The vendor was a smart-looking middle-aged man with two mustaches, his hands were placed in his sleeves, and he squatted there with a smile watching the mercenaries picking things in his stall.

To be honest, the things in this stall are just rags and garbage that look a bit old. Most of them are broken soldiers, or bronze or a few pieces of ragged black iron toys. They look like the kind of thing that can be easily picked up by just snatching them from a mountain pit.

It was just that the stall owner did not shout loudly, which seemed extremely mysterious, and these appearances hit the mercenaries' curious intention of searching for treasures and picking up bargains, which made him feel quite crowded.

"Boss, how do you sell these things?"

A tall mercenary slowly squatted down, picked up a black iron ring with a missing corner from the objects, weighed it in his hand, and asked.

The stall owner smiled and wiped his beard, "The things I have here, whether good or bad, are all medium-grade spirit stones."

"A medium-frequency spirit stone?" The mercenary screamed strangely, and threw the black iron ring back to the stall as if he had thrown away the hot potato. His face was not very good and said, "The black-hearted businessmen have seen many people. It is the first time that they have met you who dare to speak like you."

A medium-grade spirit stone is basically worth his half-month mission income, and is used to buy a piece of broken copper and iron that does not know what it does, unless his brain is broken.

Shaking his head, the tall mercenary wearing a black iron-level medal was too lazy to argue with a small vendor, and stood up and left without looking back.

After leaving this one, the crowd around the stall not only did not decrease, but there were signs of an increase. After all, there were too few vendors who dared to sell some broken copper and iron for a medium-grade spirit stone, and the rest of them wanted to see and see. What confidence does this stall owner have? He actually said that everything on his stall is sold at such a sky-high price, no matter how good or bad the things on his stall are.

As if he knew what the onlookers were thinking, the middle-aged stall owner sneered disdainfully, picked up the ring that was thrown back to the stall by the mercenary just now, lowered his voice and said, "I understand that the things I have here come from the tomb of a strong man. Do you still remember the origin of our mercenary town?"

Seeing what he said so mysteriously, there was a good thing about the town, and he replied, "What's wrong with this? When our town was not very prosperous, the monsters with strength and fear were tyrannical torture. The people within a hundred miles were silent. A strong man named Wu Cema in the town killed the monsters and joined forces with several other famous strong men to seal several great monsters in the mountains, so that our town would have been peaceful for a hundred years. You shouldn't be trying to say that these objects are from Wu Cema's tomb? I heard that Wu Cema is still alive now, be careful that he will kill you!"

Hearing the words of the town's citizen, many mercenaries around who didn't know the allusion also showed a sudden look, but there was still a hint of disagreement between their expressions. Since Wu Cema was still alive, the story of the stall owner was self-defeating.

However, the middle-aged stall owner smiled mysteriously and said, "When did I say that these things come from Wu Cema's tomb? There were two powerful men who killed the monsters with Wu Cema back then. One of them has disappeared now, and the other man fell due to an accident. I think you should be familiar with this person's name, that is, the Heavenly Sword Martial Master who once killed the Demon Swallowing Heaven with one sword."

"Tiandao Martial Master? Are you saying that these things were found in the tomb of Tiandao Martial Master?"

There was a man wearing a long knife on his waist and wearing a lightweight outfit and asked.

This man also wore a black iron-level mercenary medal on his chest, but he also wore another badge representing the mercenary group. Judging from the more luxurious fire mark, this man seemed to come from a powerful mercenary group.

"Do you believe the nonsense of such people?" A cold woman standing beside him frowned, pulled out the whip from her waist, threw it out from the air, and suddenly cracked the floor tiles in front of the stall owner. If she had made a few inches of force, she would be afraid that the vendor's crotch would be the vendor's crotch.

The middle-aged stall owner was frightened by this sudden ruthless whip and his face turned pale. He jumped up as if he had a burnt butt and said with a smile: "Two, do you two, if you have something to say, why do you need to use force?"

The cold and arrogant woman took back her whip and said disdainfully: "Even with your kindness, you dare to say that you can enter the tomb of Tiandao Martial Master? You are not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue."

"Ruyi, what are you doing?" The man with sword frowned, stopped the woman's behavior, then smiled at the stall owner, possessed himself in the pile of rags and picked up a broken knife, and finally picked up a simple-looking broken knife and asked, "This thing should also be a medium-grade spirit stone, right?"

