[69 Book Bar - www.] On the first day of the talent and strength test, the discord between the four major families and the sarcastic remarks in the inner hall spread throughout Taiping City the next day, especially between the heads of the Ouyang family and the Wu family. He performed a double act and used Luo Ziye's insinuations to try to win over the head of the Luo family.
Testing the talent and strength, Ouyang Tianwu's high-level power and the third-level talent were enviable. At that time, it was said that Ouyang Xiao proudly glanced at the heads of the other three major families, with a look of dismay on his face, until Luo Cheng suddenly emerged, and Wu Zhi A high-level force warrior with an eighth-level talent; when his talent completely defeated Ouyang Tian, Ouyang Xiao's expression could be described as changing.
In the end, Luo Ziye's test caused the crystal to break, which was even more shocking.
In Taiping City, the main street, Taiping Street, has seen a surge in the number of people, three times the usual number of people. Young strong men who have practiced martial arts from all the villages and towns near Taiping City have gathered in Taiping City to test their martial power and talents.
"Brother Ziye, let's go take a look in front, okay!" Ling'er's two watery eyes looked at Ziye charmingly, and she held Ziye's arms with both hands and said coquettishly.
There were many people gathered not far in front, and I didn’t know what was going on. Women’s talent is gossip. Although Ling’er is still a young girl, she has obviously begun to develop women’s talent for gossip.
"Let's go over and have a look!" Zi Ye said to Ling'er with a smile. He did not listen to Luo Cheng's advice and hide at home; instead, he took Ling'er shopping the next day.
In the circle formed by the crowd, a young man was performing martial arts in the street. There was a corpse not far from him. It seemed that he was performing martial arts to bury his father. People coming and going were moved by his actions and stopped to look. Hold him.
Some people threw the knife coins in, and if there was one, there were two. People threw the knife coins to the boy one after another.
"Brother Ziye, he is so pitiful!! Can we help him? Woohoo~" Ling'er looked at the young man's eyes red while he was performing martial arts, and she started to cry as she spoke.
"Friend, how many coins do you need to bury your father?" Ziye used actions to tell Ling'er that he was willing to help this young man; Baishan filial piety comes first, and for the sake of his late father, he can abandon the dignity of a warrior and perform martial arts on the street. How can he be evil? Where to go?
The young man was wearing white linen clothes, and there were some large patches on the linen clothes. The white spots were due to too many washes, and those large patches were made with rough techniques; perhaps his experience was somewhat similar to someone in his previous life. , maybe it was really because Ling'er wanted to help the young man, so he asked the young man to stop.
"Ten silver sword coins!" Seeing someone walking in, the young man stopped his martial arts performance and said sadly.
"Go bury your father!" Ziye took out a purse with the word "spiritual" on it from his arms, took out a gold knife coin from it and gave it to the young man, asking him to bury his father.
The young man took the gold sword coin without any pretense, knelt down and kowtowed to Ziye three times, and said, "I, Nalan Fei, will definitely repay this kindness and virtue in the future!" His firm tone and resolute eyes made Ziye feel in his heart. The string was plucked.
"After you finish your work, come to Luo's house to find me; tell Luo Ziye's name!" After saying this, Ziye pulled Ling'er away from the crowd; he unintentionally accepted Nalan Fei, and from now on he became, in the Blood Prison Continent. His spokesperson became the blood prison Shura who made people fearful.
No need for the future, just come and avenge your father's death. This is what Zi Ye means. Looking at Zi Ye's leaving figure, he was stunned for a while. Nalan Fei picked up his father's body and left to bury his father. .
The crowd dissipated, and Ziye Ling'er and the two of them had arrived on Flower Street.
“Come and take a look, take a look, don’t miss it if you pass by, it’s on sale, it’s on clearance!”
"Rouge, the best rouge! Girl, do you want rouge?"
"Candied haws on a stick, sell candied haws on a stick!"
Vendors on both sides of Flower Street are selling goods and hawking; Flower Street is a hodgepodge of places. The first third sells daily necessities for ordinary people. In the third third, there is a sign stating that mortals are not allowed to enter, and stalls are set up inside.
What they sell is blood beast cores, furs, rare treasures, medicinal herbs and other various things.
After walking through a third of the flower street, Ziye smiled when he looked at the sign stating "Mortals are not allowed to enter." This place used to be a restricted area for him, but now he can go in in person and see the elegance inside.
When Ling'er saw the smile on Zi Ye's face, she also smiled happily; her little hand held Zi Ye's arm harder.
"Come in!"
Two-thirds of the flower street is lined with stalls on both sides, with many people coming and going in the middle. There are so many people that you can't see with your eyes how many people there are.
Flower Street is also called a selling paradise by adventurers, while local people in Taiping City call the two-thirds of the area behind Flower Street Martial Arts Street.
"Um!"
Ziye and Ling'er entered Martial Arts Street hand in hand. The first store they encountered was a stall set up by a middle-aged man. There were a dazzling array of items on it, including blood beast cores, weapons, and other items.
Pills, and some strange and unspeakable things.
"Little brother, it looks like you are going to go to the Blood Beast Forest to practice!" The middle-aged man said while looking at the boy and girl in Chinese clothes in front of him, but he was already thinking about how to kill the two of them. As the saying goes, don't kill the pig if you have it.
