"What will you give in exchange for your life?"
As soon as Ling Xiao opened his mouth, he was an old blackmailer.
After hearing these words, all the sharks present were extremely angry.
Only the old man felt relieved a little.
At least Ling Xiao was willing to blackmail.
Nowadays, everyone is a swordsman and I am a fish, and the lives of the entire clan depend on Ling Xiao's thoughts. It is a blessing among misfortunes that the Shark clan still has a chance to choose.
The old man glanced at the princess who was in great pain, and asked in a deep voice: "We are willing to use the princess's crocodile robes in exchange for the lives of our entire clan."
"Shark silk robe?"
Ling Xiao raised an eyebrow and glanced at the aqua blue gauze on the woman's body.
It is said that the shark tribe can weave shark gauze, which is the world's top yarn material and has always been sought after by princes and nobles. The ancients said: "The shark gauze comes out of the South China Sea and does not get wet when it enters the water." This is what it refers to.
The shark's silk robe on the woman's body was obviously different from those on other sharks. It exuded a light spirituality. Moreover, when the jade embroidered knife pierced her heart just now, the garment was not damaged, and it was unexpectedly tough.
nice one!
Ling Xiao immediately made a judgment.
but……
"This clothes is mine, why do you need to give it to me?" Ling Xiao sneered and asked.
"You..." The woman was shocked and angry, gnashing her teeth with hatred.
I have never seen such a shameless person!
How come the treasure passed down from generation to generation by the Sharman clan becomes yours?
But the old man was smart and smiled bitterly.
If Ling Xiao killed everyone present, wouldn't the shark robe be his?
Indeed, there is no need for the Sharks to offer treasures!
What Ling Xiao wants is something he doesn't have!
The old man pondered for a moment and then said: "We are willing to present a box of shark teardrops, and give you 30,000 spirit stones, as well as various demon materials!"
Ling Xiao became interested now and asked: "What are the shark's teardrops?"
His words were frivolous, which aroused the anger of the sharks present.
As the saying goes, there are sharks in the East China Sea, whose tears turn into beads. They have the effect of soft jade and fragrant copper, which can detoxify hundreds of poisons. They can crush burning lamps and remain immortal for thousands of years. They are priceless treasures!
Ling Xiao's frivolous tone was simply blaspheming the dignity of the Shark race!
After listening to the old man's explanation of the shark's tears, Ling Xiao suddenly realized.
"It looks like it's really a good thing!"
Ling Xiao smiled slightly, his eyes suddenly fell on the woman's snow-white neck, his expression moved slightly, then he reached out and took off a pendant she was wearing.
This pendant is just a light blue bead, crystal clear and exceptionally beautiful.
"Is this a shark teardrop?" Ling Xiao asked curiously.
The woman was ashamed, angry, and in even more pain. She couldn't help but struggle, but Ling Xiao came in with great force and subdued her instantly, making her unable to move anymore.
The old man hurriedly said: "The name of this object is 'Lingze Pearl'. It is a mysterious treasure made from the sacrifice of shark teardrops. It can spontaneously resist poison. As for the box of shark teardrops, they are still in our house."
"Xuanbao..."
Ling Xiao whispered in a solemn tone, looking up and down at the Lingze Pearl.
He is no longer a novice in the world of immortality. He has also heard of the name Xuan Bao. It is an artifact handed down from ancient times. It is similar to a magic weapon or a magic weapon, but it cannot be simply classified into the ranks of a magic weapon or a magic weapon.
Because the casting method used for Xuan Bao is completely different from the weapon refining method used in the current world of immortality.
The most obvious feature is that the Xuanbao cannot change its size at will because of the monk's magic power. It can be as big as it should be.
Moreover, the function of Xuanbao is also more unpredictable. Although it generally does not have much power, it is a top-notch auxiliary treasure!
"nice one."
Ling Xiao praised it and hung the Lingze Pearl around his neck without hesitation.
Seeing this, the old man simply said: "Your Excellency, the shark rayon robe worn by the princess is also a mysterious treasure."
Anyway, according to Ling Xiao's temperament, it is impossible for the Shark Ribbon to be returned to the Shark Clan. It would be better to go with the flow and show some cooperation.
Ling Xiao glanced at the old man and said: "Your Excellency is quite magnanimous, so bring what you said!"
The old man's forehead veins were beating wildly, and he said: "How can you ensure that you will let us go after handing over the things?"
Humans and monsters never care about the so-called contract, and the situation of turning against the monster must be prevented in the cradle!
Unexpectedly, Ling Xiao was not polite at all, and said solemnly: "I won't guarantee anything. You either hand over things or die! Choose!"
"Crazy man!"
"Do you really think I'm waiting for you to knead me?!"
"Even if I am the last one left in my clan, I will fight you till death!"
The sharks finally couldn't bear it anymore and started to curse.
Ling Xiao turned a deaf ear and only looked at the old man.
It was obvious that the old man was the decision-maker of the Sharman tribe. Ling Xiao just thought of the other Sharman tribe's words as their farts.
The old man smiled bitterly, glanced at the woman, and sighed: "Ah Si, go and bring that box of shark tears!"
"Clan leader, this..."
"Do we really want to let him blackmail us?!"
The old man shouted: "Why don't you go quickly?!"
The shark named "Ah Si" didn't dare to disobey, glared at Ling Xiao angrily, and ran away.
Ling Xiao emitted his spiritual consciousness and locked it firmly on the shark. He didn't regretfully give up until the other party was out of the range of his spiritual consciousness.
Sensing Ling Xiao's consciousness, the second-level sharks present were all awe-inspiring.
Ling Xiao's spiritual consciousness was much more powerful than their clan leader's spiritual consciousness!
Is it possible to have this level of spiritual consciousness in the middle stage of foundation building?
The old man was also surprised and uncertain, secretly guessing Ling Xiao's origin.
When did the Beiliang Kingdom have such a young foundation-building expert?
Although the Sharks have lived in seclusion in Anvil Lake for generations, they are still aware of the ups and downs in the Northern Liang Kingdom, especially the best among the monks.
As for the younger generation of monks, the most popular ones are undoubtedly the Purple Phoenix Twins!
Ling Xiao was definitely one of the two beautiful women of Zifeng, but because of his many evil deeds of kidnapping and extortion, he subconsciously concealed his identity to avoid bringing shame to Zifengtai...
This is the only possibility.
While the old man was thinking wildly, Ah Si had already returned, dragging two large boxes behind him. After looking at Ling Xiao, he angrily threw the boxes in front of Ling Xiao.
Boom!
The box was smashed down hard.
Splashing dust all over the sky.
The old man was startled and couldn't help but glare at Ah Si.
Can your attitude be better?
The whole clan's life is in Ling Xiao's hands, why do you still want to anger the other party?
Fortunately, Ling Xiao only cares about the contents of the box and has no interest in pursuing the Sharman tribe's attitude.
He opened the first box and found that it contained thirty thousand spiritual stones, as well as some magic weapons, demon pills and other items.
The things are very miscellaneous, and except for the spiritual stones, other things have not been properly organized.
Ling Xiao flipped through it briefly and had a rough understanding, and couldn't help but snorted.
Inside the box were clearly the trophies left behind by the Sharman clan after they killed the human monks!
Judging from the number, there were not even ten but eight foundation-building monks who died at the hands of the Sharman tribe.
I just don’t know, how many of them were deceived by the hunters who colluded with the Sharman tribe?
Shaking his head, Ling Xiao stopped thinking about this and kicked away another box.
A weak, but pure spirituality rushed towards me!
