The vendor was a shrewd-looking middle-aged man, with two mustaches and hands in his sleeves, smiling and squatting there watching the mercenaries pick things out of his stall.

To tell the truth, the things in this stall are nothing more than tattered and rubbish that look a little old, most of them are broken blades, or some bronze or a few tattered black iron playthings, which look like the kind of thing that can be fished out of a hundred and eighty pieces in a random pit in the mountains.

It's just that because the stall owner is not shouting loudly, it seems extremely mysterious, and these things hit the curious minds of the mercenaries who want to find treasures and leaks, which makes him quite overcrowded here.

"Boss, how do you sell all these things?"

A tall mercenary slowly squatted down, picked up the missing black iron ring from those objects, checked it in his hand, and asked.

The stall owner smiled and wiped his mustache, "The things I have here, whether good or bad, are all medium-grade spirit stones." ”

"An intermediate spirit stone?" the mercenary screamed, as if he had shaken off a hot potato, and threw the dark iron ring back to the stall, his face was not very good-looking: "The black-hearted businessman has seen a lot, and it is the first time I have met someone like you who dares to speak." ”

A medium-grade spirit stone is basically worth half a month's mission income for him, which is used to buy a piece of broken copper and iron that he doesn't know what it does, unless his brain is broken.

Shaking his head, the tall mercenary wearing the Black Iron Medal didn't bother to bother with a small vendor, and left without looking back.

After walking this one, the crowd around the stall did not decrease, but showed some signs of increasing. After all, there are too few vendors who dare to sell some broken copper and iron as a medium-grade spirit stone, and the rest of the people also want to see it, what kind of confidence does this stall owner have, and he actually says that the things in his stall, whether good or bad, are all sold at such a sky-high price.

As if knowing what the crowd of onlookers were thinking, the middle-aged stall owner sneered disdainfully, picked up the ring that was thrown back to the stall by the mercenary just now, lowered his voice and said, "I understand to tell you, my things here are all from the tomb of a strong man, do you remember the origin of our horse town?"

Seeing that he said so mysteriously, the townspeople who also had a good thing replied: "What do you not know about this? When our town was not very prosperous, there were powerful and fearful demon beasts wantonly abused, and the people within a radius of 100 miles were silent, it was a strong man named Wu Zema in the town who killed those demon beasts, and united with several other powerful people with great reputation, and sealed several big demons in the deep mountains, in exchange for a hundred years of peace in our Zema Town, don't you want to say that these objects are things in Wu Zema's tomb, right?" I've heard that Wu Zema is still alive, so be careful that he pinched you to death!"

Hearing the words of this townman, many mercenaries around who didn't know this allusion also showed a sudden look, but there was still a hint of disapproval between their expressions, since that Wu Zema was still alive, the story of this small stall owner was also self-defeating.

However, the middle-aged stall owner smiled mysteriously: "When did I say that these things came from Wu Zema's tomb?" There were two strong people who killed demon beasts with Wu Zema back then, one of them has long since disappeared, and the other person fell because of an accident, I think you should not be unfamiliar with this person's name, that is, the Heavenly Sword Wuzun who once killed the Heaven Devouring Demon Jiao with one sword. ”

"Heavenly Sword Martial Venerable, you mean, these things were found in the tomb of Heavenly Sword Martial Venerable?"

A man wearing a long knife at his waist and wearing light clothes couldn't help but ask.

This person is also wearing a black iron mercenary medal on his chest, but he also wears a badge representing a mercenary group, looking at the more luxurious fire mark, this person seems to come from a powerful mercenary group.

"Do you believe this kind of person's nonsense?" A cold woman standing beside him frowned, pulled out the whip on her waist, and threw it out in the air, splitting the floor tiles in front of the stall owner at once.

The middle-aged stall owner's face turned pale with fright, and the whole person jumped up as if he had been burned on the buttocks, and said with a smile: "Two of you, if you have something to say, why use force?"

The cold and arrogant woman withdrew her long whip and said disdainfully: "With your kind of character, you dare to say that you can enter the tomb of the Heavenly Sword Martial Venerable? ”

"Ruyi, what are you doing. The man with the saber frowned, stopped the woman's behavior, then smiled at the stall owner, possessed himself and picked among the pile of rags, and finally picked up a simple-looking broken knife, and asked, "This thing should also be a medium-grade spirit stone, right?"

"Hey, that's right, if you are optimistic, we can also negotiate the price. Seeing that there was a door for trading, the middle-aged stall owner couldn't be afraid, and said again and again.

