Eternal gate

night.

The ancient city of Nanhuang.

Zhao Yun and Dapeng yawned and walked in together.

There was no gas halfway through the domain gate, so they flew here by foot power. They didn't stop for three days and three nights before they reached the city.

Split up.

The two of them were covered in black robes and went in different directions.

Zhao Yun was like a country bumpkin, looking left and right all the way. This ancient city was so huge and majestic.

Since it is a fairy city, it is very lively.

Even at night, the city is still bustling, the streets are bustling with people, there are many small stalls on both sides, and there are constant shouts.

"There are many hidden masters."

Zhao Yun kept mumbling, and there were mysterious auras everywhere he went. There were human cultivators, demon cultivators, and demonic cultivators. Many of them had strong evil auras. It could be said that they were a mixed bag.

"Have you heard that there is a ruthless person in the world?"

"How cruel."

"The legendary Tyrant Divine Body, a few days ago in the Eastern Wasteland, he defeated the saints of more than a dozen sects in a row, including the 69th-ranked Little Golden Wheel King."

"Is there such a thing?"

The long street is crowded with people, and discussions are inevitable. There are always a few chatty people who stand on the benches at tea stalls and wine shops, spitting like stars flying all over the sky.

Zhao Yun didn't care at first, but when he heard about the Tyrant Divine Body, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. What do you mean, that guy with the surname Kuang also came to the ancient continent? Wandering around the Eastern Wasteland?

As for the Little Golden Wheel King, he has long heard that he is the son of God of the Golden Wheel Holy Land.

The Jinlun Dharma King who had chased him and Bu Niantian before was one of the ancestors of Jinlun Holy Land.

Dare to be called the Little Golden Wheel King, and be ranked 69th on the Immortal Ranking of Tianzi Generations, you know that the Golden Wheel God Son is not an ordinary character.

He was very surprised that Kuang Yingjie was able to beat that guy up. It seemed that after they were separated, that guy had gained a lot of blessings and his cultivation must have improved a lot.

With this thought in mind, he turned a corner and entered a shop.

The shopkeeper was a bad old man. When he walked in, the old man was sitting at the counter drinking a small drink.

"Watch as you like." The bad old man said casually.

No need for him to say anything, Mr. Zhao also raised his head.

Although this shop has a small facade, it has a lot of good stuff, just like the flames hanging in the air. There are earth fire, real fire, karmic fire, and fairy fire. Each one is like a star, shining with scorching heat. of light.

Zhao Yun was watching, but Hun Tianhuo was trembling.

It had swallowed a true dragon's fire before, but it wasn't full. Now that there are so many flames, it's really greedy. If the master hadn't isolated the eternal world, it would have run out and wandered out long ago.

"good."

Zhao Yun closed his eyes and looked around the shelves.

The objects placed on the shelves are really diverse, including weapons, elixirs, ancient secret scrolls, and strange charms. They are also piled on top of each other. His hands are itching to look at them!

Stuff is good stuff.

The price! But not very harmonious.

He was looking at the treasure, while the bad old man was looking at him, with deep eyes. With his knowledge and vision, he couldn't see Zhao Yun's true appearance, and could only roughly estimate his cultivation level.

After reading it, Zhao Yun came to the counter.

I saw him holding a spirit bead and placing it on the table.

"Selling something?" The bad old man glanced at it casually. This spirit bead was a bit interesting. It could barely catch his eye. It would be a good choice to give it to his grandson to play with.

"Fellow Taoist, please estimate the price." Zhao Yun said with a smile.

The poor old man didn't say anything and only stretched out five fingers. Anyone with a little experience would know what it meant.

Zhao Yun smiled and made the sign of six.

"I'll take it." The bad old man simply took the money with one hand and delivered the goods with the other.

Mr. Zhao didn't leave. After collecting the money, he took out a sword, with a red sword light and blood red.

This sword is extraordinary and powerful.

If it wasn't for lack of money, Zhao Yun wouldn't sell it.

The old man looked bad, so he put his hands up and looked at Zhao Yun with a smile, "But there are still more, take them all out!"

Zhao Yun was also sincere and gently opened his sleeves.

There is a space in his sleeve, which is the so-called universe in his sleeve. The treasures he wants to sell are all hanging in it, like small stars, shining brightly and in various colors.

"You have a lot of stuff hidden away!"

The bad old man said with a smile, he could see everything in his sleeves at a glance, and if he picked out anything at random, it would be extraordinary.

After a long time, I saw him closing his eyes and extending two fingers casually. It was rare to see a rich man, he was trying to lower the price to death.

Mr. Zhao is not stupid. He has three fingers straight up. If the other party doesn't want to, he doesn't mind changing to another one.

"Deal." The old man smiled. If these treasures were resold, they would be a considerable fortune.

After collecting the money, Zhao Yun still didn't leave.

There were a lot of flames in the store and he had to take them away.

He doesn't have enough money, so he has to use treasures to make up for it.

The so-called treasure is a ray of his eternal original blood.

Ouch!

The bad old man lost his composure and jumped out from the counter. Apparently, he was afraid that Zhao Yun would turn around and run away.

How far-sighted he is, he recognizes what kind of blood this ray of golden blood is, this eternal blood.

Compared with the treasure I just collected, this thing is really valuable. It will never be extinct. Things are more valuable when they are rare!

"Where did you get this thing?" When the old man spoke, he subconsciously tugged on Zhao Yun's sleeve. He was really afraid that this guy would run away. Eternal blood! Can be met but not sought.

"Picked it up." Zhao Yun said seriously.

"Make a price." The bad old man smiled.

Zhao Yun patted the dust on his shoulders and looked at the flames. What was the meaning of this move? Let the old man figure it out for himself.

"Easy to say."

The bad old man waved his hand and took out all the flames hanging in the air, including the fairy fire.

In his opinion, Eternal Blood deserves this price.

He was so decisive, and so was Mr. Zhao. Only a ghost would trade blood for fire if he had plenty of money. Isn't this poverty?

"But there is still more."

The bad old man carefully collected the original blood, and looked at Zhao Yun with bright eyes. He was sure that this man still had some hidden treasures, which were not all preserved, but they were still some big treasures.

have.

Zhao Yun certainly has it.

A dead camel is bigger than a horse. Even though it has been worn out for a hundred years, his inventory is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

He moved a crystal stone and hung it in mid-air.

This is Pantian ancient crystal, obtained from the black hole's warship.

He asked someone about it. This thing is a strange object and is very valuable, but few people can use it.

"Pantian Ancient Crystal?"

The bad old man pinched his beard and recognized what it was. It was indeed strange and extremely heavy.

He couldn't help but take a second look at Zhao Yun. Who was this man? There were so many weird things, such as eternal blood and this crystal, which were not available on the market at all.

"Can this be collected?" Zhao Yun asked.

"Take it, take it." The old man smiled with his yellow teeth exposed, and stretched out two more fingers. Feeling that it was inappropriate, he added another one, because the person in front of him was not easy to fool.

Zhao Yun was lucky, took the crystal and turned around to leave.

The price of Pantian Ancient Jing is not that of these three fingers. If you want to buy this thing, you must at least have one.

“Price is negotiable.”

The bad old man hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Young Master Zhao, and really gave him a hand. His five fingers were raised clearly and neatly. Good things don't come often, so how can you let him go?