Just in line with that sentence, what comes to your door is not a sale.

Now people are chasing and shouting to deliver the riding whip to the door. At the price Yang Teng said, five bottles of the best spirit-gathering pill.

Yang Wenyan felt that this riding crop seemed not worth the price.

This is human psychology. If I don’t sell it to you, you will beg for it in vain. Now that I have promised to give it to you, you still feel that you have been cheated.

Yang Wenyan hesitated, and Yang Teng looked at the old man with a smile, "Old man, your apprentice just insisted on the price of ninety bottles of top-quality spirit-gathering pills and refused to let go. Why did it drop so much in the blink of an eye? If you don't say anything,

Understand, we won’t buy it.”

The old man smiled helplessly: "Brother Yang, I don't know. My apprentice always has some weird ideas and makes some unrealistic things, such as this riding whip. It was originally made of high-quality materials, but she insisted on making one.

Horsewhip.”

Yang Wenyan was not happy to hear this, "What's wrong with a riding whip!"

"There is nothing wrong with riding whips, but few people use them, so they keep them forever after they are made. Today I heard that Miss Wen Yan came to the Sandao Street Market. Knowing that Miss Wen Yan loves riding whips, I hoped that this would help

Make a fortune, if Miss Wen Yan refuses to buy it, we will lose even our capital." The old man told the truth.

Yang Wenyan smiled, "If you tell the truth, aren't you afraid that I will regret it and not buy it?"

The old man said nonchalantly: "If Miss Wen Yan refuses to buy it, it will definitely be a loss for us, but we can accept such a loss. Besides, my apprentice has lost more than just one or two good things."

"The old man speaks very straightforwardly. Well, let's buy this riding crop." Yang Teng didn't think much, and under the cover of his clothes, he reached into his arms and took out five bottles of the best spirit gathering from the Ice King's Ring.

Dan.

"Thank you, Brother Yang." The old man took the Spirit Gathering Pill with a smile.

"I haven't asked my surname Gao Ming yet, how do you know our identities?" Yang Teng asked.

It's a very strange thing. It was Yang Teng's first time coming to the Sandao Street Trading Market. Why did this old man recognize him?

"What's so strange about this? It's rumored that Brother Yang teaches the alchemy technique of refining the best spirit-gathering elixir at the Royal Academy. Miss Wen Yan took a fancy to this horse whip and asked you for the spirit-gathering elixir. You must be Yang Teng. As for that

Miss Wen Yan's identity is not difficult to guess. Just now the fourth prince called Miss Wen Yan, and you also said that you mobilized people from the Yang family in Yucheng to collect weapon refining materials, so the old man guessed the identities of the two." The old man said with a smile.

It turns out that this is the case. Yang Teng felt funny in his heart. It turns out that he is so famous.

"Old man, I don't have much fame. I'm just a dying old man. In the early years, they all called me Lao Tiantou." The old man scratched the few sparse hair on his head and smiled with his big yellow teeth.

"Old Tiantou?" Yang Teng's head was spinning rapidly, and he quickly thought about whether there was a big shot named Tian among the weapon refiners.

He suddenly thought of a person and looked at this humble old man in surprise, "I dare to ask senior, you are Guishou Laotian!"

The old man looked at Yang Teng in surprise, "I didn't expect that someone would still remember the bandit account from a hundred years ago."

How could Yang Teng not remember that this ghost-hand Lao Tian is not a simple person, his status among weapon refiners is equivalent to the status of Venerable Zilou among alchemists.

In the entire Dongzhou area, they are also ranked among the top figures, even in the Tianwu Continent.

Speaking of Ghost Hand Lao Tian, ​​we have to mention one of his most proud things: he actually copied a fake artifact!

Yang Teng clearly remembered a large gathering of weapon refiners in that life. Masters of weapon refiners from all over the Tianwu Continent gathered together to exchange their experiences and take out their most proud weapons.

At that time, there were masters of craftsmanship in Xizhou, Nanzhou and Beizhou respectively, and they came up with their masterpieces, which won a lot of applause.

Then I thought that the weapon-refining master from Zhongzhou was the best among all the heroes.

Just when he was about to announce that this master had won the first place in this conference, an inconspicuous weapon refiner from Dongzhou appeared and took out a fake artifact, which shocked everyone.

The reason why it is called a pseudo-artifact is that this artifact has actually reached the level of a god. It is called a pseudo-artifact because it was imitated.

It is precisely because of this that the pseudo-artifact refined by this master was ranked first in that conference.

That master is the ghost-shou Lao Tian who is standing in front of Yang Teng now!

How could Yang Teng not be shocked?

At that time, he was not qualified to participate in a conference of that level, and he was not able to meet those famous masters of Tianwu, let alone the ghost-hand Lao Tian.

Yang Teng didn't know if Lao Tian had refined the pseudo-artifact now, and the Tianwu Continent's grand gathering of weapon refiners hadn't happened yet.

But Guishou Laotian was standing in front of him, and Yang Teng couldn't help but have his thoughts moved.

"I've heard about senior for a long time, and I've always wanted to ask him about the art of refining weapons in person. I didn't expect to meet senior here today. As the saying goes, we never meet again in life." Yang Teng burst into laughter: "I should have known that the riding whip belonged to senior.

I won’t bargain anymore.”

