Eternal gate

On the noisy street, Zhao Yun stopped and walked.

The world of gods is the world of gods, and there are many treasures.

Of course, the price of a good treasure is also very beautiful. Even a rich man like him can't bear it anymore. Halfway down the street, he seems to be approaching a pauper.

Of course the money is not wasted.

Look at Xian Lei, the domineering Lei Wei is enough to bluff people.

Look at the Hun Tianhuo, the raging flames and more destructive power.

Compared to the two of them, Long Yuan is the most powerful, the master's natal weapon. He can eat wherever he goes. Every time a battle is fought, he is well fed. To this day, his rank is as if he has been killed. At the peak of the demigod, however, the master's realm suppressed it, making it difficult for it to transform into a divine weapon.

Eh?

On one side of the street, Zhao Yun stopped suddenly.

Looking to the left, I saw the young man who was exactly the same as Ziyi Housheng.

The difference is that the young man changed his clothes, a coarse linen coat, full of dust. No matter where he looked, he looked like a wanderer living in the open air, with traces of time engraved on his body.

In this way, there is nothing wrong with calling him a tourist in the world of mortals.

When he looked, the tourists from the world of mortals had found an open space in the street and set up stalls, selling secret weapons and magic weapons, as well as three or two low-grade elixirs. In addition, there was a strange The flame can burn out the vision of lotus flowers, which is extremely extraordinary.

Since they bumped into each other, Zhao Yun would not miss him, and he would come in three or two steps like the wind.

This time the distance was close, and when he was picking and choosing, he didn't forget to take a peek at this mortal tourist.

The difference from before was that this time he saw clearly that this person was of average blood and had ordinary qualifications. Apart from the face that he remembered deeply, there was nothing surprising about him.

"Fellow Taoist, do you have something you like?" The Hongchen tourist smiled.

"What price is this?" Zhao Yun took a sip of wine and pointed at the flame.

"Three drops."

"Three drops?"

Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, could the divine stone be counted as a "drop"?

"Three drops of origin blood." The tourist in the world said what Hulun said.

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Yun's raised eyebrows frowned again.

What do you mean, this little Taixu realm can see through his bloodline?

When he frowned, someone else gathered in front of the stall. He was a thin old man with an unshaven beard. He was in the stable Immortal King Realm. Except for a slight lack of vitality and blood, there was nothing else.

"This thing is kind of interesting."

As the thin old man spoke, he picked up a map of mountains and rivers from the stall, slowly unfolded it, and held a special magnifying glass, looking at it as seriously as if he were studying an antique.

Although this picture is dilapidated, it has hidden meanings. After repeated research, some of the artistic conception can be found.

Zhao Yun had already understood this, but it was of little use to him.

"How to sell this picture?" the thin old man asked while studying.

"Three drops."

"Three drops of urine?"

Zhao Yun was instantly amused, and there was no sense of disobedience in this incident.

"Fellow Taoist, I was joking, it's three drops of original blood." The tourist from Hongchen smiled slightly.

"This is the first time I see you selling things like this." The thin old man put away the magnifying glass and extracted three drops of blood. He is not of special blood, and his original blood is not valuable, so he is getting a big deal!

Human nature is greedy. Once you take advantage, you will still want to get some profit.

The thin old man was like this. He bought a map of mountains and rivers, and then stared at the flames on the stall. Anyway, his original blood was not worth much, so since he could exchange it for treasures, it didn't hurt to put in more blood.

"This flame, me."

"Let's play while we're at it."

Before the thin old man could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Yun.

When he said this, he showed a slight hint of demigod-level coercion.

The thin old man's heart trembled, he smiled suddenly, turned around and ran away.

After he left, Zhao Yun was still there, thinking to himself, this tourist from the mortal world is really a weirdo. He doesn't want the sacred stone but blood, even if he has ordinary blood, he doesn't care at all.

"I want this fire."

Mr. Zhao smiled and took three drops of blood, but it was not his blood.

Well, what about the white-bearded old man who is still in his eternal world, sleeping soundly?

Since he is a god, the old Taoist's blood is naturally divine blood.

So as not to scare mortal tourists, he wiped the divine power from his blood.

"Keep it."

The visitors from the world of mortals accepted all comers, collected the original blood, and then handed over the flames.

Zhao Yun took it away with a flick of his sleeves, took one last look at the man, turned around and walked away.

"This thunder is extraordinary, I accept it."

"Senior, your price is too high."

"Can it be cheaper? I'm poor."

On the spacious street, Zhao Yun shopped all the way.

If he doesn't have enough sacred stones, he can collect treasures. He is rushing to go bankrupt.

After the treasure was gone, he was smart and set his sights on the white-bearded old man again.

God! The qi and blood are majestic, so it won't be a big deal if a few kilograms of original blood is released.

The most important thing is, how valuable is divine blood? It is much easier to use than the divine stone.

"It belongs to the uncle of your family."

Fortunately, the white-bearded old man was knocked unconscious. If he had been awake, he would have cursed loudly.

Mr. Zhao didn't care about this or that, and he became more and more comfortable with it. For this reason, he also found a good reason for himself: borrow it for use, and when I have enough money, I will make up for it for you.

"Who? Who is it?"

A sudden loud shout echoed throughout the street.

That guy from Guiyang appeared out of nowhere and was yelling at the top of his lungs. It's no wonder he got so angry. Who can feel better after losing his baby bump?

"did not hear it."

Zhao Yun should do whatever he should and love whomever.

He has a good temper, but there are those who have a bad temper, like the old woman with disheveled hair, or the old man with a chubby body. They don't tolerate him at all and directly activate the divine pressure.

Guiyang was also miserable. The murderer was not found and he was injured all over again.

When he walked, he was limping, staggering like a drunken man.

Gods are also raised by father and mother, and if too much blood is given, it will be too much for them.

At this moment, the white-bearded old man was extremely anemic and couldn't even sleep well.

"Can't let it go anymore."

Mr. Zhao took a look and was really embarrassed to let anyone bleed again.

The original blood is the essence of the body. If it is released again, it will damage the human nature.

"Boss, there is Thunder."

There was a burst of flying lightning and a burst of shouting.

There was no need for him to say it. Zhao Yun had already seen it. On the stall not far away, there was a silver thunder and lightning, shining with bright light. It was an absolute fairy thunder, and the power of thunder was domineering.

Money is tight, and Mr. Zhao's confidence is somewhat lacking.

Looking at his eternal world, there is not even half an immortal stone, nor even half a magic weapon.

As well as the elixirs, they were all exchanged for Thunder Fire. If you want to buy treasures, you can only use artifacts, or to give yourself some blood, you can't exchange them for Hongmeng Purple Qi.

"This mine is quite expensive!" Zhao Yun stood in front of the stall.

"Well, it's worth something." The stall owner was still an old man, crossing his legs and smoking. In the smoke, he was not cultivating immortality, but rushing to heaven.

"What's the price?" Zhao Yun asked.

"One hundred thousand." The old man knocked the ashes from his cigarette.

After that, he added half a sentence, "There will be no counteroffer."

"How embarrassing!" Zhao Yun said nothing, but his expression said everything.

"Why are you here?" When he was melancholy, a whisper came from behind him.

Looking back, he saw that it was Ancient God Xingyue.

Seeing this, he immediately showed a bright smile, "Senior, I have a heartfelt invitation."

"But it doesn't matter." Ancient God Xingyue smiled softly.

"Can you lend me some money?"

"How many."

"One hundred thousand."

"I still have something to do, so I'll take the first step."

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