"Only the 10,000-year-old stone milk can be used to replace things. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I hope someone can recognize the goods!" Zhang Haotian walked in the treasure pavilion, listening to the lively exchange, and thought about what he had at hand.

There are a lot of things in Zhang Haotian's hands, but there is really nothing that can be replaced except for the 10,000-year-old stone milk. Swap things for the Holy Wood Man, Tushi Heavenly Fire, Dinghai Divine Bead, or two gourds, unless a fool can do it.

Zhang Haotian walked and walked, and suddenly felt something. He turned his head to look, and saw that in an inconspicuous corner of the Treasure Pavilion, a middle-aged Celestial Clan, who was also at the level of refining and refining qi, was peddling the objects in his hand, among which Zhang Haotian was induced by a colorful piece of wood, emitting a dazzling light.

Zhang Haotian stepped forward, picked up the colorful wood very casually, and said: "Fellow Daoist, this is the first time I have seen it in Poor Dao, what do you call it? I don't know what the effect is? How do you want to exchange it?"

The Celestial Clan also saluted: "This is a branch harvested from the Wenyu tree, also called multicolored wood, which is extremely hard and inherently colorful, and it is a good material for refining." I want to exchange something, but there is nothing specific to exchange, it depends on whether I am suitable or not?"

"It's beautiful indeed. I have a few drops of 10,000-year-old stone milk in my hand, which has the great effect of living dead and living bones, I don't know if you are satisfied?" Zhang Haotian was ecstatic in his heart, "Although the five colors are two colors less than the seven colors, this is also a natural material for refining the Mixed Yuan Seven Colors Illusion Array Banner." ”

Zhang Haotian still quietly took out the 10,000-year-old stone milk, and did not show that he was in a hurry to exchange.

To be honest, with Zhang Haotian's current level of illusion, it would be easy to "take" the colorful wood branches.

But as a person who has lived in modern society, Zhang Haotian still has his own moral bottom line, if it is not related to life and death, he disdains to do this kind of thing of chicken and dog theft. As the saying goes, do not do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

Of course, if it is a matter of personal life and death, that is a different matter. This is just as Guan Zi said, "Cang Liao knows etiquette and knows honor and disgrace when he has enough food and clothing." If you don't have enough food and don't have warm clothes, what kind of etiquette and honor can you pay attention to?

"Okay! Change, here you go!" As soon as Zhang Haotian took out the 10,000-year-old stone milk, he immediately attracted the attention of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man directly decided to exchange. This is mainly because the 10,000-year-old stone milk is too good-looking, every drop is round and verdant, and it also exudes a faint fragrance, you can be refreshed when you smell it, and you will know that it is a good thing at a glance.

"Slow down! show the things to the master!" When Zhang Haotian got the colorful wood branch, he turned into elbows and armpits.

Looking at the arrogant voice by the way, Zhang Haotian saw a personable son with a three-foot long sword on his back, accompanied by two middle-aged strong guards, walking over, staring at the branches of the colorful wood without blinking.

"Boy, give me the branches, and my son will remember your goodness!" the boy commanded haughtily, as if he had taken your things, but you were glorious.

"This head has been stepped on by a donkey, right?!Silly X!" Zhang Haotian really despised this kind of person in his heart, but there was no need to ignore him after thinking about it, he turned around and left, "It's okay to say anything else, this is a material involving the formation flag, how can it be given to him, and it seems that he doesn't plan to change it, obviously he wants to eat white food." ”

"My young master is talking to you, are you deaf?" At this time, a strong man who accompanied Gongzi stepped forward and shouted at Zhang Haotian.

"Who are you?" Zhang Haotian asked casually out of interest.

"Young master of my family, you don't know. Listen, this is the son of the current patriarch of the Tiancang tribe, Cangye. Don't come and see you yet. The strong man looked proud.

"The Tiancang tribe is one of the largest tribes in our celestial race, no wonder it is so good. ”

"He is Cangye, this is a genius, he has cultivated to the level of refining gods in just twenty years. ”

"I heard that Cangye is very popular with the ancestors of the Tiancang tribe. It's what you want and what you give. This kid is used to being domineering, and that old man is going to suffer a big loss!"

"I heard that the ancestor of the Tiancang tribe has already cultivated to the Golden Immortal. ”

"Really?"

"That's still false. I heard that the ancestor casually wiped out a dragon tribe. ”

"A good man doesn't suffer immediate losses, and he doesn't have anything valuable, if he gives it to Cangye, maybe he can still get the appreciation of the ancestors!"

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As soon as the people around heard that the young man was the Cangye of the Tiancang tribe, they began to talk about it, and they were very optimistic about Zhang Haotian.

And Cangye and the two strong men looked proud, Cangye squinted at Zhang Haotian and said in his heart: "Xiaoyan, do you know who I am? ”

"How can it be the Tiancang tribe again? how can the Tiancang tribe get rid of this kind of scum. It seems that I really have a relationship with the Tiancang tribe. Zhang Haotian thought of the little fox, and even remembered the scene when he was injured by the Heavenly Master.

"No, I don't change. Zhang Haotian said categorically, after speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

"What are you talking about, you don't want to live, do you?" When the two strong men heard this, they took a step forward and stopped in front of Zhang Haotian.

"Do you want to rob it?" Zhang Haotian looked at Cangye, who was blue with an iron face, and asked indifferently.

"Shame on you! Let's go! Be careful. "For the first time, he was lost face, and Cangye hated it.

The Celestial Tribe, especially the Treasure Pavilion, have their own rules. Don't look like there's no one guarding here, but maybe there's a master watching over you. Even if Cangye is a descendant of the Tiancang Ancestor of the Tiancang tribe, it is not easy to break the rules.

"Who is this?

"Even the Cangye of the Tiancang tribe dares to provoke, I really don't want to live. ”

"Stay away from him, and be careful. ”

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Seeing Zhang Haotian rejecting Cangye, everyone was surprised, some expressed admiration, but more were gloating, and some even shook and sighed.

For this kind of gentleman, Zhang Haotian really didn't have much interest in dealing with it, and after looking at it again, he found that there was nothing he needed, so he left the treasure pavilion.

Replaced by colorful wood, Zhang Haotian happily walked out of the Azure tribe. He came to a nearby high mountain and found a hidden place to sit down.

Zhang Haotian wants to think about how to go next, and he also has to wait for the "caring person".

"Now it seems that the Celestial Race is destined to fight against the Dragon Clan, the Phoenix Clan, and the Qilin Clan. But I've only heard of the catastrophe of dragons and phoenixes, and I haven't heard of the struggle between the celestial race and the dragon clan, the phoenix clan, and the unicorn clan. Moreover, in the later generations, even the Celestial Race has not heard of it, and it is estimated that the result of the Celestial Race should not be too good. "Zhang Haotian is no longer optimistic about the future of the Celestial Race, even if it is rumored that there are people in the Celestial Race who have advanced to the Golden Immortal.

"The Celestial Race likes to hunt creatures in the desolate world, which should be against the original intention of the Heavenly Dao. I don't know if there is any merit to be earned?" It was the cranky Zhang Haotian who felt that three people were rushing towards the place where he was.