Qin Mo was not relieved of Buske's rudeness.

But he was wearing glasses, and his arrogant attitude really made him feel uncomfortable.

He obviously looked down on Qin Mo.

However, since it is a business, Qin Mo would not ask for so much.

As long as the business is done, it will be a satisfactory result, and he doesn't care about anything else at all.

Qin Mo smiled lightly, "I want the best martial arts in your Republican Alliance!"

Buske chuckled and took off his glasses. He looked at Qin Mo with disdain and said with a slight smile, "Mr. Qin may not know anything. Even the immortal-level spirit beast flesh will be difficult to exchange for the best martial arts here."

"You are an outsider on the mirror, so it's normal that you haven't seen the world."

"I didn't want to see you, Mr. Qin, but because you are the leader's guest, I'll give you some thin face."

"But this does not mean that your identity as a mirrored blocker can speak wildly in front of me. You must know that even if the blocker of our world and the leader comes in person, I may not be able to give face."

"You can go..." Slap! A pack of cigarettes was gently placed on the table by Qin Mo.

This is a pack of unopened cigarettes, Yuxi, the price in China is only 23 yuan.

Then…Buske shut up.

His hot and eager eyes focused on the cigarettes. The two men in black behind him immediately took off their sunglasses and looked at the cigarettes on the table in disbelief.

"Is this true?"

"I thought it was a rumor."

The two men in black behind him muttered in a low voice, "This man actually has cigarettes on his hands. I heard that he had scattered cigarettes for Mr. Li and the others before, but I thought it was fake."

Yesterday, news that outsiders gave some immortals a dispersed smoke spread in the Republic Alliance.

The alliance has only one hundred thousand people in total.

As soon as there was news, it soon became known to everyone.

However, few people believed this, and there was a lack of supplies here, let alone cigarettes, people have not even seen cigarette butts for several years.

It was not until Qin Mo really took out a pack of cigarettes and placed them in front of them that they were convinced of yesterday's rumors! Buske's calm and disdainful expression soon couldn't hold back.

His hot eyes were staring at the cigarette, and his eyes couldn't move away. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva. His greedy and desire expression was really hard to hide.

“How to say it?”

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows with a smile.

Buske rubbed his hands and smiled, "Mr. Qin, we have something to discuss."

"I want the best martial arts here."

"Can."

Buske nodded with a smile, took out his cell phone and sent a message.

But after a while, Sister Li walked in with a box in her arms and smiled.

When she came in, she couldn't help but look at the cigarettes on the table and placed the box on the conference table.

Buske waved his hand at Qin Mo with a smile and signaled him to open the box.

Qin Mo opened a yellowed ancient book, lying quietly in the box, with two big words written on it: Fallen Fu.

Shangguan Yu, who was sitting next to Qin Mo, immediately frowned.

She wanted to say something, but she subconsciously glanced at Buske, but it was hard to say.

Qin Mo picked it up and slowly looked at it.

After turning two pages, Qin Mo sneered and threw it on the table, "Does Buske think I'm stupid?

Give me a piece of trash martial arts to fool me?"

Although Qin Mo had never seen too many worlds in the Aura Age, his research and understanding of martial arts may not be inferior to those here.

Since he was very young, he has followed Grandpa Long to study martial arts.

Qin Mo only needs to take a rough look at the martial arts to estimate whether it is good or bad, and how powerful it is.

Busco frowned suddenly.

He obviously didn't expect that the mirror-covered world-class person who had not reached the Aura Age still had some vision.

He wanted the pack of cigarettes on the table.

But from the bottom of my heart, even the person who looked down on the mirror, who was known as the blockade of the mirror, was just the blockade of that backward era.

In this era, many martial arts, the most developed civilization of immortal cultivation, and any martial arts are enough to scare the furious child in front of you.

I didn't expect this little kid to see through it at a glance.

Buske smiled and said, "Mr. Qin doesn't want this one, so you can change it to a few."

As he said that, he waved to Sister Li again.

After Sister Li went out, she came back with several people after a while.

These people, holding a stack of ancient books in their hands, fell on the table, making a dull sound.

"Mr. Qin chooses whatever he wants."

Buske supported his chin with both hands and said indifferently, "If you like it, just take it away."

"After all, any martial arts we have here, are extremely scarce in your world, right?"

As he said that, a chuckled a little on the corner of Buske's mouth.

The men in black standing behind him also laughed.

Although this was uncomfortable to hear, Buske was indeed right.

Just as this world lacks material things, in Qin Mo's world, the civilization of immortal cultivation is also extremely lacking, reaching an endangered level.

These piles of martial arts, any book placed on the streets of Tianyin City, are considered rare things.

But Buske really looked down on Qin Mo too much.

If Qin Mo was an ordinary immortal cultivator, he might have been frightened by Buske.

But he was trained by Grandpa Long since he was a child, and he had never seen any martial arts before?

Qin Mo just opened a few of them casually and threw them on the table.

At the same time, he raised his head and looked at Buske coldly, "You don't respect me."

If the first time was a test, then so many martial arts were brought up, it would be obvious that they would be sending the beggar.

Unfortunately... Qin Mo is not a beggar.

With so many garbage martial arts, no one can use. Buske obviously thinks that the garbage here should be a treasure for the people on the mirror.

Buske's expression immediately became cold, "Mr. Qin, what do you want?"

"I said it! I want the best one here for you!"

"Are you worthy?"

The three words of Buske's proud and indifferentness reduced the atmosphere of the conference hall to freezing point.

Several men in black behind him also stared at Qin Mo indifferently, while Shangguan Yu, who was beside him, had already lowered her head. At this time, she could no longer help Qin Mo. The two sides showed a tense attitude.

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes and stared at him.

Buske sneered proudly, "What I took out for you today and put it on the mirror. It is already one of the best martial arts."

"Oh! I remember that Mr. Qin is a mirror-covered world, and that's an immortal. It's normal to look down on these martial arts."

"But even an immortal has its own roots."

"You are just a fairy who is on the mirror, are you worthy of learning the top martial arts of our mirror?"

Buske said funny, "Even if I give it to you, can you learn it?"

Ha ha!"

The old men in black standing behind him couldn't help but laugh.

Top martial arts are the cards of this world's spiritual age. If a person who comes from the mirror wants the best things in the world, he is naturally unworthy of these people who look down on the mirror.

They felt that the garbage martial arts they didn't want here were enough to make the mirror-surfaced people kneel down and worship him excitedly.

In the eyes of many people with mirrors, their existence should be like a god for people with mirrors.

On the mirror, there are just a group of ants.

Even the one who seals the world is at most a bigger ants.

Looking at this foreigner who came from afar, Buske and others have a natural sense of superiority from beginning to end.

Qin Mo suppressed his anger, put away the cigarettes on the conference table, and turned around and left.

Fortunately, he was careful.
To be continued...