Su Sanzhang looked for someone to get water and built a bonfire.

The oily noodles over there smiled. He Shi Ran took out a bag made of unknown animal skins, and poured out a fist-sized crimson spar from it, the spar emitted an astonishing heat, even exceeding the flame oil head powder surface and hung a small pot on it, and soon the water inside was boiling boiling.

He stayed in some bread and jerky, simmered a pot of wine, and then ate and drank deliciously, glancing at Hong Yu from time to time, his eyes were full of showing off.

When it was dark, he put away the crimson spar with the fur pouch, and took out a thumb-sized pearl of the night from his bosom, and carried it into the tent. Before entering the tent, he still deliberately shook the night pearl in his hand towards Hong Yu.

Hong Yu was stunned: "It's so superficial to show off your wealth"

The crimson spar is the brain crystal of the three-grade desolate beast desert salamander, which is even hotter than ordinary flames, but this level of material is extremely precious, and if it is directly used as a flame like oily head flour, it will definitely be scolded by countless array masters and weapon masters.

Needless to say, the night pearl is generally the size of a soybean, the size of the thumb is really rare, but this night pearl is worth 100,000 taels of silver, and the brain crystal of the desert salamander is at least 200,000 taels

The most important thing is that both of these things have a price, and being able to get them is definitely a status symbol.

At night, he slept very sweetly, he finally regained his face, and when he thought of his true identity and dealing with these ordinary people, he felt that he was condescending. But his personality is like this, if he loses face and doesn't want to find a way to get it back, he will definitely lose sleep at night.

But before he could fall asleep, there was a noise outside: "Come on, come on, it's still very cold at night, one piece per person, this kind of thing, that is, it is used to warm hands, it is not of much use." ”

It was the voice of the hateful guy, and the oily face was about to sneer, but he felt a clear fluctuation of energy, which was very familiar

He pulled the tent out of a corner and looked out, Hong Yu was handing out a crimson spar, each the size of a fist, piled up around him.

More than 100 of his men formed a line and collected them one by one. Hong Yu had a large stack of rock tapir hides in his hand, he picked up a rock tapir skin, quickly wrapped a spare, stuffed it into a person's hand, and then shouted: "Next"

The crimson spar was each of the large number of brain crystals of the desert salamander that he had just shown, and it didn't have to be smaller, and even from the bottom of that pile of brain crystals, he could vaguely see a few pieces the size of a human head

The size of the brain crystal directly determines the strength of the desolate beast, the size of the fist is already the strongest among the desert salamanders, and the size of the human head must be the king among the desert salamanders

The grade of the rock tapir is not high, only eight grades, but their horses are also a precious material, wear-resistant, heat-insulation, and have very good martial arts conduction properties. The Desert Salamander's brain crystal is very hot, and it can easily burn a person to ashes, but the skin of the rock tapir can isolate this heat and keep the energy of the brain crystal from leaking over.

The bag used to hold the brain crystals before the oily head noodles was made of rock tapir animal skin, and the hot brain crystals became a warm "hand stove".

But whether it is the brain crystal of the desert salamander or the skin of the rock tapir, they are all very precious, and with the origin of oily head noodles, they can only get such a piece. But Hong Yu is now, just like a roasted sweet potato seller on the street of Wuducheng, he took out a roasted sweet potato from the stove, wrapped it in straw paper, and stuffed it to the customer

He was a little unacceptable: Could it be that the brain crystals of the desert salamander and the skin of the rock tapir are so worthless now? It is all over the street? Impossible, it is a three-grade desolate beast after all......

Hong Yu sent a brain crystal to everyone, Zhuang Han and the others laughed, they all knew that Hong Yu was fighting with the little white face over there, but they were willing to accompany him to play this somewhat childish "game".

Su San mourned in his heart for the oily head and flour: You have a brain pump, and you are fighting with the young master to get rich? The young master has ransacked a country...... No matter how poor Hualang is, it is also a country, how can the accumulation of thousands of years be idle?

Each person has a desert salamander's brain crystal, and there is still more than half of that pile left. Hong Yu casually found a big bag made of rock tapir hides and stuffed it in, and then told everyone: "Don't think that this is a precious thing, that is, some hillbillies who have never seen the world will think that this thing is a treasure." ”

Oily Noodles almost jumped up: This bastard dares to say that Ben Gongzi is a hillbilly?

Hong Yu put away the brain crystal of the desert salamander, put his hand into his sleeve, and when he took it out, the light burst out, almost making people unable to open their eyes.

