"Su Gongzi is good!"

"Su Gongzi is early!"

"Young Master Su, go to Xinghai Pavilion?"

"Tut, look at the young man Su Gongzi, young and promising......"

"Master Su, my family Ruhua was still talking to you last night, when will you have time to come and sit at home?"

"Master Su, my family's Cuihua will be twelve tomorrow, why don't you come over and see if there is a spiritual root?"

"Linggen, with the weight of more than 200 catties of your family's cuihua, you still want to go up the mountain to be a fairy?

"Wu Laosan, let's find a fight!"

“......”

Walking on the wide street paved with bluestone slabs, Su Mo carried a food box, smiled, and stretched out his hand to greet the neighbors.

On this Taiping Street, everyone knows Su Mo's habits, closing and resting on time every day, opening the door on time, and even the route he takes remains the same, rain or shine for many years.

He is very popular, and nine out of ten of the residents on the street have good intentions towards him. From monks and warriors, to ordinary people, and even some demonic cultivators, almost no one wants to fight him.

Especially these ordinary people, they have an excellent impression of this gentle young man and are very willing to get close. If there is still a daughter in the family who has not yet come out of the cabinet, the parents and elders will do everything possible to arrange various chance encounters, hoping to catch the golden beetle son-in-law. Ignoring how shy and helpless his daughter was standing in front of Su Mo.

There is only one reason for this: Su Mo is a monk, a young man who does not know the depths of cultivation, has three kinds of immortal arts, refining weapons, alchemy, and talismans, and is favored by the disciples of the family, has a gentle temperament, and is handsome.

Sunset City is close to Taixuanzong in the north, Sunset Mountain Range in the east, the demons and beasts in the deep mountains are vertical and horizontal, the city is scattered and cultivated, and the demon hunting groups are in groups, which can be described as a mixture of fish and dragons. Although there is a great power in the sky, the northern city, which is mixed with poor people, is still a place that cannot be covered by order, which is synonymous with hiding dirt and dirt. In the ninety-nine streets of the district, people die almost every moment.

Living in such a place, if you can get in touch with Su Mo, you will have a guarantee in Taiping Street, at least you won't die inexplicably.

Speaking of which, this place was not called Taiping Street before, but the poorest and least valued gravel street in the North City. But since three years ago, Su Mo came here with an umbrella and a cyan young Jiao in his arms. After more than a dozen bloodsheds, large and small, and the destruction and relocation of several restless forces, it was renamed Taiping Street and became a rare place to live in Beicheng.

In a world where the strong are respected, mortals living in chaos know how to be grateful more than those monks and warriors who are high above. Therefore, whenever Su Mo walked on the street, he would receive a series of blessings and greetings. In this most unpretentious way, they express their gratitude to their patrons and hope that this life will last forever.

Walking slowly all the way, laughing and talking all the way, Su Mo cranked the folding fan and came to the shop in the middle of the street.

A few maids came early, eating around the food box, whispering private words among the girls, and from time to time there were a few coquettish laughter, which added a lot of color to the shop.

"Rou Niang, look at your bad face, did you have a spring dream last night?" a little maid laughed.

"What's the matter, you...... Don't talk nonsense!" Rou Niangqiao's face was slightly red, and she hurriedly retorted.

"And said no, look at your eyes, they all have dark circles. The other maids coaxed.

Rou Niang said: "I... I have something on my mind, I can't sleep, can't I?!"

"What's going on in my heart?"

"Thinking of someone, right?"

"Who are you missing?"

"Who else can make our Rou Niang's soul unrelenting!"

"Don't say any more!"

Rou Niang couldn't resist it, and said angrily: "It's all about me, and you yourself are not the same." ”

“......”

Several resentful eyes converged somewhere, Su Mo's expression was serious, as if he didn't listen to anything outside the window and only read the books of sages.

"Deaf!"

"Idiot!"

"Fool!"

Rou Niang was the most favored, and said indignantly: "Idiot!"

Seeing that the other party didn't move at all, several maids gradually lost interest, packed up the dishes and chopsticks, and went to their respective businesses.

Su Mo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, slightly adjusted his somewhat stiff sitting posture, and reversed the "Ten Thousand Demon Illustrated Guide" in his hand, "It turned out that it was taken backwards, I said why do these demon beasts look so strange!"

As the sun grew, and as it approached noon, the flow of customers to the shops increased greatly, and several maids seized the time to peddle all kinds of treasures to customers.

They are all the weakest qualified martial artists, the highest realm of Rou Niang, and they are only the cultivation of the fourth layer of blood coagulation, but their understanding and analysis of various treasures are very profound, and they can give just the right advice for martial artists or monks with different cultivations.

However, the reason why Xinghai Pavilion was able to stand out in the fierce competition was almost entirely due to Su Mo. His mind and skill in business operations are not inferior to any cunning and sophisticated old people. It only took half a year to monopolize nearly 30% of the trading in the surrounding streets, which is simply a spectacle.

While making his peers jealous, he can only sigh at God's injustice, and he has no superfluous thoughts, and he doesn't dare to have superfluous thoughts!

"Childe, the brute tiger wants to repair the spiritual weapon. ”

Rou Niang led a strong man to the Shen case, interrupting Su Mo's thoughts.