"Hey, that's right. If you are optimistic, we can also discuss the price." Seeing that there was a business, the middle-aged stall owner didn't care about the fear and said repeatedly.

"No need." The man with sword shook his head, took out a top-grade spirit stone from the storage ring and handed it to him. Then he picked up a few irrelevant gadgets. His actions were so generous that the mercenaries around him were a little jealous and a little proud of his extraordinary skills had a bad idea in his mind.

But when they saw the fire medals worn by the men and women, they all seemed to be pinched by someone's throat, and they couldn't help but make subtle and strange sounds.

The cold woman glanced at her, her cold and arrogant eyes full of disdain, as if standing with these people was a great insult.

It was not until the man with a sword picked up enough things worth a top-grade spirit stone that the middle-aged vendor closed his mouth, which was almost laughing, rubbed his hands and asked, "What else do you need?"

The man with sabre shook his head and smiled gently: "These are enough."

"Boy, you stood by the side for a long time, but what good thing did you see?" The master saw this scene and asked Bai Yang quips: "Although that short knife is good, it is not the most valuable of these things. If you don't even have this little vision, it will be useless to have your bloodline."

Bai Yang stood quietly beside him. He heard the master's joke, but he was not angry. He responded with a smile: "It seems that we finally had the same opinion once."

While speaking, Bai Yang stepped towards the stall. He first pretended to flip over the things on the stall, and then turned out a piece of black round metal and asked, "This thing also sells a medium-grade spirit stone?"

The middle-aged vendor who had no hope had not recovered from the joy of harvesting a top-grade spirit stone, and when he heard Bai Yang's question, he was even more happy. He glanced at the round metal casually and said, "Of course, brother, do you want it?"

Bai Yang nodded casually, but did not pay directly like the man wearing a sword. Instead, he put the black round metal back and picked it up.

Seeing his behavior, the middle-aged vendor was not in a hurry and slowly squatted down, "Brother, if you like it, we can discuss the price. Why not do this? I will just take you something, and you will consider it?"

"Please buy something?" Bai Yang couldn't help laughing when he heard this. Of course, he understood the mentality of the middle-aged stall owner. This kind of business that had been open for three years could naturally make a profit. As for the advanced image he had created before, it was not important at all.

"You think about it." The middle-aged vendor also realized that he was too anxious. After sneering, he turned to greet the man who directly consumed a top-grade spirit stone.

"The broken knife he chose should be the wreckage of the Tongtian-level warrior. Judging from the appearance, it should be a long sword, probably the sword of the Tiandao Martial Master. Although it is old, the divine essence is still there. If you go back and temper it, it is considered a good material. The top-grade spirit stone flower is not a loss."

Just as Bai Yang was still choosing randomly among a pile of rags, the voice of the dominant sounded faintly, commenting on the broken knife chosen by the man with a sword.

Bai Yang was not interested in these things, but when he heard that he was a warrior at the Tongtian level, his eyebrows raised slightly and asked: "Does the power of stars still need to absorb the divinity in the spiritual weapon to advance? If so, I don't know how much divinity we should absorb from the third level to the fourth level."

"This is not something you need to worry about now. The cultivation process of divine power is extremely complicated. Absorbing divine nature is just an unstoppable method, and it is not a long-term solution. If divine nature absorbs too much, it will have a counterproductive effect on the growth of divine power. When the right time comes, I will naturally give you the cultivation method of divine power. Now you don't need to be anxious."

Hearing the master's words, Bai Yang nodded silently, then held the round metal in his hand. He was about to speak, but in the pile of garbage, he saw half of a piece of parchment paper.

On that half of the corner, there seemed to be some mysterious figure painted, which ordinary people may not recognize, but Bai Yang was extremely familiar with such figures.

Because this is the secret text of the Fire Demon Clan, the part exposed on this parchment seems to be a secret technique of the Fire Demon Clan.

This discovery made Bai Yang feel a little excited. As the bloodline of the Flame Demon became increasingly stronger, the part of the inheritance he obtained was increasingly unable to display satisfactory power. If the things recorded on this parchment were really the secret of the Flame Demon clan, it would be considered an unexpected gain.

So Bai Yang reached out his hand quietly, while his other slender palm reached out at the same time, pinching the other half of the parchment paper.

Bai Yang was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that besides himself, there would be someone else interested in this thing.
Chapter completed!