City’s Peerless Immortal Doctor

The axe placed in the corner of the booth was about three feet long, dark in its entirety, and glowing with black awns, releasing a touch of pressure.

The axe belongs to the sacred middle-class spirit weapon. In the warrior trading market in Yanyang City, the spirit weapon of this rank can only be regarded as ordinary.

When you observe carefully, you will find that the axe blade of the axe seems to carry a little bit of blood, and you can smell the **** breath of Ruoruuowu.

"Where did you get this axe? Where is the owner of the axe?"

Ren Tianfu was shocked when he saw the axe and the blood stains on it, stepped forward to grab the axe and took a closer look, then stared at the stall owner murderously, and asked sternly.

Ren Tianfu can be 100% sure that this axe owner is the palace owner Li Sanxue's. Now the axe is here, but the palace owner is not there. Coupled with the blood stains on the axe, it is obvious that the palace owner may have encountered a dangerous thing.

You know, for a warrior, a spiritual weapon is half-life. If a spiritual weapon is lost, how can its owner be safe?

The thought that the palace owner might have encountered an accident, Ren Tianfu was anxious, and his whole body was hostile.

Although the stall owner is also a strong foundation-building mid-level, he is not weaker than Ren Tianfu, but he is an exquisite businessman who knows the principle of making money with harmony, and he is not angry when he sees it, and said with a smile: "This guest, there is Speak well, don't get excited...cough! This disciple of Danding Pavilion patrolled and made a big disturbance. It would be no good to call them in!"

Although he murmured and smiled, there was a warning in his tone.

This is the east of Yanyang City, which belongs to Danding Pavilion's sphere of influence. Danding Pavilion disciples are often patrolling and patrolling. If there are conflicts and conflicts, there will soon be Danding Pavilion disciples coming to mediate and make peace.

If the mediation says that the success is okay, everyone is in peace, but if there is a hard-line dissatisfied or insistent on making trouble, the disciples of Danding Pavilion will be forcibly expelled from the city.

Before that, several warriors refused to accept Danding Pavilion's mediation and made peace, and even made hands on Dan Ding Pavilion disciples. They were killed on the spot, and their bodies were thrown into the mountains outside the city to feed the spirit beasts.

In fact, in Yanyang City, not only Danding Pavilion, but the Golden Sword Sect who manages the West City also did the same.

Both sects know that only by creating a fair and safe environment can it be possible to attract more warriors into the city, and then promote the prosperity of the warrior trading market, so that the two sects can continuously get rich returns from it.

If the city is in chaos and personal safety cannot be guaranteed, how many warriors will be willing to enter the warrior trading market in Yanyang City for trading?

Ren Tianfu had been to Yanyang City more than once, and knew that if Danding Pavilion disciples were attracted, there would be some trouble, so he suppressed the agitated emotions and forced himself to calm down.

It's just that the axe in his hand has not been put down.

The stall owner was not afraid that he would **** the axe away, and said with a smile: "This axe was bought from outside by one of my runners. As for who its owner is, I don’t know...Let’s do it. Wait a while for my running squad to come back, let me ask you how?"

"Thank you."

Although Ren Tianfu was worried about the safety of the palace lord and the two elders, he knew that the matter was not in a hurry, so he had to express his gratitude in a deep voice, and waited in place.

When Fang Bai had nothing to do, he squatted down and watched the training resources placed in the booth before him. Finally, his eyes were fixed on the one-foot-long wooden stick.

The stick seemed to be a piece of dead wood with a rough surface and looked ordinary, but there seemed to be a wisp of wood aura overflowing from it.

"Why, little brother is interested in this piece of wood?"

Seeing that Fang Bai's eyes lit up, the stall owner smiled casually and asked.

"Um... I think this stick is a bit special..."

Fang Bai picked up the stick at will, watching as he said.

The stall owner smiled and said: "The little brother really has eyesight, and I also think this thing is an extraordinary treasure! So, if you want, how about I sell you cheaply? Ten thousand sacred inferior spirit stones or Cultivation resources of the same value will do!"

This piece of wooden stick was collected from a casual warrior by the stall owner who spent 5,000 high-grade and low-grade spirit stones a few months ago.

At that time, the stall owner saw that there was aura overflowing from the stick, and thought that he had picked up a leak and got a treasure. After I bought it back, he studied it carefully, but found that there was nothing surprising, and he couldn't help but regret it.

After that, the stall owner put the wooden sticks in the stall for trading. He didn't expect to make a lot of money. He only hoped to make twice or twice as much, but he didn't expect that no one would care about it.

At this moment, the stall owner saw that Fang Bai seemed to be very interested in the piece of wooden stick, and his mind became alive, urging him to buy it.

For the stall owner, although the business of 10,000 pieces of holy goods is a small business, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is meat!

"Ten thousand? Too expensive!"

Fang Bai smiled and shook his head, and put the stick back where it was.

"Eight thousand! For what the little brother really wants, I will sell you at a loss! Only 8,000 spiritual stones!"

The stall owner pretended to be distressed.

Fang Bai still shook his head.

The stall owner gritted his teeth and said, "Seven thousand spirit stones! No less! I won't sell any more!"

Fang Bai smiled and said, "Up to four thousand!"

"impossible!"

The stall owner almost jumped up and blurted out: "I will lose a thousand if I sell four thousand to you!"

As soon as he said this, he knew that he had revealed himself. Seeing Fang Bai looking at him with a smile, he couldn't help scratching his head, and said bitterly: "You are fooled! You are fooled! Brother, you are really cunning!"

Upon seeing this, Ren Tianfu curled his lips and looked disapproving, thinking what is good about a piece of wooden stick? In my opinion, it is simply worthless.

However, he didn't bother to manage Fang Bai. He felt that Fang Bai lacked experience and didn't know the dangers of the people, so he would suffer a loss and gain more knowledge.

"How about this!"

Fang Bai pointed to the wooden stick and said, "I will give you six thousand yuan stones, so you can earn a little. If you want to sell it, I will take it, and if you don't want it, forget it!"

The stall owner was about to make a sound, and suddenly saw a figure flashing in front of him. A middle-aged warrior with a thin body and a long face and an eagle nose stood in front of his stall, pointed at the stick, and said with an arrogant expression: "One Ten thousand pieces of sacred goods inferior yuan stone! I want this thing!"

Fang Bai frowned, turned his head to look at the middle-aged warrior beside him, and found that the other party was actually a strong foundation-building man, and the heart of his shirt was embroidered with a very conspicuous small furnace tripod.

"It turned out to be the core disciple of Dan Ding Pavilion. Could it be that he also saw that this stick was coming?"

Fang Bai saw that the business was about to be negotiated. He didn't expect this Dan Ding Pavilion disciple to suddenly intervene, knowing that he wanted to get the stick in his hands smoothly. It might not be so easy.