Yang Wenyan looked at Yang Teng in confusion. Is this old farmer very famous?

It's just that she doesn't know the weapon refiner, so she doesn't dare to make any comments. Looking at it this way, there is nothing surprising about this old man.

Guishou Laotian looked at Yang Teng in surprise, thinking to himself, am I so famous? Why don't I know it myself.

Speaking of his attainments in the art of weapon refining, Lao Tian does not feel that he has reached the level of a master. He focuses on a different direction. The difference from other weapon refiners is that Lao Tian does not like to stick to the rules.

Often when he refines weapons, he likes to refine them according to his own preferences.

The things that Lao Tian can get his hands on have a very narrow audience. Sometimes he puts a lot of effort into refining an artifact, but no one appreciates it.

In this regard, his apprentice is very similar to him.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have taken out so many precious materials to make a riding whip.

And from the tone of Yang Teng's words, it seemed that he had a very high status.

Guishou Laotian couldn't help but feel a little elated. This was the first time someone praised him so highly.

"Easy to say, easy to say. My old man has no skills and just likes to refine some strange things. If Brother Yang likes them, I can trade a batch for you at a low price."

Yang Teng suddenly couldn't laugh or cry. It seemed that he had thought too much. The current Lao Tian was not the famous Lao Tian in the future, and he only focused on promoting the strange things he refined.

Perhaps it was Lao Tian's whimsical idea that later imitated the fake artifact.

But now that I have met Lao Tian, ​​I might as well make a good relationship first.

"Senior Tian, ​​I wonder if you have any good things that you are ready to sell." Yang Teng asked casually, and he did not expect that Ghost Hand Tian could come up with anything good now.

After all, Lao Tian has not yet reached the height of becoming famous in the future.

Lao Tian chuckled: "There are good things, but I'm afraid you can't afford the Spirit Gathering Pill."

"Oh?" Yang Teng raised his eyebrows. Can't you afford the Spirit Gathering Pill?

What he lacks the most is this thing. To him, the Spirit Gathering Pill is no different from a sugar ball.

"Let me tell you, as long as you can get good things, the Spirit-Gathering Pill is not a problem. I always trade with the best Spirit-Gathering Pill. It just depends on whether your good stuff can satisfy me."

"Refreshing! Young people speak straightforwardly, and they will become great talents in the future."

Yang Teng was speechless. The current Lao Tian really didn't have the demeanor of a great master, and he actually flattered him.

At this time, Lao Tian's apprentice, the stall owner, came over.

Before they even came close, someone from far away shouted: "Master, what if they don't know the goods! I don't believe it. There's no need to worry about not having buyers for such good things. We can't afford to beg them in a humble way."

The stall owner was so excited that he forgot that he was still dressed as a bearded man and actually spoke with a girl's voice.

Yang Teng immediately understood that the stall owner should be Lao Tian's disciple Yue Wuying.

Speaking of Yue Wuying, he is not an ordinary person. Yang Teng has heard the name of the pretty ghost hand Yue Wuying many times.

From this title, it is not difficult to see that Yue Wuying inherited Lao Tian's weapon refining skills, otherwise she would not be called the Pretty Ghost Hand.

"Wuying, don't talk nonsense. Brother Yang not only bought the riding whip, but also plans to buy more utensils. Pack it up quickly, and let's take Brother Yang to see those treasures." Lao Tian hurriedly greeted Yue Wuying.

After finally meeting a big benefactor who appreciates him, don't let him go.

Yue Wuying was stunned for a moment, and then said with joy on his face, "Master, you mean he is planning to buy more things! Okay, I'll go back and pack them up right now."

Looking at Yue Wuying's back, Yang Wenyan finally realized, "She is actually a girl! Why is she dressed up like this? It's so ugly!"

Girls all love beauty, but Yang Wenyan really couldn't figure it out. Even if she doesn't look good, she doesn't need to dress up as a bearded man.

Lao Tian said helplessly: "Miss Wen Yan said this because she doesn't understand these three trading markets. Who would want a good girl to end up like this if she doesn't do it?"

"What does this have to do with the trading market?" Yang Wenyan was even more puzzled.

"You don't know, those bastards in the law enforcement team, once they see a beautiful girl, as long as they see that the girl has no strength behind her, the consequences will be disastrous. I don't know how many girls have been ruined by those bastards. Wuying did this

It’s also helpless, it’s not just to guard against those law enforcement teams.” Lao Tian let out a long sigh.

The fourth prince's face suddenly darkened, "Asshole! What nonsense are you talking about? The law enforcement team is not as bad as you say!"

Lao Tian was so frightened that he forgot that this man was the real leader of the three trading markets. To comment on the law enforcement team like this was to seek death.

"Fourth Prince, please spare your life. The little old man is talking nonsense. The little old man will never dare to do it again." Lao Tian begged for mercy again and again.

Yang Teng couldn't stand it anymore. Is this still the famous ghost-hand Lao Tian?

"Old Tian, ​​you are right. The law enforcement team is indeed not a good thing. Just an hour ago, Wen Yan and I killed dozens of damn law enforcement team members in the morning market. Those bastards are even worse than you said.

." Yang Teng said coldly.

The fourth prince's face was as gloomy as water, and he was about to have an attack.

A young boy with a small reputation and an old man actually dare to comment on his law enforcement team!

It is simply an unpardonable sin!
Chapter completed!