As he stepped into the light mask, Mebis appeared in a bustling architectural bazaar in a trance.

"Almost. It's going to die. ”

The frightened teenager recalled many stories about the consequences of invecting and insulting formal wizards, often in the blink of an eye, the strange means of transparent phantom souls appearing in the hands of the other party, as well as all kinds of cruel cursed witchcraft, have quietly crawled to your body the moment you turn around, waiting for the opportunity to change and melt into blood.

He didn't expect that the bazaar was guarded by a wizard, even if the other party looked old, maybe it was just a perverted wizard wearing a corrupt human skin and having a strange habit.

The godless eyes slowly came back to their senses, and began to survey the field filled with complex smells and dense energy radiation.

The building's expansive grounds stretch to the front of the bazaar as the black crowds stretch to the front of the bazaar, and the eaves are topped by brightly lit alchemy lamps, decorated with fine white jade for the spacious interior, and the glowing green light that emerges from the intricately patterned wallpaper.

Wizards of all kinds in robes wandered around the neat and tidy bazaar to choose the objects that suited their preferences, and from time to time the air felt a chaotic interweaving of mental fluctuations and low murmurs, which made even Mebes, who liked to be lively, frown.

Endure the constant buzzing and whispering in his ears, and the horse-faced man in black robe slowly strolled through it without distinction from other wizards.

According to Mebis's general observation, the bazaar is divided into shops and individual stalls, and wizards can obtain them outside, and things that are difficult to sell at a good price can attract other people through stalls, and the price fluctuations are also huge.

The strange-looking wizard shop was not in his consideration, after all, magic food would not be sold like wholesale, and the big man needed a strange sales method to show the power of magic energy food.

But before that, Mebis had planned to open his eyes, and this was the first time he had seen a bazaar full of wizards, unlike the foul and foul markets that emitted a foul smell.

A small stall surrounded by wizards aroused his idea, and despite his strong curiosity, the big man walked smoothly on the special turquoise grass bricks of the market, and came to the dense crowd of onlookers with an indifferent expression.

"The long-lost thorn elixir is worth 500 magic stones a piece."

It was a beautiful woman who looked very young who spoke, with ruddy cheeks and a plump and delicate body tightly wrapped, which couldn't help but make people reverie. It would be even better to get rid of the hoarse and decayed voice when he spoke, Dahan thought inexplicably with relief.

In front of the woman, a floor of delicate pink cloth was set up with many small parts scattered around, and what attracted the wizard was the small wooden box made of hard walnut in front of her, which was wrapped in a protective layer of cotton cloth, and in which three sticks of dark green watery liquid lay quietly.

"Could it be that the thorn potion you are talking about is the one created by Lord Auguste named 'Creation Thorn'?"

Mebis turned his face away, and the wizard who asked the question was a thin old man, dressed in a huge white robe that could hang down to the floor, and at this moment his face was clear in thought,

"That's right, the old decay was purchased from a guy who didn't know the goods, and he planned to make a difference, so you don't have to hesitate if you need it, after all, this is a type of mental power potion with less sequelae, and it is suitable for wizard apprentices."

The white-robed old man couldn't help but despise it in his heart after hearing this, buy? I think it was snatched back, but this kind of potion is indeed powerful, after all, it was created by a second-level wizard, and he is also a little excited, after all, spiritual power potions are hard to find, and the price is not outrageously high.

Just as the white-robed wizard was about to make a move, an inopportune voice came out slowly, making the eyes of the woman selling the potion shrink,

"The color of the thorn potion you are talking about doesn't seem to be dark green?"

A short, black-robed, faceless wizard spoke, and then added, as if recalling the knowledge in his mind,

"If I'm not mistaken, the authentic quality thorn potion should be a turquoise glow, and as the potion shakes, sharp bubble branches will emerge at the bottom."

The woman seemed to be a little annoyed and angry, her bright eyes stared at the black-robed man, but she didn't know whether it was a weak heart or a compromise, she slowly exhaled a breath and waved her hand,

"The quality is indeed not the top batch, but the effect is not lower than the genuine product, and the spiritual nebula amplitude is between 1.0~2.1 after taking it, and the aftermath is only.."

As she spoke, she pulled up Bai Jie's wrist, and long dark green thorns slowly appeared on it, wriggling in the air like a living thing, and suddenly a trace of hideousness flashed on the woman's white face, and then slowly calmed down, as if these were not her own hands.

"The sting of the flesh in a large area did not leave damage to the soul."

"300 magic stones, that's the lowest price."

The woman shouted in pain and said in a hoarse voice to the wizards in front of her,

The price of the potion suddenly shrank by nearly half, but the wizards who were watching would not go crazy because of the sharp drop in prices, on the contrary, they were all thinking about how much water there was, the degree of benefit and harm, who knows if what the woman said was true, they did not have an accurate alchemy instrument, it is always right to be cautious.

"Since there is no one to choose, then give the old man a tube."

The old man in the white robe saw that others were still hesitating, and took the lead in setting an example, he was already in his twilight years, if he didn't fight, I was afraid that he would finish his ordinary life within ten years.

"Give me a bottle too."

The dwarf black-robed man took out a cloth bag and threw it precisely onto the woman's slender fingers.

"There's one last bottle left."

Although the woman cut the price in half, no one could see the joy in her eyes, and hurriedly instigated the wizards who were slowly dispersed, and soon, the last bottle of the thorn potion was bought by the strong wizards who were watching after gritting their teeth.

The woman who narrowed her half-moon-shaped pupils happily quickly picked up the stall and disappeared into the surging crowd. And the horse-faced man on the side was secretly thinking about something in the same place,

"I didn't expect that the thorn-type potion created by Eve would be sought after by so many wizards, and it seems that the price of Silver Frost bacon will be lowered a little."

Sensing the attraction between spiritual attributes and physical bodies to wizards, Mebis still felt that the former was more valuable, and the more people paid attention to it, after all, being a wizard was the foundation of power.

"The price of a thorn potion at the wizard apprentice level alone is. So highly. ”

Tsk, suddenly thinking about Mebis here, couldn't help but feel hot in his heart, but the high magic stones and time that needed to be invested in the early stage of pharmacy gave him a stick ruthlessly, and the inexplicable heartache gradually came.

"For now, it's better to sell the excess silver frost bacon as soon as possible and convert it into magic stones."

The big man touched the dense silver and white stubble on his chin, raised his head and looked around the streets full of destinations, secretly planning where to tie down.