Leilin Dynasty, Dole City, Yuelai Inn.
In a small independent house, Yan Xing was lying in the bathtub with a happy face, and several young girls were kneeling around him, wiping his body with green jade fingers.
"Okay, everyone, let's go out."
Yan Xing waved his hand, and the smell of gunpowder smoke and sulfur had been washed away from his body.
"Yes, sir!"
The girls stood up, their faces flushed, not sure whether it was from the heat or from shyness.
After taking three steps and turning around, a brave girl whispered in a low voice as she was going out: "Master, do you need a servant to accompany you to bed?"
He is young, has a lot of money, is so handsome, and is extremely generous with his money, even if they are willing to pay him back.
"No."
Yan Xing had no intention of doing this. Under his vision, the mites crawling in the pores of these pink-skinned girls were clearly visible. The smell of rotting meat residue from three days ago in the gaps between their teeth was mixed with the blood that even some low-quality rouge could not cover up. The taste is all clearly audible.
Sorry, I can't stand up.
"Here."
The women looked regretful and reluctantly closed the door and left.
Wow——
Yan Xing walked out of the bathtub, his energy and blood flowed to evaporate the water vapor, he wrapped himself in a clean robe, and sat down cross-legged on the bed.
This is an extraordinary world where classes are solidified and extremely clear.
A monk is undoubtedly at the pinnacle of his class.
As a member of this class, he enjoys class benefits and naturally has no thoughts of betraying his own class. How can he jump out and shout slogans to liberate all mankind?
Let all mortals enjoy the benefits of monks?
He is naive. He only sees evolution and focuses on his own ideas. He is not interested in such things as children.
Having said that, monks practice hard and fight against the fog for the sake of the ethnic group, risking their own lives at any time. Ordinary people are protected by monks and should serve the monks.
Therefore, being served and bathed by a few little girls is nothing more than normal in this world. Not to mention in this extraordinary world, he was still like this in his previous life. He had supreme power, so how could he not take a bath himself?
The money he rewarded is enough for these little girls to live a prosperous life. If they don't give him a bath, they will be sent to bathe other ugly and old things.
This is their job.
Yan Xing shook his head, getting rid of these meaningless thoughts, and began to become eager in his heart, preparing to count the loot.
With a flip of his hand, an irregular piece of metal that was entirely platinum was taken out from the hell dimension.
"Wanlian·Xuantiejinjing!"
A total of 100 billion tons of dark iron was refined by him with the fire of hell, and finally sublimated in the terrifying collision, leaving only a small piece as big as a fist.
If it requires manpower to forge it, it would take ten thousand times of black iron and gold essence to produce such a thing, which is worth a lot of money.
After playing with it for a while, he threw it back to the hell dimension. Yan Xing had no idea of refining weapons for the time being. His strength was still in the period of rapid improvement, and it was not suitable to forge it.
"The main event comes next!"
Yan Xing rubbed his palms and took out the small bronze box that was already somewhat broken and covered with inscriptions.
Everything in the Yin Tomb base was vaporized, but this small box was preserved.
Yan Xing guessed that this thing was probably stored in the deepest part of the base, and the secret room was built with extremely hard materials and various formations were arranged, so that it could withstand the terrifying power of destruction.
With such tight protection, there is no doubt that it must be a treasure trove.
The small bronze box itself was made of a very strong material, and there were formation diagrams engraved on the surface. Yan Xing could see several types at a glance, including solidification, defense, blockade, etc.
But now, these formations are all scrapped, and even the main body of the box is full of cracks and is about to break.
According to the common practice in the world, if you open the box, there must be a hidden weapon, right?
Yan Xing smiled casually, without any fear, pulled the lock and opened the box directly.
puff!呲呲呲——
Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle?
The punishment of hell was so close that there was no way to avoid it. Thin green ox hair needles were inserted all over the body, and the body was directly pierced.
Fortunately, the gravitational field opened in time to bind and solidify all the fine needles, otherwise there would have been countless casualties in the streets behind him.
Zizzi!
The wound was smoking and corroded by the terrifying toxin, but it only lasted a few breaths before being devoured by the [Wan'e Poison Body].
The talent was slightly enhanced, and a poison was harvested, which was a bit hard, but it was not a loss this time.
Yan Xing looked inside the box. The medium-sized space was covered with soft silk and satin, and three storage rings lay quietly inside.
Taking out a silver ring, Yan Xing stabbed it directly with his powerful thoughts.
There was no obstruction, and the ring was now ownerless, and its owner was probably turned into steam in the big explosion.
Logically speaking, the storage ring needs spiritual energy as the driving energy source. Although Yan Xing does not have spiritual energy, his "intention" is extremely powerful, with a total of twenty points. A normal mortal body is generally around seven or eight points, so The huge idea is enough to drive the storage magic weapon without any soul.
As soon as his thoughts swept away, the bright and white spirit stones came into view.
Fifty high-grade spiritual stones, several hundred medium-grade spiritual stones, and hundreds of thousands of low-grade spiritual stones!
The exchange ratio for spirit stones is one to one hundred.
If you want to exchange high-level spiritual stones, it often costs more than 20%, and they are still very expensive, so few people will exchange them. They are more useful and have a wider range of uses than low-level spiritual stones.
"Yes, these spirit stones can be directly absorbed and used for cultivation after entering the Lingxuan realm. No amount of them is enough."
Yan Xing nodded with satisfaction, then picked up a dark ring and put his thoughts into it.
"Um?"
