In the independent small courtyard, Yan Xing lay in the bathtub with a happy face, with several young girls kneeling around him, wiping her body with her green jade fingers.
"Okay, go out."
Yan Xing waved his hand, and the smell of smoke and sulfur on his body had been cleaned.
"Yes, young master!"
The girls stood up slowly, their faces flushed, not knowing whether it was due to the heat or because of shyness.
After three steps, a brave girl whispered when she went out: "Young Master, do you need my family to sleep with her?"
He is young, rich, and so handsome, and he is extremely generous in his actions, even if he wants them to pay for it.
"No."
Yan Xing didn't have this idea. In his sight, these girls with pink skin, the mites squirming in their pores were clearly visible. The smell of rotten meat from the teeth three days ago was mixed with some bloody blood that could not be concealed by inferior rouge.
The taste is clearly smelled.
Sorry, I can't stand up.
"Here."
The girls closed the door and left reluctantly with regret.
Crazy-
Yan Xing walked out of the bathtub, the qi and blood flowed and evaporated the water vapor, wrapped it in a clean robe, and sat cross-legged on the bed.
This is an extraordinary world, class solidification, and extremely distinct.
The monk is undoubtedly at the peak of the class.
As an existence of this class, he enjoys class welfare, and naturally he has no idea of betraying his own class. He jumped out and shouted slogans to liberate all mankind?
Let all ordinary people enjoy the benefits of monks?
Childish, he only has evolution in his eyes and his mind is above his own ideas. He is not interested in such things that children play with.
Having said that, monks practice hard, fighting against the fog for the sake of their tribe, risking their lives at any time. All the people are protected by monks and serve monks themselves.
Therefore, it is normal to be bathed by a few little girls in this world. Not to mention in this extraordinary world, he was still the same in his previous life. With supreme power, can’t he even take a bath by himself?
The money he rewarded was enough for these little girls to live a rich life. If they didn't bathe him, they would be sent to bathe other ugly and old things.
This is their job.
Yan Xing shook his head, shook off these meaningless distractions, and began to become eager to count the spoils.
With a turn of his palm, an irregular metal with a platinum color was taken out of the hell dimension.
"Wanlian·Xuan Iron Gold Essence!"
A total of 100 billion tons of black iron was sacrificed by him with the fire of hell, and finally sublimated in the terrifying collision, leaving only a small piece of fist as big as a fist.
If you need to forge it by manpower, you need to sacrifice and refine the Black Iron Gold Essence 10,000 times before you can create such a thing, which is of great value.
After playing for a while, he threw it back to the hell dimension. Yan Xing had no idea to refine weapons for the time being. His strength was still in the leaps and bounds, and it was not suitable to forge it.
"The next one is the highlight!"
Yan Xing rubbed his palms and took out the little bronze box that was already a little broken and engraved with inscriptions.
Everything in the Yin Tomb Base has been vaporized, but this small box has been preserved.
Yan Xing guessed that this thing was probably stored in the deepest part of the base, and a secret room was built with extremely hard materials, and various formations were arranged so that it could withstand the terrifying power of destruction.
The protection is so tight, there is no doubt that it must be a treasure house.
The material of this small bronze box itself is also very powerful, and the surface is engraved with a formation diagram. Yan Xing could see several types at a glance, including solidification, defense, blockade, etc.
But now, these formations have been scrapped, and even the main body of the box is covered with cracks and is about to break.
According to the convention of the world, if you open the box, there must be hidden weapons, right?
Yan Xing smiled wildly, fearlessly, and pulled the lock hard and opened the box directly.
Puff! Suff! Suff—
Torrential rain pear blossom needle?
Yan Xing was so close that he could not avoid it. He was penetrated by green cow capillary needles, and his body was directly penetrated.
Fortunately, the gravitational field that opened in time bound and solidified all the fine needles, otherwise countless deaths and injuries would be caused by the several streets behind him.
Sizzle!
The wound was filled with blue smoke, corroded by terrifying toxins, but after only a few breaths, it was swallowed up by the [Wanhe Poison Body].
The talent was slightly enhanced, and he also gained a poison, and suffered a little, but this wave was not a loss.
Yan Xing looked inside the box. In the big and small space, there were soft silk and three storage rings, lying quietly inside.
Taking out a silver ring, Yan Xing's powerful thoughts stabbed him directly.
Unobstructed, the ring is already a masterpiece, and its owner is probably also in a big explosion and turned into steam.
The storage ring, in theory, requires spiritual energy as the driving energy. Although Yan Xing does not have spiritual energy, his "intention" is extremely powerful, with a total of twenty points. The normal body is usually around seven or eight points.
The huge thought is enough to drive the magic weapon for storage without spirits.
A glance at the thoughts, the shiny white spirit stones came into view.
There are fifty top-grade spirit stones, hundreds of middle-grade spirit stones, and hundreds of lower-grade spirit stones!
The exchange ratio of spirit stones is one to one hundred.
If you want to exchange for high-level spirit stones, you often have to have more than 20%, and there is still a price that is not available, so few people will use it to exchange it. They are more useful than low-level spirit stones and have a wider range of uses.
"Yes, these spirit stones can be directly absorbed and used for cultivation after entering the Lingxuan realm, and no matter how many of them are, it is not enough."
Yan Xing nodded with satisfaction, then picked up a black ring, and his mind was sank into it.
"Um?"
With a frown, he saw many letters, secret letters, and various rosters, all of which were secret information and Yin Tomb's combat missions, and he also saw his name in it.
