In all fairness, Yan San's strength is not much stronger than Gou Fei, and in terms of means, Yan San, a new white and tender rookie, is even worse than Gou Fei Ba Street, and even said that Wei Kaijie still has something to say about Yan San facing him, but he can't stand the sneak attack in the dark.

In the final analysis, the primordial is not out of the ordinary, although it is stronger than ordinary people, it is limited. The fight between two ordinary people, one has a heart and the other is defenseless, and the result is obvious.

Yan San still went back to Zuiyue Building, still an ordinary little offspring, gentle and polite to the steward, laughing and scolding with the handymen in the back kitchen, and making bottom-line jokes to the old monkey, everything was as usual. Before the matter is exposed, he has to stay in the shadows, and he needs this identity on the surface, which is also his biggest hole card at present. Only Lu Zhan found that Yan San's whole person was quieter and more calm, and his smile was a little meaningful when he saw people, this is the appearance of a bird flying for the first time and a man for the first time.

Although this kind of growth is too bloody and cruel for Yan San.

The old monkey didn't know what was wrong today, his face was pale and uncertain, his expression was also a little trance, he didn't like to see Yan San, with an expression of don't bother me to get away, Yan San smiled, the old monkey is so virtuous, the old child is one, and he doesn't know where he is hindering his eyes, Yan San doesn't care, he can't afford to hide it.

Seeing Yan San walking away, the old monkey gritted his teeth and looked at Yan San's thin and tall back, and for the first time felt that this back was a little dignified, and some men's bones were grand, and they scolded in their mouths: "Damn, little pervert......! Uh......' suddenly retched for no reason.

During this period of time, Yan San decided to dive. If the note in Gou Fei's abdomen was not written, it would be more "dark" for him, and the sentence "waiting" would also be equivalent to reminding a few people from the Qingfeng Mingyue Sect, which would make them more vigilant, but Yan San couldn't help it, he wanted those people to know that there were still people in this world who were scheming, hollowing out, and thinking about letting them die all the time. It's not about strategy, it's about being ruthless, that is, to tell the enemy openly: Lao Tzu wants to do everything possible to get you, and harm you miserably, so wait for Lao Tzu!

At night, it was the south wind black market, Yan San's eyes flashed, and he went out alone. He had already come out of Lu Zhan's small courtyard, and he found a place to rest in Zuiyue Tower, and he had nothing to do with Lu Zhan from then on. Xiaoxi Street is gone, everywhere is no longer home, everywhere is home.

It is said to be a black market, but it is just a barren valley in the western suburbs of Nanfeng Town, which is narrow and a mountain crack in, and the inner valley has a different world, but it is also spacious. The exit at the other end is also only one person, and the trading assembly as a cultivator is very hidden.

Yan San stepped into the valley alone, the two men stretched out their hands expressionlessly, Yan San took out a piece of money and handed it over, and added: I want a mask.

The presiding over this south wind black market naturally has to survive, so the "admission fee" is indispensable, fifty silver coins, and the other fifty silver coins are a crude mask, in addition to covering the appearance, there is also a secret to cover the breath, but it is temporary, and it can be kept for a month. In addition, those who open stalls also have to pay taxes, and the person who presides over the shop is also rich in oil and water.

A piece of money is not a small amount, it should be spent by ordinary people for a year, but it is a small dish for cultivators, half of the items in the South Wind Black Market accept gold and silver transactions, and some scarce items are traded with the spars of the Cultivation Yuan Realm: blood essence, spirit essence, soul crystal, the value of the three is comparable, and the exchange with money is about one hundred and one hundred, which is precious. The value of the spar is said to be divided into seven orders, and now the South Wind Black Market uses only the lowest grade 'red' grade spar, and the red crystal is up, Yan San doesn't know at all. From this, the vastness and breadth of the Metaverse can be seen.

The black market is not dark, but brightly lit, but it is quieter than the mortal bazaar, and all kinds of cultivators stop back and forth, talk softly, or fail to buy and sell, and leave with their hands, or they are all happy, happy to trade, and there are few disputes. After all, no one in the cultivator world knows whose background it is, maybe the other party is powerful, and it is very unwise to offend oneself. The cultivators' bazaar is also like a mortal, there are vulgar cultivators who simply put three or five things on the ground, there are slightly elaborate specially repaired and neatly repaired countertops, there are a few fixed time-honored brands, and even their own shops, which are slightly decorated, and they stand out from the crowd in this crude place.

Cultivators don't shout when they buy and sell, they only enthusiastically introduce when someone stops, and there are also some people who are angry, and they look like they don't care, but they are grandiose and liars. The items sold are strange, the prices are extremely high, and with the mentality of getting a ticket and leaving, there are all kinds of people, and there are all kinds of cultivators.

Yan San walked straight into a stone cave made of mountains, there was a hole inside, there was a shirtless blacksmith holding a hammer the size of a human head, smashing bright red metal blocks intensively, and a hot wind was blowing in the cave. This is a blacksmith shop, specializing in creating a variety of weapons, the quality is excellent, some of the fine works even exceed the army's standard weapons, sharp and tough, in the ordinary can be called a magic weapon. I haven't heard of being able to make magic weapons, it is said that in addition to making embryos, magic weapons also need to use yuan force to carve the yuan array in the weapon, so that it can "pass the yuan", and the final user can stimulate the function of the weapon through the yuan force, different yuan arrays will attach different effects to the weapon, and most swords must have one of the essential ones is "sharp".

