Chapter 3070: Be eyed

3070-Sword
"Twenty-five thousand dollars, not one less."
Wang Le bargained in an unquestionable tone.
The pie face monk was silent for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and promised: "A deal!"
Although he was a powerful god, he took out 250,000 top-quality spirit stones at one time, and almost emptied the old man.
What's more, he needs to add the cultivation resources such as Podia Tuo Bao Dan, which makes him even more painful.
But the thought of the purple baby fruit in the legend is worth the effort.
After taking Ziwa Fruit, Shou Yuan increased by two hundred years without saying. What's more important is that he can completely eradicate the old wounds left by him.
This means that he can go more and more steadily on the road to cultivation in the future!
When the big-faced monk reached a deal with Wang Le, the white-haired old man was in a hurry.
"I can still take out a larger Qinglin Laokeng Stone!" The old white-haired man quickly said to Wang Le.
At this moment, the monk with a flat face said in a bad voice, "I have reached a deal with this Taoist friend, even if you come up with as many good things as possible!"
The old white-haired man immediately countered: "It's clear that you came to me to cut off the rules! Your transaction is not counted at all!"
The pie face monk couldn't help but laughed and said, "Not counting? It's up to you?"
Just when the two men were angry, both sides were angered, and Wang Leyu said with helpless jacking: "What are you two doing so excited, I don't want to have both of you."
The pie-faced monk and the white-haired old man suddenly froze.
"What do you mean?" The old white-haired man couldn't help but look at Wang Le.
Wang Le suddenly turned over the big white eyes that the two people couldn't see: "Little Master is not only a purple baby fruit."
"Why didn't you say it earlier?" The monk face and the white-haired old man invariably looked at Wang Lezhu and asked.
Wang Le replied indifferently: "You didn't ask, why did the little man tell you?"
"Uh!" The pie-faced monk and the white-haired old man were speechless for a moment.
Although both of them were very upset, the thought of Ziwaguo even dissipated.
No way, the purple baby fruit is too important for the two of them.
And the younger monk, who was becoming more and more mysterious in front of him, was the one who gave them the chance. Of course, he could not wait to offend this guy.
At least until you get the purple baby fruit, you can't turn your face.
Next, I saw a big cake-faced monk's robe sleeve waving, and the surrounding area was suddenly covered with an invisible gas wall, separating the three from the outside world.
After all, the purple baby fruit is a legendary treasure, it is too eye-catching, of course, you have to cover your eyes and eyes, so as not to be caught.
"Is there a fourth stone in the old pit of Qinglin?" Wang Le asked the old man with white hair.
As soon as the voice fell, I saw the old white-haired man shook his head without hesitation: "This third piece of Qinglin old pit material is the old man's cargo at the bottom of the box, and he has the best chance of getting a baby."
"If it is not for the purple baby fruit in your hand, the old man will never hand it over!"
Wang Le took a serious look at the other person seriously, and then he stopped bargaining.
No matter whether the old man with white hair is true or not, Wang Le doesn't care.
After all, there are many night long dreams, it is best to end the transaction here early, and then find the fly post you want, and it is best to leave this black market quickly.
Even the pie-faced monk used his means to shield the surroundings.
But in the end, this place is the place of others, and Wang Le always feels that there are eyes in the dark watching this place silently.
So make a quick decision, the sooner you leave here, the better.
As for whether the white-haired old man and the pie-faced monk who received the purple baby fruit will be caught by others, it is not about his Wang Le.
Soon, Wang Le reached a deal with the big-faced monk and the white-haired old man.
Both the pie-faced monk and the white-haired old man, after confirming the authenticity of the purple baby fruit in their hands, were not ecstatic.
It was forcibly suppressing the excitement in his heart, and he did not have any friendship with Wang Le. He closed the booth, and walked away, just passing by without seeing him.
As for whether there was any extra purple baby fruit in Wang Le's hands, they didn't bother to test it.
Anyway, Ziwa fruit is too much to eat, one is enough.
For Wang Le, who has just completed two transactions, it is obviously a very cost-effective deal to exchange two so many cultivation resources with two purple baby fruits that are useless to himself.
It is only 250,000 high-quality spiritual stones. For Wang Le, who has already become a god, it will be nothing, not much.
Although Wang Le has the ability to suppress cross-border stronger opponents, but every promotion on his cultivation path, whether it is a small realm or a large realm, the spiritual stones needed are undoubtedly astronomical figures.
This promotion alone made him consume almost all the spirit stones in the eye space.
It is no exaggeration to say that nowadays no more spiritual stones can fill the hole of Wang Le.
"This spirit stone is not enough, we have to find a way to get more, otherwise it will be gone when it is needed."
Thinking of this, Wang Le couldn't help but think about saving all the practice resources that were useless to him into spiritual stones.
For example, the remaining purple baby fruits, as well as those loot piled up in the eye space of the law, which they do not need.
These trophies such as the miracle medicine ore materials are good things in others' eyes, and I believe they can be exchanged for many spiritual stones.
But before that, we still need to become more familiar with the practice of the Middle-earth continent, including the situation of various cultivation resources.
Otherwise, if you don't recognize the value of these spoils, then you will deal with people, then Wang Le will probably be wronged.
"Hurry up and get Zhang Feitie, wait for the clean sect to be advanced, and then there will be time to clean up these loot in the black market."
Wang Le thought silently in his heart ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I did not continue to visit these temporary stalls. He returned to the original road and drilled into those white tents again.
At the same time, the white-haired old man and the big pie face monk tacitly left the black market from different directions, and then flew in the air at the fastest speed.
When the two disappeared over the black market, six people immediately split into two lanes and followed.
Wang Le's intuition is not wrong. Since it is on the territory of others, of course, he must be psychologically prepared to be monitored.
If it is something else, the key is the legendary purple baby fruit. Since it appears here, of course, there is no reason to let it go.
Obviously, both the white-haired old man and the big pie-faced monk understood this, so they left in a hurry and did not dare to stay for a while.
As for the credibility of the black market, since it is a black market, then the awareness of being slaughtered.
At this time, Wang Dashao, who was still hanging out on the black market, finally stopped in front of a white tent.
(End of this chapter)