It's a pity that the old man waved his finger and said, "One hundred thousand."
Wang Meng and Fatty were both stunned, one hundred thousand???
This is really a black shop!
"A black store, a black store, why don't you go and rob it!" The fat man jumped up, which was simply an insult to his IQ.
The old man's cigarette pouch pointed to the roof... What was hanging outside was the Sword Tomb, and there was indeed a sign inside with two big black characters - Black Shop.
Wang Meng smiled bitterly, the old man was just playing tricks on them, but if they didn't want to sell it, forget it.
"Boss, is there anything cheaper?" Wang Meng asked subconsciously.
The old man slowly stood up and looked at the fat man and Wang Meng, "This little fat man's talent is just about right. He is naturally at the fourth level and has the potential to be an archer. It's a pity that such a fat archer has no future. You, you are very average. In fact, it is not suitable."
As a practitioner, it is even more wrong to choose sword cultivation."
Zhang Xiaojiang's face turned red instantly, and he said that he could do it, but not Wang Meng, "Old guy, are you looking for a fight? How can you talk? My brother Meng is the new disciple appointed by the elder of the Sword Sect!"
The old man was stunned for a moment, then sighed again, turned around, and muttered: "The Sword Sect is also dead."
Fatty is so hot. This old man dares to be so arrogant in front of the two hegemons of lightning and light.
"Forget it, forget it, let's go." Although Wang Meng was angry, he still didn't want to argue with an old man. In fact, after going through this temple test, he also knew that his talent was indeed not very good. People said
is also true.
However, the more this happens, the more Wang Meng becomes dissatisfied. The more others tell him that he can't do it, the more he wants to run into someone else. If he has to live by others' orders, what's the point of living?
After leaving the store, the fat man spent three minutes holding in a stinky fart. This was his poisonous gas attack, Yaya's, a typical pretentious black store, cursing him to close down soon.
I have to say that the little fat man still holds a grudge.
After such a commotion, Wang Meng lost interest in buying weapons, so he went to the messenger market to search. There were all kinds of little monsters in sight, but Wang Meng was not very interested in spending money to buy such useless things, but he really needed a communication facility.
of stuff.
"Young man, let's get a tiger demon. Look at those teeth. They have extremely high growth potential!"
To be honest, it's really confusing. Monsters are ferocious beasts that live in a small world. Like practitioners, they can absorb the vitality between heaven and earth, and some are even more powerful than practitioners.
Weaker ones can be tamed directly, collectively called little demons, and can be used as messengers, mounts or even in battle.
Powerful monsters are extremely difficult to tame. Only practitioners who meet their destiny will follow them. Once they follow, they will never betray them. They are collectively called spirit beasts. Spirit beasts are far more reliable than people, but they are completely unpredictable.
beg.
The prices for slightly better little monsters are beyond the reach of ordinary people. Wang Meng has legs and feet, and he doesn’t want to waste money on such a place. He just wants to choose a messenger, which is very simple. The most common one is the sparrow monster.
, a common commodity that is like a sparrow among monsters. When he heard that Wang Meng wanted a sparrow monster, the burning enthusiasm in the boss's eyes suddenly went out. It is a commodity that is not profitable.
"See for yourselves, they are all here, fifty yuan each, I promise you, there will be no returns."
The boss took the two people to the Nestle, where there were dozens of little sparrow monsters, and then he was busy taking care of other customers.
For Wang Meng, a small sparrow demon that is easy to raise is suitable. There are all kinds of colors in it, which are really dazzling. However, a sparrow demon in the corner of the nest attracted Wang Meng's attention.
"The red one is pretty good." Wang Meng pointed to the corner.
"Brother Meng, you are wrong. The more colorful and bright the color of the sparrow monster, the better. This guy has a droopy head and no luster at all. Maybe he was injured when he was caught and is not easy to raise. Forget it.
Already."
Wang Meng stared at the little red sparrow demon inside. The little sparrow demon seemed to feel the stranger's attention and glanced at Wang Meng with its small eyes. Although it was weak, its eyes were very bright.
"Want it!"
Hearing this, the boss came over and saw that Wang Meng wanted the defective product. "Don't say I lied to you. This one is a bit damaged. It's 20% off. You can't refund it whether you live or die."
"Okay!" Wang Meng said happily.
The little bird demon came into Wang Meng's hands without struggling. Wang Meng liked the look in its eyes very much. Like himself, the injury and unfamiliar environment did not seem to scare it at all. Wang Meng was a man who relied on intuition.
The boss couldn't wait to send the two of them away, even forty yuan was worth it. In fact, he didn't even know when an injured little sparrow monster appeared.
But when the little red sparrow demon left, the little sparrow demon in the cage suddenly became active and chirped non-stop, as if sending away something terrible.
"Brother Meng, why did you buy it? Oh, how can this guy pick up girls? How about I cut off the flesh and give you the balls!"
Wang Meng shook his head, "No, you two are a good match." Although the little bird demon on Wang Meng's shoulder was listless, he actually gave him a disdainful look when he heard the little fat man's contempt.
Wang Meng scratched the little fire sparrow's chin, "The little guy has quite a personality, but he is very dissatisfied with you."
"Haha, I must be tainted with Brother Meng's temperament. Let's give him a name."
Wang Meng thought about it for a moment, "What about Xiaohong?" The little red sparrow demon on his shoulder rolled his eyes.
The fat man stumbled and almost fell down, "Brother, dear brother, do you dare to be a little creative? This is going to be in the church. Do we brothers still have the nerve to fool around? It doesn't matter if we have almost the same temperament, we have to get it back on the name!"
The fat man clenched his fist and said, "How about calling it Overlord?"
The little sparrow demon closed its eyes as if resigned to its fate, and it turned out that it met a pair of idiots.
"It's too tacky. How about fifty yuan? It's simple and clear! It's just beautiful!" Wang Meng said.
"It's only worth forty yuan, how about giving it a 20% discount? It's very unique." Fatty is still very good at settling accounts.
"Very good, let's call it 20% off. Fatty, it's not simple. Your IQ has improved and you have depth!"
"Haha, it's all thanks to Brother Meng's good education!"
In this way, the name of the little sparrow demon was decided as "Twenty-fold", which was indeed very straightforward.
Low-level demons like the sparrow demon are the most common ones. They are real messengers and cannot carry people, but the communication problem is solved. Wang Meng doesn't care about these things. He goes to the temple not to show off, but to really
I want to learn how to practice spiritual practice.
Although it was not perfect, it finally paid off and both of them were very happy.
After a day of shopping, they gained a lot of knowledge. The two of them had a good meal, and the fat man went to play with his ball. It was called cultivating feelings, but in fact, he just went to pick up girls, under the banner of being a monk in the temple.
Hu Jing, who has always rejected fat people, might also be shaken.
Wang Meng, on the other hand, devoted himself to practicing his Peiyuan Kung Fu, punching one after another. This was a basic skill that had to be learned and practiced diligently. Deep down, Wang Meng felt that the bearded elder believed his words, so he couldn't slack off.
Bazhe stood aside listlessly, with a very human look in his little eyes, as if he couldn't laugh or cry at Wang Meng's training methods.
However, Wang Meng himself practiced very vigorously, and he kept humming.
After practicing, he was sweating profusely and felt comfortable all over. At this moment, he suddenly noticed that Ba Zhe was looking at him with his little eyes. Wang Meng smiled, "Bazhe, look at your eyes, do you really admire me, master? Although you don't look good in appearance, your eyes are