Yuan Ming played with the undead spirit seed in his hand. This place was really a treasure. In the past, he could have traded a city for the undead spirit seed in his hand.
Rare things are valuable, and this kind of spiritual species is rare but hard to find.
Yuan Ming became a little curious about the leader of this place. If this was really an underground sin city, who would establish the rules here?
At this time, Yuan Ming unknowingly walked to a tall building, visually measuring the height of the silver-white building before Bo City.
After entering the gate, there were a lot of goods on the lobby counter, all of which were low-end items that could be bought in the upper city. Yuan Ming had no interest in staying at all, and took Mo Fan and Tang Yue to the second floor in an old-fashioned elevator.
For sale on the second floor are various monster remains, such as the teeth of a one-eyed demon wolf, the eyes of a giant-eyed orangutan...
No interest whatsoever.
Continuing upward, the things on the first ten floors are nothing more than that in Yuan Ming's opinion. Although he found some special things, he doesn't particularly care about them.
On the eleventh floor, Yuan Ming stopped in front of a big sword. The sword was completely black, and black flames burst out from time to time. A hot breath rushed towards his face.
Seeing Yuan Ming stopping in front of the sword, a slightly obese middle-aged man came over dragging his bloated body.
With a smile on his face, he glanced at Tang Yue's jade legs and determined at a glance that these three people must be rich owners. He quickly left the other old man next to him who didn't want to buy it and said: "The scales of the black flame troll
Forged after smelting, it is extremely sharp, cutting iron like clay, and is inlaid with the essence of the Black Flame Troll, which contains the power of fire. When this sword is slashed, it has a flame effect equivalent to the breath of a warrior-level Black Flame Troll.
Of course, if it can be activated by a fire magician, the power can be even stronger."
"What's the price of this sword?"
"We only accept barter. It depends on what you are willing to exchange." The middle-aged fat man said with a slight smile. Everything on the first ten floors can be purchased with money, but the things on the back need to be bartered.
The way things are.
Yuan Ming pondered for a moment, and realized that what he had the most in his hand was the essence, so he extracted a warrior-level essence from the space of the dead, glowed slightly golden in his hand, and said softly: "Is it enough?"
The middle-aged fat man was stunned for a moment when he saw the essence quietly appearing on Yuan Ming's hand. He couldn't figure out how someone could carry the essence with him without the need for an undead vessel. Could it be that he had it with him after a hunt not long ago?
, so even if there is no undead vessel, it still exists, but the quality is definitely not good.
It's not like they haven't received the essence that is about to dissipate before. However, the middle-aged fat man did not ask directly, but said respectfully: "This should be the essence of the bone-spurred wolf. I don't know when you hunted it."
Well, our Demon City should not have bone-spurred wolves, I wonder where they hunted them."
This middle-aged fat man is very respectful. He is also a magician, so he naturally knows that only strong men can hunt down warriors.
Yuan Ming didn't say much, and unknowingly took out two warrior-level spirits from the undead space. At the same time, he took out an undead vessel to store, and threw it to the giant demon flame sword that was striding in front of him, and whispered softly.
Said: "I understand what you mean, don't worry, these spirits are of very good quality."
The middle-aged fat man took the undead vessel, opened it steadily and looked at the condition. It was a high-quality product. It must be a high-quality product. Although he didn't know how the young man managed to preserve it. With more than ten years of experience, he would not be wrong in the appraisal.
At the same time, he thought that the young man in front of him had probably killed three warrior-level demons, and he couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. There was no need to say more about this man's strength.
In addition, this undead vessel can store at least three, gray-white magic energy! Oh my God, I almost ignored this detail, Necromancer, is the young man in front of me a Necromancer?
"I understand, I'm an honored guest. It's enough for three souls to buy the Troll Flame Sword." The fat man's voice could be clearly heard to be lower than before. Such a magician is not what he, a junior mage, can do.
Neglectful.
Yuan Ming took off the Troll Flame Sword. This sword belonged exclusively to the fire mage, but it was not sold to him. He turned around and threw it to Mo Fan and said, "This sword is for you!"
The Troll Flame Sword is just right for Mo Fan, who possesses explosive flames, otherwise Yuan Ming would not have chosen it among the many treasures.
After Mo Fan took the sword, he was stunned for a moment, and then he burst into laughter. The benefits of this thing to him are self-evident, and he took a deep look at Yuan Ming's turned back.
From all the interactions with Mo Fan, Yuan Ming felt that although Mo Fan was unprofitable, he was undeniably a brother who repaid his kindness and was loyal. In addition, he was the guardian of the Azure Dragon Vessel, so he was very interested in Mo Fan.
Mo Fan was even more generous.
After the middle-aged fat man put away the undead vessel, he followed Yuan Ming with a gentle smile on his face. It looked like a professional smile that he had practiced frequently. It seemed that he regarded himself as a young master of aristocratic families.
Yuan Ming glanced at the middle-aged fat man, nodded slightly and said, "No need to follow, we like to be quiet."
The middle-aged fat man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said more humbly: "My name is Xiaosan. I don't know your name. Are you a magician for that organization?"
"I don't belong to any family. As for the name, I don't think you need to know it." Yuan Ming glanced at the mistress indifferently. Although he didn't have any objection to this person in his current contacts, Yuan Ming couldn't say he liked him either.
There is no need to get acquainted.
However, the mistress didn't mind Yuan Ming's attitude at all. In the world of magicians, the strong are respected, and it is normal for Yuan Ming to be a little arrogant. The mistress stood beside Yuan Ming, bowed slightly and said: "Customer, customer, we are in the magic city of Zhao."
My family has always wanted to hire a necromancer. If you can join our family, I can convey any requirements to our family head."
"There is no need to join your family. I don't want to be restricted, but cooperation is not a bad idea." Naturally, Yuan Ming was not going to put his words to death. The reason why he exchanged his soul for the Troll Flame Sword was because he had some thoughts.
, I didn’t expect the mistress to take the bait so quickly.
"Cooperation? That's okay. How do you plan to cooperate? We can provide you with a large amount of raw materials for refining." In Xiao San's opinion, what the Necromancer lacks most is probably raw materials.
I heard that the failure rate of refining undead vessels is extremely high. This kind of money-burning exercise is not something that an ordinary person can afford.
Yuan Ming glanced at the mistress and said: "I don't lack raw materials. As for how to cooperate, I haven't thought about it yet. I just came here today to take a look and buy a few things I like."
Hearing Yuan Ming's words, a look of disappointment flashed in Li Fu's eyes. Yuan Ming had no shortage of raw materials, and he didn't even think of a way to cooperate. I'm afraid it was just perfunctory.
Yuan Ming walked straight away. It was difficult to attract Yuan Ming's attention to the various treasures along the way. He continued upward and reached the top floor. The top floor was obviously heavily guarded. In front of every item, there was basically a person wearing a uniform.