fei." ”

"Ning Fan. Ning Fan looked at his sincere eyes and face, and it was not easy to refuse at the moment, so he squeezed away.

"Princess, this kind of unknown person does not have to fellowship. A middle-aged man approached Qi Fei and whispered.

"Shut up and call me Son. Qi Feixing was stunned, and scolded in a low voice: "This princess makes friends, and it is your turn to take care of it?

The five attendants bowed their heads and remained silent, but they were all cautious, afraid that this master would make a mistake.

She is not an ordinary person, she is Qi Feiyue, the princess of today's "Qi Country", in this barren land, if she says it, I am afraid no one will believe it.

Qi Feiyue threw out a few leaflets and ordered: "Just these few mercenary organizations, I will enter the Tianwu Desolate Vein at dawn tomorrow, and the things that saved my mother must be found." ”

Ning Fan walked around the Tianwu Market of Nuoda for a few times, and sighed in disappointment, none of these stalls really made him want to start.

"Don't sigh, young man, look at my baby here, you pick one. An old man with a sloppy and unkempt image, dressed like a beggar, pulled the corners of Ning Fan's clothes and shouted.

Ning Fan looked at him, then at the things on his stall, and a light flashed in the corner of his eye: "Heavenly Spider Silk!!"

On this stall, only the messy pile of hemp like spider silk attracted Ning Fan's attention, and this material was needed to cast the Heavenly God Battle Armor.

But Ning Fan still pretended not to be interested, and said, "Uncle, who are you selling this pile of garbage to?"

"Shaoxia, these are the things I bought with my life, how can they become garbage here in you?" the old man blew his beard and glared, looking angry.

"Can't the one who came back with his life be garbage?, uncle, what kind of logic are you?" Ning Fan shook his head and said, "Which person who entered the Tianwu Desolate Vein didn't risk his life to enter? Don't bluff me." ”

"This ......" The old man was speechless for a while, it was true that he couldn't tell what was good about the things on his stall, what they were, and Ning Fan didn't look stunned.

Ning Fan saw that the time was ripe and said, "In this way, I see that you are old, so I will give you a cleansing talisman to clean up this dirty and non-garbage outfit on your body." ”

As soon as Ning Fan finished speaking, he took out a talisman seal commonly used in the sect from the palace bag and handed it to Zi He.

The old man sniffed himself, and when he saw the amulet handed by Ning Fan, his eyes lit up: "Give it to me?"

"Of course, if you're embarrassed, you can give me whatever you want from your pile of garbage in exchange. Ning Fan said with a smile.

"Excuse me. The old man quickly took the talisman given by Ning Fan, smiled from ear to ear, and said excitedly: "The things of the fairy gate are really good." ”

The body purification charm turned into a stream of mana that rippled through his body, making him feel like a bath from head to toe, and his dirty clothes were as clean as new, and his gray face turned white.

Ning Fan was also very helpless, he didn't expect this old man to be so direct, and he didn't follow the routine.

"Much cleaner, I'm leaving. Ning Fan praised and was about to leave, but the old man stopped him.

"Shaoxia, you are a disciple of Xianmen, right?" the old man said: "I can't be stingy, the garbage on my stall...... Pick whatever you want, and don't let you suffer. ”

"What's so embarrassing about this?" the corners of Ning Fan's mouth went up, and he grabbed the messy piece of heavenly spider silk as he spoke.

Seeing that Ning Fan's hand was this spider silk that almost lost his life, the old man's flesh was painful, but he still had to pretend to be very generous with a hippie smile.

The Heavenly Spider Silk is extremely heavy, and it seems to be as chaotic as hemp and as fine as silk, but Ning Fan has a method for casting the Heavenly God Suit, and he has a knack for refining this Heavenly Spider Silk.

Ning Fan put the Heavenly Spider Silk into the palace bag, and said: "The value of this thing I fancy is in the manufacture of musical instruments, although the value is not as high as my purification talisman, but thank you uncle." ”

"It turns out that you can also play music, the young man is amazing. The old man replied painfully, but he still had to compliment: "If the young man's musical instrument is done another day, please play a song for the old man - the east wind breaks." ”

"Let's talk about it in the future, I don't know if the east wind will break or not, but I won't be able to play. Ning Fan smiled, wanting to leave here very much.

"Uh...... Then what will you play......" the old man asked speechlessly.

"Goodbye, uncle, I wish you a prosperous business, and I'll tell you when I'm done. Ning Fan hugged his fists and walked away, his heart blossomed, "Make a lot of money, a cleansing talisman is exchanged for Heavenly Spider Silk......!