, three generations poor, how could he let go of such an opportunity.
"Well, I plan to go to the Blood Beast Forest to 'play'." Seeing that he believed that he was a playboy, Ziye had no choice but to continue pretending to be a playboy.
"Little brother, you can take a look at the things on the stall, and I'll give you a half discount on whatever you like. How about it? That's fun!" The stall owner laughed, showing his generosity. People who know him well will appreciate it when they meet him.
With this look, I knew that Mr. Wang was about to kill him with a knife.
"Show me that animal skin!" He glanced over and saw that the things on this stall were ordinary and common, but there were actually many fakes. However, when Ziye glanced at the animal skin, his heart skipped a beat.
"Okay, little brother, you have such a sharp eye. I heard that this animal skin is the skin under the reverse scales of an ancient divine dragon. You can tell it at a glance. I must have reached the level of a warrior with my martial arts power!" The stall owner hurriedly pinched her.
Smiling, the flattery is given; in his opinion, who doesn't like flattery in this world? Why should he be a child of a nobleman?
Taking the animal skin from the stall owner's hand, Ziye felt happy. Maybe people in this world didn't know what it was, but he knew what it was; this was not the skin of an ancient dragon at all, but the skin of the holy beast Qilin.
Skin.
"How do you sell this skin?" Ziye looked at the stall owner playfully. He was determined to get this unicorn skin; but he also didn't want to be slaughtered as a pig.
"This... isn't expensive! It only costs thirty silver sword coins!"
"Ten copper knife coins, that's too much, don't want it!"
This piece of skin was indeed worthless in the eyes of others, but in Ziye's hands, it might be worthless; he suppressed the excitement in his heart and looked like it didn't matter.
"Everyone takes a step back. A silver knife coin. If it's too little, I won't sell it. If it's too much, I won't give it to you!"
"make a deal!"
A silver knife coin is just drizzle to Ziye, but to an ordinary family, a silver knife coin is a month's ration for an ordinary family of three.
Taking the 'animal skin' bought with a silver knife coin, Ziye turned around and left the stall; although no one knew the unicorn skin, there were quite a lot of discerning people in the martial arts street, a place where dragons and snakes were mixed.
Seeing it, it is inevitably too expensive.
"Brother Ziye, what's wrong?" Ling'er asked doubtfully, noticing the difference between Ziye's behavior and Ping's behavior. Ling'er wondered why Brother Ziye was so excited about buying a broken skin?
"Shh, Linger, let's talk after we get back!" Zi Ye paid a little attention to the surroundings and said softly.
"Yeah!" Linger nodded softly and said.
After leaving the first street stall, Ziye and he continued shopping.
For those with high eyesight, the street stalls on Budao Street are simply a gold mining place. Of course, for those with low eyesight, this place is a hell that eats people without spitting out bones.
"Don't be too shameless. The price for this broken sword is ten gold sword coins. You might as well go and grab it. Eighty silver sword coins, no more!" The black-faced boy pointed at the short and thin man on the stall.
The old man was spitting, showing no sign of respecting the elderly and caring for the young.
"Don't pull me down, you want me now and you won't sell me!" the thin old man said, looking at the black-faced man with disdain.
"You don't want to sell it, but I still insist on buying it! There is nothing in this Martial Arts Street that I, Long San, can't buy!"
"Ah, he is the weapon-refining genius Long San!"
"The old man will suffer a lot this next week!"
"I heard that Long San was accepted as a closed disciple by the elder of the Refining Pavilion!"
In the middle of Martial Arts Street, the weapon-refining genius Long San fell in love with the broken sword on the stall of the short and thin old man Zhou Quanquan. The conflict between the two attracted the attention of the surrounding adventurers, mercenaries and other strong men.
Hearing the commotion over there, Ziye pulled Ling'er over just to watch the excitement.
"Come on, everyone, why does Long San bully others? Isn't this a forced purchase?" Old man Zhou felt regretful when he heard someone in the crowd recognized him as Long San. If he found out, he would have sold, and he wouldn't be riding a tiger now.
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The matter had nothing to do with him, and no one onlookers dared to speak for Old Man Zhou. The Weapon Refining Pavilion was so powerful, and how could little shrimps like them afford to offend him?
"Old Immortal, I'll offer you a copper knife coin, it's up to you whether you sell it or not!" Long San, the black-faced boy, looked at Old Man Zhou with a proud look on his face and said.
"Long San, you go too far. For this broken sword, our old man's team was almost wiped out. You want to buy it for a copper sword coin? You...you..." Old man Zhou almost lost his temper and frowned.
Veins popped up on his face, indicating that he was ready to take action.
"I just bullied you, what? Kill me! I gave you the courage, do you dare? Do you dare?" The black-faced Long San's face was gloomy. If his identity had not been seen through, maybe he would be merciful.
He wanted to give him more sword coins, but what he was fighting for now was not the price, but face. He had just been accepted as a closed disciple by the elder of the Refining Pavilion, and he was determined not to lose face.
"You...you...poof..." Old man Zhou didn't recover for a moment and was so angry that he vomited blood.
When the kind-hearted Ling'er saw Old Zhou being bullied by the black-faced boy, he couldn't help but gently pulled Zi Ye's little hand and looked at him with a pleading look on his face.