"Okay, good, let you say!" the old man gritted his teeth and took a pen and paper, thinking that Ling Mu was just joking.

Ling Mu lowered his head and said as he walked: "The person I want to kill, his name is Ling Mu, he is fifteen years old, his strength is the seventh level of the Spirit Gathering Mirror, he is currently in Nanshan City, of course he will go to the Ancient Sword Sect tomorrow." ”

The old man listened and recorded, but when he heard that he was going to the Ancient Sword Sect, his hand shook, and with a stroke of the pen, he left a long black line on the paper, and slapped the pen and paper on the table, "You kid, you are really making fun of the old man, don't think that in this night market, the old man can't do anything to you, as long as you get out of this door, you just wait!"

"Hey, why are you so hot, old hair, how can I be happy with you. Ling Mu's face was confused.

The old man looked at Ling Mu's appearance and said in his heart, "Could it be that this kid really doesn't know the rules?"

"The Templar doesn't kill people from the Ancient Sword Sect. "The old man doesn't seem to be as angry as he used to be.

"This can't be, I saw someone in the Templar offering a bounty to assassinate this person before!" Ling Mu shouted.

"Fart, the Holy Hall will never assassinate the people of the Ancient Sword Sect!, I think you're here to find fault!" the old man reached out and pressed Ling Mu's shoulder.

Ling Mu, who was pressed by the old man's shoulder, was still not in a hurry, but said coldly: "I don't believe you go check the list yourself." ”

The old man looked at Ling Mu's expression, let go of his hand, walked through the table, and opened the thick books.

The old man kept flipping through the books, and suddenly the old man stopped, walked in front of Ling Mu with the book, looked at Ling Mu's face carefully, lowered his head and looked at the book, and finally raised his head and asked, "Are you Ling Mu?"

"Exactly. ”

The old man closed the book and put it back on the table, "A month ago, someone offered 300,000 spirit crystals to buy your life, but it said that you only had one spirit mirror, and it was rumored that you disappeared in the secret realm of the ancient city of the Southern Wilderness. However, it is not recorded that you are a disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect. ”

"That's right, I was favored by Master Liangqiu Yimeng in Qiling City and accepted as a disciple. Do you Holy Hall even dare to assassinate Liang Qiu Yimeng's disciples?" Ling Mu explained to the old man.

"Liang Qiu is dreaming!" the old man was a little surprised, "What you said is true!"

"If you don't believe me, tomorrow I will go to the Ancient Sword Sect and Liang Qiu Yimeng to confront each other face to face. This time it was Ling Mu's turn to lose his temper.

Looking at Ling Mu, the old man remembered what he had done before, and knew that what Ling Mu said was definitely not false, and he had come to look for trouble.

The old man's face was tense, and he suddenly grinned, "Ling Gongzi is not strange, after all, he has to take on a lot of business every day, and sometimes it is inevitable that there will be some negligence in the rank." ”

"I don't care about this, your people have all inserted daggers into my waist, fortunately I am a step higher, otherwise I would have died!" Thinking that he had been stabbed twice by Hyunya, Ling Mu couldn't help but feel a pain in his flesh.

"This, this, we will definitely pay Childe for these losses. The old man scolded in his heart, and he didn't know which idiot took the order, so he didn't even check it.

Ling Mu originally came over this time just to let the Holy Church cancel his bounty, so as not to cause trouble in the future, but he didn't expect that there would be compensation, his eyes rolled, "I don't know, how to compensate." ”

The old man smiled and said, "Then give the 300,000 yuan from the buyer to Ling Gongzi, what do you think?" ”

Ling Mu turned his head when he heard this, closed his eyes, and stretched out a finger, "One million!"

"This son, you have to be reasonable, you have to add a little high, it's better like this, I'll give you another 100,000 and give you 400,000, how about Ling Gongzi." "My husband was a little anxious.

"A million!"

The old man gritted his teeth, "500,000, no more, these are my own money!"

"A million!"

Ling Mu was still unmoved

The old man was stamped by Ling Muqi, "Double! Give you 600,000!"

"One million! Not a single cent less! If you don't give it, I'll go to the master to complain!" Ling Mu moved Liang Qiu Yimeng out.

"Give it, I'll give it!" Get out of here, I don't want to see you!" The old man was about to go crazy by Ling Mu's anger, an assassin organization in the black market sanctuary was actually blackmailed by a teenager, saying that he was afraid that he would not be laughed off, but it is estimated that no one will reply.

The heavy black iron door was pushed open by Ling Mu, and Ling Mu walked out of it with a smug face, leaving behind an old man with a fried hair.

"Ling Gongzi, have you talked about it?" Yu Heng asked when he saw Ling Mu walking out with a smile.

"Well, let's talk about it, Ye Ran?" Ling Mu only found out that Ye Ran was gone.

Yu Heng stretched out his hand and pointed to the second floor and said, "Ye Gongzi, it seems that he has a weapon on the second floor, but he seems to have no money and is waiting for you." ”

Ling Mu glanced over and found that Ye Ran was really sitting in a private seat, holding a bronze big sword in his hand, although it was considered a big sword, it was not a giant sword, and the giant sword of the Ancient Sword Sect was still far behind.

Seeing Ling Mu coming down, Ye Ran jumped up and recruited, "Brother Ling Mu, come here!"

"Why, I have to borrow money again. Ling Mu said angrily.

"Hehe, little money, I will definitely pay you back in the future, twice! No, five times!"

Ling Mu stepped forward and took the bronze sword in Ye Ran's hand, injected it with aura slightly, and found that there were actually more than fifty veins.

"It's a good thing, it's good!"

Ling Mu put the giant sword back again.

Ye Ran stepped forward and said with a smile: "This, that, Brother Ling Mu, can you lend me 300,000 ...... first?"

"300,000! so expensive!" is a black market here, and the price is usually discounted in half.

"Good things are naturally expensive, although it is only a weapon with fifty veins, but the material of this sword is amethyst copper. Razor-sharp. It is far from being comparable to the ordinary fifty veins of spiritual weapons. At this time, the seller who was sitting next to him spoke.

Ling Mu glanced at it, it was a man with a hat, "The thing is good, but if it is discovered by the original owner or friend of this hand, it will be troublesome." ”

"You can rest assured that the people who know this sword are no longer pure. I can guarantee this in the name of the night market. The man with the hat said in a deep voice.

Yu Heng on the side also stood up and said, "If you promise in the name of the night market, if something goes wrong in the future, you can come to me." ”

Ling Mu sighed, the one million spirit crystals he had just extorted and had to lose 300,000 in the blink of an eye, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed, but thinking that Ye Ran was the third son of the Ye family, and the monk couldn't run away from the temple, even if he had no money, his father was still rich.

Reluctantly, he took out 300,000 spirit crystals and gave them to the other side, and said to Ye Ran, "Okay, let's go, go back to your house first." He turned his head to Yuheng and said, "Thank you Miss Yuheng tonight." ”

"Ling Gongzi is polite, I'll send you out. After speaking, Yuheng walked downstairs.