"This donor doesn't know how much your weapon costs, and the little monk wants to buy this weapon. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

The man stood in front of Wan Tingjun's stall, and a strange awkwardness soon emerged.

Not for anything else, but because of this person's long tiger's back and bear's waist, but shaved his head.

The appearance is also fierce and vicious, and he looks like a bandit leader.

But he was wearing Buddhist clothes, with a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, revealing half of his chest and knotted muscles.

A bite of a benefactor monk, a very disobedient feeling.

Wan Tingjun pointed to the sign standing on the side, "As the card says, only change the appropriate weapons and mental methods." ”

After a moment's thought, the great monk pulled out a pair of dark red fist gloves from the cloth bag around his waist.

Grinning and revealing a mouthful of large white teeth.

"This benefactor, I am a person from Buddhism, and I don't have swords, guns, swords, halberds and other little monks, only this set of quenching fists. ”

"In terms of grade, this thing has also reached the galaxy level, one level higher than your gun, I don't know if the donor can be satisfied. ”

Galactic gloves!

Wan Tingjun's eyes lit up, it was actually a galaxy-level weapon.

The monk held the fist gloves in both hands, gently placed them on Wan Tingjun's hand, and reminded: "Donor be careful, this thing still has some weight, don't be smashed." ”

After taking the gloves, his hand sank and almost hit the ground directly.

It's so heavy!

As soon as the energy in Wan Tingjun's body turned, the purple yang vitality covered his hands, and he was able to lift this fist cover.

How could it be, it's just a pair of gloves, and the weight is at least five or six hundred pounds.

After weighing it in his hand, Wan Tingjun was a little surprised, it was such a big thing, and the weight was so heavy.

If it weren't for the fact that he usually attaches great importance to the cultivation of the body, Wan Tingjun might not be able to pick up these two gloves so freely.

Subconsciously looked at the fist gloves in his hand.

It's dark red, made of an unknown metal, and doesn't have much intricacy on it, just a few simple patterns.

But to say that this thing is a fist glove is more realistic.

Except for some hollows on the back of the gloves and wrist guards, there is not much difference from ordinary gloves.

Seeing Wan Tingjun observing this boxing glove, the great monk continued: "This donor, the little monk thinks that you should be cultivating the fire system exercises, this thing is just right for you, the biggest effect of this boxing glove is hardness, comparable to the hardness of a galaxy-level weapon, and the attack sent out by using this boxing glove can save thirty percent of the energy." ”

Wan Tingjun raised his eyebrows, this thing looked like it was suitable for him.

Seeing that Wan Tingjun seemed to have an interest in exchanging with him, the great monk added another fire, "The most important thing is that if this thing is damaged, as long as the area is not too large." Put some good alloys on the damaged areas, put them in the fire and smelt them, and then repair them independently. ？”

Good stuff, it's certainly good stuff.

But when Wan Tingjun heard the great monk say this, he was a little puzzled,

"Why do you only exchange this gun for such a good thing, in terms of practicality, my pistol is not at all comparable to your glove, can you tell me why. ”

"The donor doesn't know anything. The monk sighed, "The little monk is about to participate in a competition, and he is in urgent need of such a powerful weapon, and he ........."

When the great monk said this, he began to hesitate a little.

"Moreover, after this thing is carried, it will be difficult to take it off, and at the same time, it will consume the energy in the body all the time, and if you want to take it down, you must sacrifice it for a while, and then enter a large amount of energy before it falls. ”

"Otherwise, it will be like a piece of tape, stuck on your hands, unless you destroy it directly. ”

After saying this, the great monk scratched his head a little embarrassed.

Wan Tingjun looked at the glove in his hand, a little speechless, the thing is very good, not only is the hardness comparable to a galaxy-level treasure, but it can also subtract thirty percent of the energy.

But the disadvantages are also too obvious.

Heavy.

And it consumes the energy in the body all the time.

I can't take it off yet.

At this time, Wan Tingjun was entangled, this boxing glove was very suitable for him, very suitable.

But this shortcoming is too big, no wonder such a good thing, this monk does not use it himself, but has to sell it.

After thinking about it again, Wan Tingjun was still ready to change, but there was a lost expression on his face.

"This glove is good, but as you can see, the side effects are just too great........."

Hearing Wan Tingjun say this, the expression on the face of the great monk immediately fell.

"Donor, although the side effects of this fist glove are a little bigger, but it is indeed very easy to use. The great monk said without giving up.

However, Wan Tingjun was still unmoved, and it could be seen that the great monk was very fond of this pistol.

At first, the opponent could effortlessly hold this fist glove, and he didn't even use the energy.

It's obviously a body practice.

Since it is a Buddhist body cultivation, the importance of long-range weapons is definitely not weaker than that of drunkards seeing fine wine and perverts seeing beautiful women.

It's not that Wan Tingjun does this, but he is too poor.

Now that he can take advantage of the things in front of him, how can he just let the other party go.

Seeing that Wan Tingjun still didn't answer, the great monk seemed to have made some decision.

"Look at this benefactor, the little monk sees that your realm is also about to reach the realm of the Dark Universe Triple Heaven, so why don't you ........ like this?"

Leaned down while speaking, and after saying a few words in Wan Tingjun's ear, he looked at Wan Tingjun with a smile.

It looks like he's confident.

thinks that Wan Tingjun will agree to the request he said.

Sure enough, after Wan Tingjun listened, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Wan Tingjun's heart was pounding, sure enough!

Caught a big fish!

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he tried to make himself look normal, "Since the master loves this weapon so much, it is not difficult for others to be strong, so take this weapon master away." ”

Seeing that the other party agreed to his request, the great monk calmed down, "Amitabha, donor, the little monk has thanked you." ”

"Then it's time to wait for your donor. ”

"Well, when the time comes, I will definitely contact the master in the next place. Wan Tingjun took out the sound transmission spirit recipe and recorded the fluctuations of the monk's sound transmission spirit recipe, "The boy's surname is Wan Tingjun, and I don't know the master's surname. ”

The great monk had already picked up the silver wings and two rounds of magazines, and couldn't put them down.

"Sin, sin, it's the little monk who is too excited. The great monk reached a Buddha name, folded his hands, and made a Buddha salute: "The little monk is a generation of Juezi, and the Dharma name is Jueli." ”

Wan Tingjun put the fist gloves away, and saw that his mind was all on this pistol, and he didn't bother the other party.

"Then Master Jueli, the junior brother will contact you at that time, the time is not early, and the night market is about to end, so I won't disturb the master here. ”

"Okay, see you then. ”

After saying goodbye to each other, they dispersed.

Both of them got what they wanted, the atmosphere was harmonious, and it wouldn't seem so awkward when they met again.