The people in Baozhilin were surprised, not only because the two strings of magic weapons were still bleeding, but also because most of the two strings of magic weapons were not unfamiliar to them.
Golden Dart, Glazed Slash, and Xingdian Lock, the three magic weapons that Sister Jin had named before were all relatively distinctive and easy to recognize. At this time, these three magic weapons were recognized in Ling Ziyan's hands. Some people also know that the owners of these three magic weapons - Jin Shizhong, Yu Guangyi and Mingyang are all interested in the fat sheep that appeared in Baozhilin today, and went hunting together.
As a result, the three magic weapons are now in the hands of the fat sheep.
Who is the fat sheep? Who is the hunter? Does the blood dripping on the magic weapon belong to the three of them?
These are just these three pieces. Every other piece of magic weapon should have an owner behind them who would rather die than let go of them.
But now the owners are gone, and the magic weapon is in the hands of others. They are taken to the middle circle of Baozhilin and shouted directly for sale.
"Boy, you guys are a little crazy!" Someone finally spoke up and said what everyone was thinking.
Baozhilin is just a gathering place. The people gathered here are never a whole. They have no pride or pride in Baozhilin. If someone insults or looks down on Baozhilin, they will not feel the slightest disturbance in their hearts. Here they may be businessmen, partners, or enemies, but they may not be friends.
This is the principle that should be followed to survive in Baozhilin. Sister Jin has been able to survive in Baozhilin for twenty years because she believes in this enough.
It's just that humans are not grass and trees, how can they be ruthless?
Everyone felt a little uncomfortable when they saw that so many Baozhilin people's magic weapons were snatched away and brought to the middle circle for sale while they were still bleeding.
Are they the same enemy? Or is the rabbit dead and the fox sad? No one can tell. It's just very abnormal that at this moment, no one is thinking about buying and selling, no one is thinking about profits. Everyone glared at Lu Ping and the five of them, and the crowd gradually began to gather around them.
"No one wants it?" Lu Ping asked again at this moment.
"I'm going to kill you!" Someone from somewhere shouted loudly, and a ray of red light shot toward Lu Ping.
Lu Ping turned slightly, flashed past, and raised his fingers lightly.
puff!
A blood arrow shot up into the sky, and everyone was startled, including Lu Ping himself, Fang Yizhu and the other four.
The crowd had already dispersed. In the middle of the open space, a fountain formed from a shoulder above one person's shoulders. It was still swaying, and his raised arm was still pointing at Lu Ping.
After shaking twice, the body finally fell down, and the blood stopped spraying. Only then did everyone see clearly that he had no head.
The forest suddenly became quiet again, and the crowd that had been gathering just now spread again unconsciously.
"What are you doing?" Fang Yizhu looked at Lu Ping dumbfounded.
Lu Ping was looking at his fingers, recalling carefully how he just fought back with a "Zhengshun" sound. There was nothing special about it, and he didn't deliberately apply force. How could he hit someone like this in one go? Lu Ping couldn't understand.
"Maybe he is too weak." Lu Ping said.
Everyone heard this sentence, and everyone was looking at the headless body that fell to the ground, and their hearts were chilled as they looked at the blood still pouring out from the neck.
Although his head is gone, everyone still knows this person. Dare to be the first to take action in front of everyone. This person cannot be said to be weak, he can even be said to be very strong. There are not many people in the Forest of Treasures who can take on the fifth-level superpower "Full Vigor".
But he died like this. The other party didn't even ask his name, leaving only a speculative comment of "maybe too weak".
If Shao Zhang is considered weak, then don't most of them here deserve to be here?
The once-in-a-lifetime conflict between the same enemies in Baozhilin came to an end when Shao Zhang took the lead. The silent crowd did not dare to look directly at Lu Ping at this time. They were faintly retreating and seemed to be scattering.
"Look, it's all your fault for scaring everyone away!" Fang Yizhu blamed Lu Ping.
"It was just an accident. No one wants the magic weapon?" Lu Ping continued to work hard, and asked for a bunch from Ling Ziyan, and went to sell it himself.
His speed was very fast, and he had already plunged into a crowd in the blink of an eye, making it impossible for anyone to hide.
"Do you want the magic weapon? Look, there are many kinds." He lifted the magic weapon and waved it in front of the person in front of him.
Everyone who could avoid it was hiding, but the one who was being asked by Lu Ping didn't dare to leave.
This is forced buying and selling! The person who was asked by Lu Ping wanted to cry but had no tears. Doing business in Baozhilin already feels like licking blood from the edge of a knife. How could these vicious men ever think that they would be forcibly bought and sold?
run? Don't dare.
reject? Nor dare.
This one had no choice but to pretend to be selective. In fact, he recognized most of Lu Ping's magic weapons. It was clear which one was good, which one was bad, and which one was most valuable to him. Thinking that it was going to be used by others anyway, it was better to choose something that made me feel comfortable, so I picked up one of the items and asked, "How do I sell this?"
The magic weapon he chose was a short sword named Cang Zi. Although it was only a third-level magic weapon, it was purely enhanced by the spirit of charge and suited him very well. He had been envious of it for a long time, but he knew that this magic weapon was very useful to the old owner and could not be transferred, so he simply didn't give it a thought. I never thought I would be forced to buy it from someone else today.
In the past, he would have won this magic weapon without hesitation even if it was worth a premium. After all, the value of something like a divine weapon varies from person to person, and the same divine weapon has different values for different cultivators. But today, the long-coveted Cang Zi was available in the blink of an eye, but he was not happy at all. Thinking of the terrifying number he was about to hear, he felt that Cang Zi could not bring him comfort.
I just hope it doesn’t go too far! This man was thinking dejectedly when he suddenly heard Lu Ping repeat what he just said: "How to sell this?"
"Ah?" He looked up blankly, only to realize that Lu Ping was not asking him, but was greeting Fang Yizhu over there.
Fang Yizhu hurried over, picked up Cangzi and pretended to sample it. These were all magical weapons that he had just acquired, and he didn't even have time to take a closer look at them one by one!
"Level 3... Chong Zhi Soul Strengthening? Single? Oh, it's a little more expensive." Fang Yizhu took Cang Zi in his hand, injected the Soul Power into it, and said while feeling the strengthening effect. The sentence "It has to be more expensive" made that person give up.
Of course, he didn't just die like this. After calming down, he still asked: "How much?"
Level three magic weapons can still be measured with money.
"Well...well, eight thousand...no, ten thousand gold!" Fang Yi noted.
"How much?" the man asked in surprise.
"It's ten thousand, but since you are our first customer, I will give you a 20% discount and eight thousand gold. Are you happy?" Fang Yizhu patted the person on the shoulder and said.
But seeing that the other party just stared but had no reaction, Fang Yizhu felt a little embarrassed and laughed at Lu Ping and said, "Look at him, he's so happy that he's so happy."
"Why do I feel that your price is not right?" Lu Ping was confused.
