"It seems that I am not qualified to buy a real thing, okay, just this Binglong fired a gun, how many spirit stones?" Zhao Xiaofeng shrugged helplessly.

"The young man is very talented, he has a great cultivation at such an age, and it will only be a long time to become a martial arts powerhouse in the future," the fat steward praised, and then said: "This Binglong gun has actually been booked by someone from the City Lord's Mansion, but that person's bid is extremely low, if the young man is not afraid of trouble, I will have sold it to the young man at the cost price." ”

In Wanghai City, there are actually many big forces that can lead to the two continents, but they all need to abide by the rules of the City Lord's Mansion, because Wanghai City was built by the Mochizuki Sect, one of the top ten Jindan sects, and the city lord is a powerful man with unfathomable strength.

The people of the city lord's mansion booked the dragon gun, but with his identity, he made the lowest price, and the owner of the Tianbing shop had to promise that if the dragon gun could not be sold within seven days, he would sell it to that person at the lowest price.

A few stewards are doing their best to sell the dragon roaring spear, but unfortunately the spear is a difficult weapon to refine, and it is a superb spiritual weapon, even if the price is pressed to the lowest, it is not an ordinary martial artist can afford it, of course, the most important thing is that the person in the city lord's mansion has already let out the words, if anyone dares to buy his dragon roaring spear, it is impossible to get along with him.

"Could it be that the city lord can't make a reservation in person?" Zhao Xiaofeng smiled and said, "The person who made the reservation, did you pay the deposit?

"There is no deposit," the fat steward shook his head and said, "Although it is not booked by the city lord himself, it is actually about the same, it is a seventh young master of the city lord's mansion, this young master is extremely talented and is deeply loved by the city lord." ”

"It's okay, you can sell the Dragon Spear to me," Zhao Xiaofeng smiled and said, "If the Seventh Young Master asks about this, you will say that the Holy Lord of the Sacred Valley bought it." ”

"Sacred Valley..."The fat steward muttered in his heart, and immediately nodded to Zhao Xiaofeng, "Since Shaoxia is refreshing, I won't drag it out, this gun was purchased from the Heavenly Weapon Sect, one of the top ten Jindan sects in Beiwu Lu, and after multiple purchases, it was shipped to Beilinglu, since Shaoxia likes it so much, the Bingpu will sell it to Shaoxia for one hundred and eighty medium-grade spirit stones." ”

"I don't understand what you do business," Zhao Xiaofeng smiled, "But you said the cost price, one hundred and fifty medium-grade spirit stones, I won't buy one more." ”

The fat steward looked very hesitant, and it took a long time to pop up the word "good".

......

In the end, it took a hundred medium-grade spirit stones and five thousand low-grade spirit stones to buy the Long Ming Spear, and if it was exchanged for points, it would be fifteen thousand points, which made Zhao Xiaofeng feel really painful for a long time.

Leaving the Tianbing Shop and walking on the street, Zhao Xiaofeng did not put Long Ming into the storage bag, but walked on the street directly on his back, and the loss of 15,000 points could not be counted.

It is said that there is a martial arts arena in Wanghai City, anyway, with his own realm, he will not die in the martial arts, it is better to practice the pistol in his hand, of course, what is more important is Zhao Xiaofeng's heartfelt desire for spirit stones, these spirit stones are points!

Walking to the road, Zhao Xiaofeng suddenly paused, someone followed him!

Although the people who followed him were clever, he didn't expect Zhao Xiaofeng to be a martial artist in the Gang Qi period, after all, there was still a trace of childish on his face, no one would think how high his cultivation could be, a Gang Qi period martial artist of this age, he didn't believe it when he said it, don't look at Haicheng Innate Martial Artists everywhere, but the martial artists in the Gang Qi period are still a small minority.

"Dare to buy the Seventh Young Master's Long Ming Spear, it's really bold," a ruffian-like warrior stood in front of a pancake stall, looking at Zhao Xiaofeng's figure that turned around and entered the alley, secretly disdainful.

"Hey, boy, do you want to buy cakes?" The owner of the pancake stall is also a martial artist at the peak of the day after tomorrow, and his temper is not small, looking at the guy who was standing in front of his stall holding the pancakes in a daze, he was immediately angry.

"Boss, do you do business and talk to customers like this? Who buys your cakes?" said the ruffian-like warrior who took a bite of the cake.

"Look behind you with your eyes open," the owner of the pancake stall said angrily, pointing at him.

The ruffian-like warrior chuckled disdainfully, then looked behind him, and a horrific procession that had blocked the entire large street was lined up behind him.

"Ahem," a mouthful of bread almost choked, and everyone looked at each other with a ruffian-like warrior who could stand it, so he hurriedly paid the money and chased into the alley.

chased into the alley, just in time to see Zhao Xiaofeng turn into another alley, and the ruffian warrior hurriedly followed.

After a while, Zhao Xiaofeng walked out of the alley and came to the pancake stall.

"Thank you, uncle," Zhao Xiaofeng took out a low-grade spirit stone, which was used as a reward for the other party to help him delay time.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say," the owner of the pancake stall quickly accepted the spirit stone, and at this time, the long queue in front of the cake stall was gone.

Such a group of people is more efficient than the disciples of any force, these people are the head snake force of Wanghai City, this pancake stall owner is a subordinate accepted by Sun Ping, Zhao Xiaofeng is still the first time to see it, so he will try their ability.

Zhao Xiaofeng is quite satisfied with the ability of these people, don't look at their cultivation is not high, but no matter how high their work cultivation is, they can't do it.

There are dark corners everywhere, and it is impossible for these corners to be taken care of by no one, but once they are managed, they feel that it is a piece of fat, and Wanghai City has a secret force that controls all the secret transactions in Wanghai City, Zhao Xiaofeng estimates that even the city lord does not dare to touch this person.

In the past few days, several banner masters of the Sacred Valley have already had some foundation in this force, and this is not enough, what Zhao Xiaofeng wants is to grasp the lifeblood of this city, and no news from Wanghai City will escape his ears at that time.

Although the Sacred Valley does not have a conflict with any forces at present, it is inevitable that the battle will be fought with expansion, Zhao Xiaofeng does not want to panic again, and he needs to prepare early.

On the way, Zhao Xiaofeng took back the shadow clone and went straight to the Douwu Arena, which is the most gold-absorbing place in Wanghai City, which was built by the City Lord's Mansion himself, which is spectacular.

The two gates are ten zhang high, the door is printed with three blood-red characters in the martial arts field, the demonic blood red seems to be poured with fresh blood, there are statues of unicorn beasts on the left and right, majestic and solemn, and the timid people are afraid that they will not even dare to enter the door.

Warriors fight with heaven and earth, fight with demons, but which one is a person with a fragile heart, even if the momentum in front of this door is majestic, there is an endless stream of people coming and going.

"Blood?" Zhao Xiaofeng licked his lips and followed the crowd into the martial arts arena.