Zhan Wuque walked to a stall and looked at the yellow flames floating in the air.

"Little brother, my demon fire is the best among the third level, and it is rare in the world"!

The stall owner was a thin black man in zither clothes. Seeing Zhan Wuque looking at Yaohuo, he grinned and showed his yellow teeth.

"How to sell"?

"One-price, one hundred thousand stones"!

Old man said.

Zhan Wuque finished listening, turned around and left.

Hundreds of thousands!

The average Martial King’s top powerhouse may be worth less than 100,000!

These third-level demon fire are just objects on the third-level peak monsters, and their strength is equivalent to the peak of the great martial artist among warriors.

If this fire is a fourth-level demon fire, it’s almost the same, this old man is really crazy about money!

"Don't leave, don't leave, you have something to say, and you have something to say"!

The old man hurriedly stopped Zhan Wuque with a wry smile on his face.

He has been there for ten days, and people come to ask about it almost every day, but no one buys it.

He is now in a hurry to use Yuanshi, so he can't wait any longer. He must sell this demon fire today.

"Little brother, give me a quick price and take it away directly"!

"piece"!

"What, why don't you grab it?"!

The old man instantly burst into tears and stared at him with a beard.

What is the difference between a Yuan stone and giving it to each other?

"Eighty thousand, take it if you want it"!

The old man gritted his teeth.

Zhan Wuque kept talking and continued to walk forward.

"No, no, fifty thousand"!

"Thirty thousand"!

"Ten thousand"!!!

"Ten thousand, really can't be less"!

The old man cried.

"make a deal"!

Zhan Wuque's figure flashed and came to the stall.

"I want this too," Zhan Wuque pointed at a black broken pot.

The size and shape of the clay pot are very similar to the urn, but they are too broken and there is a lot of yellow mud on it, without any spiritual charm, and it looks very inconspicuous.

"You want this"?

I'm a little confused.

Could this clay pot be a treasure?

"Since it doesn't work, then forget it." Zhan Wuque paid Yuan Shi, picked up the demon fire and prepared to leave.

"Hey hey hey, wait"!

The old man took the clay pot in his hand and looked at it for a few seconds. After finding it, he hurriedly called Zhan Wuque and pretended to be quite painful and threw it over, "Forget it, let it go, this is something I finally got out of a very fierce place."

The old man said casually.

He remembered that this broken jar was picked up by him from a roadside ditch ten years ago, and mixed it with a bunch of treasures to fool people.

He hadn't sold it for a whole ten years, so he simply gave it to Zhan Wuque to sell his face and might come here to visit him next time.

Zhan Wuque looked like he was lacking in interest, but in fact he was already happy.

He didn't expect to encounter such a treasure here!

The jar is the most ordinary clay pot, but the ashes that have been filled with magic have already possessed a hint of divine nature and have strange and unpredictable effects!

As for what it is, he still has to wait for him to go back and study.

Judging from the breath, this clay pot has been a very long time since then.

At least 30,000 years.

At that time, Zhan Wuque from his previous life had not yet been born.

Fire is the fire of the flame snake flower, and the jar is the urn of the gods. This old stall owner is in great trouble.

The Fire Snake Flower is a third-level demon flower. It is rumored that it is made by the blood of the Fire Snake. The third-level has begun to communicate with the wisdom of the spirit. The fire can be divided into one and many, and it turns into a fire snake, which is magical.

The strange fire produced by the Yan Jue will swallow the demon fire together when it devours the demon fire.

For example, Mo Chuan's third-level demon fire was extremely poisonous. After being swallowed by the Yan Jue, the strange fire was also poisonous.

If the demon fire of the Flame Snake Flower is engulfed and divided into multiple characteristics, Zhan Wuque will release the strange fire on a large scale, and the power will be doubled!

Even though this demon fire is only at level three, its effect on Wuque is greater than that of ordinary fourth-level demon fire.

So, the absolute value of this ten thousand yuan of stone flowers!

If the stall owner knew, he would probably regret it.

As soon as he went out, he got two treasures that were extremely helpful to him. Zhan Wuque was in a good mood for a while and continued to stroll.

Each floor of this Wind Flower, Snow and Moon Tower is very large, and has a classic and unique decoration. The ceiling is more than ten meters high. It is dotted with countless night pearls that are worthless in the mortal world, and various luminous objects, illuminating around it like the sun.

After wandering around, Zhan Wuque took out some gadgets.

Most of them are ancient books and other books, and there is also a fourth-level spiritual medicine.

And a map of the sphere of influence of the Guyi Pavilion.

He came to the entrance to the ninth floor.

There is still a guard in black here, a fat old man sitting cross-legged and closed his eyes, and his strength has reached the level of a half-step Wu Emperor.

"On the ninth level, those who are not strong in the Martial Emperor are not allowed to enter."

The fat old man said in a deep voice, his eyes not even opened.

"Is there a second way?"

Zhan Wuque asked.

"The second way? As long as you defeat me, you can go up"!

The old man half-squinted his eyes, with a hint of disdain on his face.

The boy in front of him seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, and at most he had just broken through King Wu.

I thought that he had been wasting his time for seventy years and had not broken through the barrier of Emperor Wu, and he felt a little bored.

"Where you play, don't delay me from practicing here."

The fat old man said impatiently.

There is a Yuan-gathering array on the fifth floor. The higher the level, the stronger the Yuan power.

His purpose of acting as a guard on the eighth level is to make this cultivation treasure land.

This is the entrance to the building. Few powerful Martial Emperor pass by here, usually walking in the air and descending directly to the ninth floor.

Therefore, the practice was interrupted by Zhan Wuque, and the fat old man felt unhappy.

When he thought, this was unreasonable. A little Wu King also wanted to enter the ninth floor. Isn’t this a joke?

"Just defeat you and you can go up, right?"

Zhan Wuque spoke lightly and looked calm.

"What, you want to play two tricks with me?"

The fat old man sneered a few times and stood up.

All the warriors who heard the movements nearby looked over.

"Isn't this a boy who just bought a map from me? How did he provoke Fatty?"

"Which child from this family is really ignorant of the world, and Fatty dares to tease him!"

"It's better to let Fat Master teach him a lesson. If you are young and energetic, you should suppress it more."

The surrounding King Wu passed on a voice to each other.

Although the crime of offending Fatty is avoided, it is hard to forgive the crime of living. I am afraid that this kid will suffer a little today.

Everyone thought in their hearts.

They are all powerful people of the Martial King, most of them in high positions, so they naturally do not speak as unrestrained as young warriors, but they are inevitably contemptuous in their eyes, believing that Zhan Wuque is not aware of life or death.

In the field, as Fat Master stood up, a half-step pressure from Emperor Wu dispersed and he pressed down hard towards Zhan Wuque.

But Zhan Wuque's expression did not change at all, and his appearance as if he was calm and calm, seemed to be unaffected.

Fat Master's face couldn't help but change.

At this moment, Zhan Wuque shook his head gently and slowly stretched out his index finger:
Chapter completed!