Frowning slightly, he saw many letters, secret letters, and various rosters, which were all secret information and combat missions in the Tomb of Hell, and he also saw his own name among them.
These things were important to the Yin Tomb Organization, but they were useless for improving his cultivation.
"I wonder if anyone is willing to pay for these things."
Existence is reasonable. Sometimes the value of information exceeds people's imagination, but it is just a small stronghold, and there must be no big secrets.
Yan Xing shook his head, put down the ring, and put his mind into the last red ring.
All kinds of strange artifacts came into view, including weapons, poisons, sundries, elixirs, materials, and even a bunch of bloody heads. These were naturally the mission targets of the Yin Tomb.
"Yes, these elixirs are of high quality and are in large quantities, with more than a thousand bottles!"
"And there's this..."
Yan Xing narrowed his eyes slightly and took out a syringe, which was filled with turbid liquid, which was exactly what the red-robed ghost had used.
There are nine needles in total.
In addition, Yan Xing took out a few weird-looking things with a thought. Why do I say weird because they don't look like artifacts in the world of cultivation, with a hint of science fiction.
"A creation from the Kingdom of Mechanical God?"
Yan Xing picked up a silver-white glove. This glove was actually solid, but his palm could be easily inserted into it. It was a strange liquid metal.
He still remembered that in Guichou Stream, a white-robed ghost envoy in the mortal realm used these stretchable gloves to kill dozens of city guards in the same realm in an instant.
There was no instruction manual, so Yan Xing played with it for a while, but didn't know how to use it at all, so he had to put these things away first.
The use of the creations of the Mechanical God Kingdom is expressly prohibited within the jurisdiction of practitioners. It is easy to understand that this is related to differences in orthodoxy and ideas, as well as competition.
Although the instructions prohibit it, these things are useful. This is a technological creation that allows the weak to counterattack and defeat the strong. The requirements for the user are not high and are not as demanding as the magic weapons in the cultivation world.
Therefore, there are often secret circulations of technological creations in the black market, not to mention lawless evil forces like the Yin Tomb. As long as they can achieve their goals, they will even dare to sacrifice to evil spirits, let alone mere technological creations.
Yan Xing counted all the elixirs and made a rough calculation of the total amount of energy they could provide him based on the number of grades.
"not enough!"
His current physical body has too much appetite.
In "Dragon Breath Body Forging", Yan Xing secretly stole the dragon ball source fluid, and on the sixth day, he pushed the three-dimensional value to 20.9, but in the end he could not get past the 0.1.
This is stuck at the peak of the second extreme.
The three-dimensional values have not changed, and the strength has not increased, but those flesh and blood particles have not stopped absorbing energy in the past two or three months.
Yan Xing exercised his body with gravity on day and night, and also took a lot of pills, but the flesh and blood particles could only enter and not come out, as if he was undergoing some kind of transformation.
Yan Xing estimated that if he succeeded in breaking through the realm, his strength would be greatly improved, instead of only increasing the three-dimensional physical body by 3 points like the previous two times.
"Those things that are no longer needed should be disposed of on the black market."
Yan Xing got dressed, walked out of the inn, and walked against the flow of people toward the south city wall.
Dor City is the largest city in the Leilin Dynasty after the capital city, with a population of over 30 million. In such a huge city, monks are naturally indispensable. Naturally, things like the black market have also emerged.
Naturally, he didn't come to this city just for the superficial purpose of having his beautiful sister serve and bathe him. His main goal was to go to the black market to exchange for training resources and get rid of the stolen goods.
On the south city wall, there is a city cave that only practitioners can see. After midnight, if you walk through the city cave, you can enter the black market covered by the formation.
It was midnight, the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and the already sparsely populated southern city wall looked even more desolate and dilapidated.
Yan Xing looked calm, as if he were going home, and walked into the city cave that was covered by a blindfold. At the same time, an old man and several young girls also entered one after another with him.
Walking more than a hundred steps into the pitch-black passage, I stepped through an invisible film of light, and suddenly my eyes lit up.
Continuous buildings, clean and wide bluestone streets, there are shops and street stalls. Every once in a while, a dim fluorescent light is set up. In the not too bright environment, the communication between the figures is a whisper.
Being secretive and sneaky is indeed what the black market sells.
"Hey, young man, your face is tight! Is this your first time here?"
A little old man on the street stall grinned, revealing his burnt-yellow teeth, and looked at Yan Xing with a scrutinizing gaze. Many people around him also had gloomy and strange expressions.
Yan Xing is really special.
In the entire black market, everyone is dressed in black robes, and some even wear masks to cover up their physical features as much as possible.
On the other hand, Yan Xing was upright and upright. His body was still freshly scented after taking a shower. He stepped on flip-flops and walked into the black market so openly.
Two words are revealed all over his body, youthful!
"oh?"
Yan Xing raised his eyebrows slightly, not caring about the covetous eyes around him, and caressed his sleeves gently, revealing the identity plate on his waist.
"Any questions?"
——Feixian——
The two big Chinese characters of Dragon and Phoenix shined brightly under the dim light, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
Bang!
Plop——
"Sir, make atonement, my lord, I am blind and blind, I bumped into you, I deserve to die! I deserve to die!!"
Kowtowing and slapping oneself, the black market suddenly fell silent with only crisp sounds left.
"okay."
Too lazy to pay attention to these old fools, Yan Xing walked away.
If you have an identity, you naturally have to make good use of it to avoid a lot of trouble, although he is not afraid of trouble.
Pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger?
Yan Xing disdains it.