The brute tiger is burly, with knotted muscles all over his body, wrapped in wolf skin and animal clothes, full of evil and blood, like a mountain standing in front of the case, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

I saw him take out a beautiful short sword full of cracks from his arms, put it on the desk with an embarrassed expression, and begged with flattery on his vicious face: "Master Su, can you take a look, is it possible to repair it?"

Su Mo put down the scroll and smiled at the brute tiger: "I told you last time that although this spirit sword is of a higher grade, it is not suitable for you, how about it?"

The brute's face turned red, and he bowed slightly and said: "Young Master Su Mo is too right, I don't have a long brain, I thought that a high-grade spiritual weapon must have great lethality, but I didn't expect ......"

Su Mo picked up the short sword, flicked it with his fingers, listened to the echo, and asked, "Was it damaged when chopping?"

The brute tiger looked embarrassed, rubbed his big hands like a fan, and said hesitantly: "Who would have thought that the high-grade spirit weapon would be so brittle......"

Su Mo smiled bitterly and said, "You are a martial artist who focuses on body refining, and it is naturally better to choose a spiritual weapon with great strength." This short sword focuses on light and sharp, and it takes the assassination route, with the strength you burst out, coupled with the impact of the demon beast's resistance, it is strange that it is not damaged, you are a big loss this time!"

The brute's face fell, the short sword had depleted his savings, and if it couldn't be repaired, the rest of the days would be difficult.

Su Mo glanced at the embarrassed brute tiger, a little unbearable, so he ordered: "Rou Niang, go and bring the battle axe from counter six!"

In the chaotic northern city, if you don't have the spirit weapon in your hand, with the impulsive character of a brute tiger, I'm afraid it will be difficult to survive here.

The tomahawk is about seven feet long, and its whole body is pitch black, giving people a sense of heaviness, and the blade of the axe is flickering with cold light, and it is extremely sharp.

Manhu was so excited that his eyes lit up, he took a few breaths, looked at Su Mo with his eyes aside, and said solemnly: "I don't know what Master Su commands?"

The battle axe is a high-grade spiritual weapon, which is very valuable, although he has a good relationship with Su Mo, but such a valuable thing cannot be given away for nothing.

Su Mo said lightly: "The black-veined battle axe, a high-grade spirit weapon, is made of Xuanwen copper and blue feather iron, it is worth four thousand lower-grade spirit stones, I want to pay five thousand, the old rule, pay in installments, pay it off in two years, what do you think?"

With this battle axe, within two years, five thousand spirit stones will definitely be earned. The brute tiger showed gratitude, and hurriedly held the battle axe in his hand and stroked it gently.

Rou Niang snickered on the side, she had long been accustomed to this kind of transaction. Although there are some risks, so far, as long as people are alive, no one dares to deliberately owe spirit stones.

Su Mo knocked on the table and said with a smile: "Your figure and strength are suitable for the opening and closing route, this battle axe can increase your combat power by three percent, if you can buy another shield, I estimate that with your perfect cultivation in the second realm, the demon beasts below the third order will not be able to help you!"

The brute tiger's gaze immediately shifted from the tomahawk to Su Mo's face, and the flattery was even more obvious.

Rou Niang, who had been prepared, immediately walked to the third counter and handed a diamond-shaped shield with a bronze color to the brute tiger.

"Tiangang shield, made of fine-grained copper, a medium-grade spirit weapon, worth 1,800 spirit stones, together with the black-patterned battle axe, count you 7,000 spirit stones, or pay it off in two years, how about it?"

The brute tiger said excitedly: "Okay! Great, with this Tiangang shield, I can take my brothers to go thousands of miles deep into the Sunset Mountain Range!"

Su Mo smiled and asked, "Don't be in a hurry to go to the Sunset Mountain Range, first tell me what you are going to do with this short sword?"

The giant palm like a brute tiger fan-like stroked back and forth on the shield, and said casually: "What else can I do?

Su Mo thought for a while and said, "After all, it was taken from me, so stay here, count you two thousand spirit stones!"

Manhu supported his chest with his fist and said solemnly: "Thank you Su Gongzi, this kindness, I have written it down by Manhu!"

The damage to the short sword is extremely serious, even if it can really be repaired, it is more than worth the loss, and the price of two thousand spirit stones is already very generous!

"What to thank, he's a liar!"

Suddenly, an angry voice sounded outside the door, and several brocade-clothed martial artists broke into the Xinghai Pavilion side by side, heading straight for Su Mo.

The strong man at the head had a gloomy expression, his eyes were cold, and he stared at Su Mo deadly, as if he wanted to tear him to pieces. The rest of the people also overflowed with evil spirit, their expressions were hideous, exuding a powerful momentum.

In the Xinghai Pavilion, when the guests saw these people, their eyes were full of fear, and some of them were even ready to flee from this place of right and wrong. Regular customers looked at them with playful eyes, their expressions were indifferent, and even faintly showed a hint of expectation.

"Wow"

There was a chaotic sound, and several spiritual weapons that were cracked, or dimmed, or simply broken in two were thrown on the ground.

The strong man said with an indifferent expression: "Are you an outsider who bullied us?" Or are you a liar in the first place?