"Not necessarily. The man with the saber shook his head, took out a high-grade spirit stone from the storage ring and handed it to him, and then picked up a few innocuous gadgets, and made a generous move, which made the mercenaries around him blush, and some mercenaries who were proud of their extraordinary skills had crooked thoughts in their hearts.

But when they saw clearly the Flame Medal on the chest of the man and woman, they couldn't help but make a subtle strange sound as if they were being pinched by the throat.

The cold woman glanced at it, and her cold and arrogant eyes were full of disdain, as if standing with these people was a great insult.

It wasn't until the man with the saber had picked out enough of something worth a high-grade spirit stone that the middle-aged vendor closed his mouth that was almost smiling, rubbed his hands together and asked, "What else do you two need?"

The saber man shook his head and smiled gently, "That's enough. ”

"Boy, you've been standing next to you for a long time, but what good things have you seen?" Seeing this scene, the juggernaut asked Bai Yang jokingly: "Although that short knife is good, it is not the most valuable of these things." If you don't even have this bit of eyesight, you're blinding the power of your bloodline. ”

Bai Yang stood quietly beside him, hearing the juggernaut's joke, but he was not angry, and responded with a smile: "It seems that we finally have the same opinion once." ”

As he spoke, Bai Yang strode towards the stall, first pretending to rummage over the things on the stall, and then turned out a black round piece of metal, and asked, "This thing also sells a medium-grade spirit stone?"

The middle-aged vendor, who had not reported any hope, had not yet recovered from the joy of harvesting a high-grade spirit stone, and when he heard Bai Yang's question, he was even more overjoyed, casually glanced at the round piece of metal, and said, "Of course, little brother, do you want it?"

Bai Yang nodded casually, but instead of paying directly like the man with the saber, he put the black round metal back and picked it up casually.

Seeing his behavior, the middle-aged vendor was not in a hurry, and squatted down slowly, "Little brother, if you fall in love, we can discuss the price." Why don't you do this, I'll just pick up something for you, will you think about it?"

"Just set up something?" Bai Yang couldn't help laughing when he heard this, of course he understood the mentality of the middle-aged stall owner, this kind of business that had been open for three years was naturally able to make a fortune, but as for the profound image created before, it didn't matter at all.

"Think about it. The middle-aged vendor also realized that he was too eager, and after laughing twice, he turned to greet the gentleman who had directly consumed a high-grade spirit stone.

"The broken knife he chose should be the remains of a Tongtian-level soldier, looking at that appearance, it should be a long knife, probably the saber of the Heavenly Sword Martial Venerable. Although it is a long time, the divine essence is still there, go back and refine it, it can be regarded as a good material, and the high-grade spirit stone flower is not a loss. ”

Just when Bai Yang was still flipping through the mess at random, the master's voice sounded faintly, commenting on the broken knife that the man with the saber had chosen.

Bai Yang didn't have any interest in these things, but when he heard that it was a Tongtian-level soldier, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and he asked, "The current power of the stars, does it still need to absorb the divinity in the spirit weapon in order to advance?" If this is the case, I don't know how much divinity should be absorbed from the third order to the fourth order. ”

"This is not something you need to worry about now, the cultivation process of divine power is extremely complicated, and absorbing divine nature is just a means that cannot be used, and it is not a long-term solution. If the divine nature absorbs too much, it will have the opposite effect on the growth of divine power, and when the right time comes, I will naturally hand over the cultivation method of divine power to you, and now you don't need to be anxious. ”

Hearing the master's words, Bai Yang nodded silently, then held the round piece of metal in his hand, and was about to speak, but in the pile of garbage, he saw the half corner of a piece of parchment.

On the half of the corner, there seems to be some kind of mysterious figure drawn, which ordinary people may not recognize, but Bai Yang is extremely familiar with this kind of graphic text.

Because this is the secret text of the Fire Demon Clan, the part that is revealed on this parchment seems to be some kind of secret method of the Fire Demon Clan.

This discovery made Bai Yang a little excited, as the flame demon bloodline increased day by day, the part of the inheritance he obtained was becoming more and more unable to exert the power of his heart, if the things recorded on this parchment were really the secret inheritance of the fire demon clan, it would be regarded as an unexpected gain.

So Bai Yang silently reached over, and the other slender palm reached out at the same time, pinching the other half of the parchment.

Bai Yang frowned slightly, he didn't expect that besides himself, there would be people interested in this thing.

However, when he raised his eyes, he met a pair of cold eyes, and the cold woman named Ruyi said in a condescending tone: "Let go!"