I Have a City in a Different World

The base camp of monk Loucheng, looking at everything as usual, did not have the slightest breath of wind and rain.

These pinnacle gods have rich experience, I am afraid that they would have guessed that the tribal lords would not be reconciled, and would be secretly pondering conspiracy and tricks.

But the generals ignored it, proving that they had enough confidence to deal with all kinds of accidents.

The monks in Loucheng who came from afar, are constantly digging and mining in the surrounding mining areas, trying to obtain the remains of ancient creatures.

After this period of contact and inquiries, the monks in Loucheng have learned more about the ancient land of chaos.

It turns out that the way to mine crystal mines is far more complicated than imagined, and there are still many rules.

Part of it is inherited from ancient times, and part of it is formulated by today's monks, just to protect their own interests.

When cultivators take risks, they must naturally have corresponding rewards, otherwise they will become detached over time.

Risking their lives, but not being able to get the corresponding rewards, anyone will feel extremely unwilling.

Therefore, the monks who mine are all rewarded for their hard work, and the more they dig, the more rewarding they will be.

No matter which monk organization it is, the monks have a certain power to decide how to deal with their mining harvest.

Whether it is turning in the exchange merits or trading to a partner, it is an acceptable behavior.

Of course, this kind of item transaction is limited to the inside of the cultivator organization, and it is absolutely not allowed to easily escape.

Even if it is used for cultivation, it will definitely not be restricted, of course, the premise is that it is possible to lose one's life.

But any sensible cultivator would never risk his own life, and if there were cultivators who would go their own way, dissuasion would not have much effect.

Encountering such a thing, it is better to let it die, so as to avoid some hidden dangers.

After the monks have gained something, they will try their best to improve their own strength to prevent them from being killed when they encounter the monsters with remnants.

There is a special group of monks who collect special remains, refine them and then trade them.

There are also scattered cultivators in the ancient chaotic land, who will bring their harvests in the wild to the major cultivator organizations to trade.

The remains of the ancient creatures are sealed in the crystal ore, and the surface is also covered with a layer of unexplorable crystal ore shell, which must be broken to determine what is inside.

Sometimes it's skin and scales, sometimes it's shards of flesh, and sometimes it's visceral essence.

Different items have completely different prices.

If you are unlucky, you may knock out the remnant monster, and then the monk will be swallowed by the monster.

There are many scattered repairers who have dug up the remains and will not choose to open it, but will sell it directly.

The price will be analyzed and priced according to the external performance and volume, and the monks are just betting on luck.

In a transaction of this type, both the buyer and the seller will certainly not suffer too much, but the buyer is likely to make a fortune.

No matter which market, similar transactions are very popular and become the most attractive business in the market.

If the monks have time to spare, they will try their luck.

At this moment, Fatty and Tang Zhen are also in the market, selling the harvest from mining.

The remains of ancient creatures in their hands have been torn apart, and experienced cultivators can determine the value at a glance.

The value is neither high nor low, but getting these in a short period of time is a good harvest.

There are official buyers on the market, and there are also building monks waiting to be traded, and there are even more auxiliary monks.

There are various items on the stalls that can be used for sale and exchange, a lively scene of a mundane market.

Elixir, armor, weapons, and all kinds of miscellaneous items.

The commodities traded are all refined from the remains of ancient creatures. The ancient creatures that fell tens of millions of years ago have provided cultivation resources for countless monks.

It is for this reason that the crisis-ridden Primal Chaos Ancient Land has attracted countless monks.

Competition and fighting never stop.

Officials are naturally the preferred trading partners, not only priced fairly, but also sell high-end items.

Of course, there is a premise, that is, there must be enough merit points.

Without merit points, no matter what status you are, you can never buy a commodity for sale in a building.

It is precisely because of this limitation that the vast majority of Loucheng cultivators choose to trade the harvest to the official.

Tang Zhen and the two sold the harvested remains, and then purchased some materials to be used to refine mining tools.

Because Fatty's innate supernatural powers have a suppressing effect on residual creatures, it saves a lot of investment in weapons and equipment.

When he encounters something that Fatty can't solve, Tang Zhen will take action, and easily kill the remnant monster.

The number of wrecks they sold was far more than other monks, and it also attracted the attention of many monks.

The cultivator Loucheng, who came with him, was also envious of this.

The previous work and the journey together gave them a little understanding of Tang Zhen and Fatty, and they knew that these two were not simple characters.

Now the harvest is far more than everyone else, it seems to be a matter of course.

Fatty looked around curiously, and when he saw the alien cultivator selling the unshelled wreckage, he rushed over excitedly.

He has always been very interested in this kind of thing, and now he will definitely not miss it.

Tang Zhen followed behind, watching the scene in the market, silently collecting useful information.

Although they have received a lot of attention, Tang Zhen and Fatty at this moment are still not qualified to touch the core area.

At this time, Tang Zhen had to keep a low profile. If he inquired too much about the Yunyao God General, he would easily reveal his identity.

If something happened to God General Yunyao, Tang Zhen, who was looking around for news, would immediately become the object of suspicion.

The special envoy in charge of the investigation will also link this series of events together, and based on more and more clues, the suspect will be identified as Tang Zhen.

In the camp of the Loucheng cultivator, one must be cautious as if walking on thin ice, and there must be no slightest negligence.

When Tang Zhen pondered to himself, Fatty had already rushed to the front of those booths and picked a piece of debris floating in the air.

Because it was wrapped in a shell, it was impossible to see what it looked like inside, but the price of the stall owner was not low.

If it is just the most common fur scraps, if you buy it at this price, you will definitely lose blood after opening the shell.

Because of this kind of thing, there is no way to help with cultivation, nor can it be alchemy or weapon refining.

Most monks use it to make soil for cultivating rare and valuable special plants.

Fatty would definitely not agree to the price offered by the stall owner, so he had another bargain.

There were monks watching the excitement, and they were happy to see such a scene.

The price was quickly negotiated, and the fat man bought the selected wreckage fragments, and then excitedly knocked them open in public.

There are strong people sitting here, even if you knock out the remnant monster, you don't need to worry about being hurt.

If there are monsters, the monks who guard them will not shoot in vain, and Loucheng will recover the wreckage at a reasonable price.

As the shell shattered, the items inside were revealed, but no fragmented monster appeared.

It is an ordinary piece of debris, the price is not too high, it can only be said that it is not lost or profitable.

Fatty doesn't care, he just likes to participate in this kind of game, he can earn better, and he won't get angry if he doesn't earn it.

"Your Excellency, do you want to choose one too?"

Fatty looked at Tang Zhen and wanted to take him with him to choose, thinking that Tang Zhen's luck must be far superior to his own.

Since Fatty opened his mouth, Tang Zhen would not refuse, his eyes swept across the debris floating in the air like a wall.

"Just that piece."

Fang Hao pointed to a piece of debris, although he couldn't see through it, he had a faint feeling.

This piece of wreckage was probably hiding something, so it gave Tang Zhen a very special feeling.

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