These things are very important to the Yin Tomb organization, but they are useless to improve their cultivation.
"I wonder if anyone is willing to pay for these things."
Existence means reasonable. Sometimes the value of information exceeds people's imagination, but it is just a small base, and there must be no shocking secrets.
Yan Xing shook his head, put down his ring, and immersed his thoughts into the last red ring.
All kinds of strange objects came into view, including weapons, poisons, debris, elixirs, materials, and even a pile of bloody heads. These are naturally the mission targets of Yin Tomb.
"Yes, these elixirs have both high levels and large amounts, with more than a thousand bottles!"
"And there is this..."
Yan Xing narrowed his eyes slightly and took out a syringe, which was filled with turbid liquid, which was exactly what the Red Robe Demonic had used.
There are nine syringes in total.
In addition, Yan Xing took out a few strange things with strange shapes with a touch of thought. Why is it strange? Because they don’t look like objects in the world of cultivation, with a hint of science fiction.
"Does the creation from the Kingdom of Mechanical God?"
Yan Xing picked up a silver-white glove. The glove was actually solid, but the palm could be easily inserted into it. It was a strange liquid metal.
He still remembered that in Guichou Spark, a white-robed ghost messenger in the mortal realm used this glove that could stretch and lengthen, and instantly killed dozens of city guards of the same realm.
Without the instruction manual, Yan Xing played with it for a while, but he didn't know how to use it at all, so he had to put away these things first.
The creation of the mechanical divine kingdom is explicitly prohibited within the rule of the practitioner. It is easy to understand. This is related to the differences between Taoism and philosophy, as well as competition.
Although it means that the order is prohibited, it is easy to use. This is a technological creation that can make the weak fight and defeat the strong. It has little requirements for users and is not as harsh as the magic weapon in the world of cultivation.
Therefore, there are often hidden secret circulation of technological creations in the black market, not to mention lawless evil forces like Yin Tomb. As long as they can achieve their goals, they dare to sacrifice evil spirits, let alone merely technological creations.
Yan Xing counted all the elixirs and made a rough calculation of the total amount of energy that could be provided to him based on the grade.
“It’s not enough!”
His current body has too much appetite.
In "Dragon Breath Forging Body", Yan Xing secretly stole the Dragon Ball Source Liquid, and on the sixth day, he pushed the three-dimensional value to 20.9, but the last 0.1 was never able to pass.
This is stuck at the peak of the second extreme realm.
The three-dimensional value has not changed and the power has not increased again, but the flesh and blood particles have not stopped absorbing energy in the past two or three months.
Yan Xing turned on gravity to strengthen his body day and night, and also took a lot of elixirs, but the flesh and blood particles only entered and did not leave, and seemed to be undergoing some kind of transformation.
Yan Xing estimated that if he successfully breaks the realm, his strength will usher in a leapfrog improvement, rather than adding only 3 points of physical body three-dimensional like the previous two times.
"If you work hard, then you will lose your energy. Try to be in place at one time. First, take these unused things to the black market and deal with them."
Yan Xing put on his clothes, walked out of the inn, and walked towards the south wall against the crowd.
Door City is a big city second only to the capital of the Lei Scale Dynasty, with a population of more than 30 million. Such a giant city naturally has the traces of monks. Naturally, things like black market emerged.
Of course, he came to this city not to let his beautiful sister serve and bathe so superficially. His main goal was to go to the black market to exchange for cultivation resources and deal with the stolen goods.
There is a city cave that only practitioners can see in the south city wall. After midnight, you can enter the black market covered by the formation.
It was midnight, and the moonlight was covered by dark clouds. The already sparsely populated southern city wall seemed even more desolate and dilapidated.
Yan Xing looked calm, as if he was going home, and walked into the city cave covered by blinding things. At the same time, an old man and a few young girls also entered one after another.
In the dark passage, I walked over a hundred steps and walked past an invisible light film, and suddenly I felt my eyes lit up.
The continuous buildings, clean and wide bluestone streets, there are shops and street stalls, and every distance, a dim fluorescent lamp is set up. In the less bright environment, the communication between people and figures is whispering in a low voice.
Secret and sneaky, it is indeed a black market appearance.
"Hehe, young man, my face is tight! Is this the first time I'm here?"
A little old man on a street stall grinned and showed a bit of browned teeth. He looked at Yan Xing with his scrutiny eyes. Many people around him also looked gloomy and strange.
Yan Xing is indeed too special.
In the entire black market, everyone was wearing black robes, and some even wore masks, covering up their physical characteristics as much as possible.
On the other hand, Yan Xing was open and upright, and he had just finished bathing with a fragrance on his body. He stepped on flip-flops and walked into the black market openly.
Two words are revealed all over his body, green!
"oh?"
Yan Xing raised his eyebrows slightly, not caring about the coveted gazes around him, gently caressing his sleeves, revealing the identity plate on his waist.
"Is there any problem?"
——Flying Immortal—
The two big words "Dragon Flying and Phoenix" shine under the dim light, instantly attracting everyone's gaze.
Bang!
Plop—
"Great, lord atone for his sins. The little old man is ignorant of Mount Tai. He hits you. I deserve to die! I deserve to die!!"
Kowtow and slap yourself, and suddenly the black market was silent and only the crisp sound was left.
"Okay."
Too lazy to pay attention to these old fried dough sticks, Yan Xing walked away.
If you have an identity, you naturally have to make good use of it, which can avoid a lot of trouble, although he is not afraid of trouble.