Then he held the bright light in his hand and hummed a little song and slowly walked to his tent.

After getting used to it, he saw clearly that Hong Yu's hands were originally two egg-sized Night Pearls Night Pearls, which were a treasure that would increase in size several times in size, and Hong Yu's two were several times larger than his one, and the value would at least increase dozens of times

In some small countries, these two night pearls are enough to become national treasures.

And such a baby, the gloss of the surface is also very important, once it is worn, the value will be greatly reduced. It's like his one, that is, he just took it out to show Hong Yu, usually wrapped in flannel, and there is a brocade box made of steel and padded with three layers of cotton cloth outside, for fear of bumping it.

But Hong Yu is obviously playing these two night pearls as handballs, and he has nothing to do with them turning and rubbing each other in his hands......

Even if he is from a background in oily hair and noodles, watching Hong Yu waste a treasure worth tens of millions of taels of silver like this, it is also a pain in the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys

This ruined thing, such a precious desert salamander brain crystal, actually has one in each person's hand to bake the fire

Such a precious pearl of the night, it is so bad

Young Master Ben thinks I'm a loser enough, compared to this bastard, Young Master, I'm a filial child......

The oily head and the powder face were extremely depressed in his heart, compared to the mount, he was abused by Hong Yu and wanted to die; Compared with wealth, he wants to die again. I hate this feeling, oily noodles roared in my heart.

He watched Hong Yu return to his tent, and went back depressedly, this night, don't want to sleep.

Failing to show off his wealth, the attention of the oily head and powder face once again returned to the body of the fierce horse. The poor Liema thought that he could finally have a "happy" game today, and was about to pull it apart, but he didn't expect it to be watched again.

The fierce horse was also roaring in his heart: what a nasty feeling

So it has reached the collapse of the "chrysanthemum head", and Shengsheng was suffocated......

Hong Yu didn't know any of this, he returned to his tent, and suddenly had a painful look on his face, and quickly checked the pair of national treasure-level night pearls carefully, confirming that his "technique" just now was good, and the two night pearls were not worn, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said secretly: Sure enough, there is a price to pay for pretending to be forced.

This pair of night pearls is indeed a national treasure of Hualang.

In Wudu City, there are many fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, such a pair of night pearls, Hong Yu is very sure to operate and sell them at a sky-high price of tens of millions

It wasn't until dawn that the oily head and flour noodles slept for a while, and at this time, someone in the camp had already gotten up to prepare breakfast for Hong Yu.

On a new day, the oily noodles that had been hit hard last night were raised again, because he had used it all night last night and finally figured it out.

It doesn't matter if you have a powerful mount or not, whether you have more wealth than that guy; Your own identity is the biggest dependence. Don't look at that guy who is proud now, as long as he shows his identity, if that guy is of enough grade, he will immediately nod and stammer.

This is the sorrow of all ordinary shijie people, this is their destined fate that cannot be changed at all.

So he didn't eat breakfast, and rode his horse with his head held high, like a rooster that had just won a fight, and walked past Hong Yu's camp with no one in his eyes. Su San and the others were very strange: this kid was just beaten hard last night, why did he come back to life today?

There was nothing to say on the road, and the oily head and noodles still followed them, camping next to their camp, as long as they met, he always maintained a condescending huge psychological advantage, and scanned the entire team with disdain, including Hong Yu, including Hong Shen, who was a second-grade god, and Emperor Hualang in the prison car.

Three days later, the team walked out of the mountains and spent the night in a small county town at the foot of the mountain.

The county seat is not large, and there are only three inns in total.

This is not a transportation hub, there are not many merchants coming and going, and each inn only has more than 20 houses, so as soon as Hong Yu's team entered the county, they chartered all the inns.

Wait until the oily noodles enter the city, ask if there is a room for a family, and then ask if there is still a room.

Su San and the others followed Hong Yu, and they also became afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and they were despised by the oily face and pink eyes along the way in the past few days, and they had long held back the fire in their stomachs, and at this time they stood proudly on the side with their arms and watched the jokes.

You asked the third one, and the answer was the same, but the second shopkeeper of this one was enthusiastic and pointed him out a "clear road".

"Guest officer, there must be no room in the whole city, why don't you go to the land temple outside the west city gate for one night?" Although the conditions are average, but it can block the wind and rain, the old man who occupied the place a while ago called Hanako died, his straw should still be there, and it is quite comfortable to sleep......"