For example, Yan San's Youquan, Yan San guessed that there were at least two Yuan Arrays in it, one was "sharp", and the other should be the kind of effect of leaving fluorescence, that is, it was good-looking, and I don't know what the maker thought, it was a waste of a Yuan Array.

After entering the store, Yan San didn't beat around the bush, and said directly: "Shop, change something!"

The man of iron paused for a moment, and then continued to beat the piece of iron, hammering and saying, "No, buy, east, west, don't, come, remove!"

Yan San took off a big rucksack on his back, took out two handfuls of things from it, put them on the stone table, and said, "You take a look first, if you don't change it, I will turn around and leave without saying a word." 』

In fact, one of the biggest functions of the black market is to sell stolen goods, regardless of where they come from, do not ask where they go, the price is high, the money is both good, they are like strangers, they suffer losses, they are all looking for themselves, and they are not allowed to seek revenge in the black market. This is the rule, as for going out of the black market, love to die or not, don't ask.

The man stopped beating, poked his head over to take a look, and sure enough, his interest increased, he put down the hammer, sandwiched the piece of iron that had already had a bit of rudimentary form in his hand into the red fire, stepped forward, and picked up the two bundles of things that Yan San had put down and looked at them carefully.

"Good things, for what?"

Yan San put out two bundles of arrows, a total of forty-two.

The arrow is hooked, and his magic weapon longbow that cherishes his life is in Yan San's backpack at this time. Killing Gou Fei, Yan San planned it, and learned from Wei Kaijie about the methods of several people in Qingfeng Mingyue Sect, Yan San was the first to decide to kill Gou Fei. First of all, he was relatively weak, and secondly, he used a bow. Sneak attack in the shadows, hating long-range cultivators like archers the most. The first is that long-range cultivators have a keen sense, and the second is that it is difficult to escape if they are targeted, if they are injured and lose their speed, it will be like a bird that has broken its wings and has been reduced to fish on the board.

Yan San almost didn't have to worry about it when he killed Gou Fei, the bow and arrow came smoothly, and even Gou Fei's whole body was searched, and this time the Nanfeng Black Market was reopened, just to deal with.

The arrows that match the magic weapon are not magic weapons, but in order to withstand the power of the magic weapons, the arrows are also specially made, Yan San can't see it, and he knows that it is not a mortal thing just by feeling. This is exactly the case, the iron man's eyes lit up when he saw it, and he asked Yan San.

"Forty-two arrows, fifty thin cones, made in this shape, of the same material as this arrowhead. Yan San said, taking out an inch-long iron skewer from his waist and handing it over.

The blacksmith took it and saw that there was nothing peculiar, an ordinary iron stick, or a longer long needle, presumably a hidden weapon or something, carefully reversed the weight, and then reversed the arrow, nodded in agreement, took two bags of arrows, and said, "Come to get it at dawn, and you will not wait for it." 』

This business is a big profit, the weight of the arrow can be two iron sticks each, and the shaft of the arrow is iron mark wood, so a fool will dismantle the arrow and make a stick, sell the finished arrow, at most ten can be exchanged for fifty iron sticks. However, the arrow metal is commendable, it is actually Shen Yin Iron, and the weapon made is heavy and sharp, no reflection, and the most hidden, but I was asked to make a few sticks, and I don't know if this person is stupid.

It's best to be stupid, but where else to make money?

The iron man thought so, took out a large piece of gloomy iron from a hidden corner, threw it into the furnace painfully, and scolded the loser in his heart. He didn't think about cheating, after all, his shop was a long-term business, and he couldn't smash the signboard.

Yan San walked out of the shop, thinking about how to shoot the "hook" bow. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and walked to the other side of the black market.

This piece is the "black" area of the black market that Yan San thinks, things are strange, prices are black-hearted and black-hearted, and there are many black-hearted people who have set up some demagogic black stalls. But this is also a well-known high-end area, most of which are genuine, and of course the price still makes Yan San sigh "too dark". Yan San doesn't have any expenses at the moment, and he doesn't want to save any money for emergencies around him, his head is tied to the waistband of his trousers, what are he saving money for?

Walking into the "black" area, it is quieter, after all, there are fewer cultivators here, and not everyone can afford to trade in "spars", which starts at a hundred yuan, and you can have no worries about food and clothing for a lifetime when you put it outside. Yan San looked left and right, and was suddenly dazzled.

There is an old woman sitting in a stall on the left, with a wooden mask on her face that is the same as his, with a strange shape, only three things are placed on the stall, a long sword is dazzling, a gourd is non-iron and non-wood fluorescent as if it has life circulating on the surface, and a thumb-sized bone book is white and lovely.

"One hundred hedron each, no counteroffer. Seeing Yan San stop, the old woman said dryly.

Yan San stood for a moment, turned around and walked away, looking as if he was not satisfied with the price, but in fact he was frightened, but the wooden mask covered it, and outsiders couldn't see it.