Eternal Gate

On the noisy street, Zhao Yun stopped and walked.

The God Realm is the God Realm, and there are many treasures.

Of course, the price of a good baby also looks very good-looking. A local tyrant like him can't hold back and bleeds. Walking down half a street, he seems to be approaching the poor.

Money...of course not for nothing.

Look at Xian Lei, the domineering Lei Wei is enough to bluff people.

Look at the Huntianhuo, the blazing flames are also more destructive.

Compared with the two of them, the most powerful one is Longyuan, the master's natal weapon, there is food to eat wherever he goes, and every time a battle is fought, it can eat enough. Up to now, its rank has been killed. At the peak of the demigod, however, the master's realm is suppressed, and it is difficult for it to transform into a divine weapon.

Eh?

On the side of the street, Zhao Yun suddenly stopped.

Looking to the left, I saw that young man who was exactly the same as Ziyi Housheng.

The difference is that the young man has changed into a coarse sackcloth, which is full of dust. No matter where he looks at it, he looks like a wanderer who lives and sleeps in the open, with traces of time engraved on his body.

In this way, there should be nothing wrong with calling him a tourist in the world of mortals.

When he looked, the tourists in the world had already found an open space in the street and set up stalls, selling secret artifacts and magic weapons, as well as three or two pills of low grade, in addition to a strange The flame, which can ignite the vision of a lotus flower, is extremely extraordinary.

Now that I ran into it, Zhao Yun would never miss it, and arrived like the wind in three or two steps.

This time the distance was getting closer, and when he was picking and choosing, he still didn't forget to take a peek at this tourist in the world of mortals.

The difference from before is that this time he has seen through it. This person's blood is mediocre, and his aptitude is also ordinary. Except for the face that he remembers deeply, he can't find any surprises.

"Fellow daoist, do you have something you fancy." The tourist in the world of mortals smiled.

"What's the price?" Zhao Yun took a sip of his wine and casually pointed to the flame.

"Three drops."

"Three...drops?"

Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, can the divine stone be counted as "drops"?

"Three drops of original blood." The tourist in the world of mortals said Hu Lun.

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Yun's raised brows unconsciously frowned again.

What do you mean, this little Void Realm can see through his bloodline?

When he frowned, another person gathered in front of the booth. It was a thin old man with a beard and a stable fairy king. Except for a little sluggishness, there was nothing else.

"It's kind of interesting."

As the thin old man said, he picked up a picture of mountains and rivers from the booth, and slowly spread it out, holding a special magnifying glass, as if studying an antique, looking at it seriously.

Although this picture is dilapidated, it has hidden meanings. After repeated research, some artistic concepts can be found if it is not complete.

Zhao Yun has already understood this, but it is of little use to him.

"How do you sell this picture?" the thin old man asked while researching.

"Three drops."

"Three drops of urine?"

Zhao Yun was instantly amused, and there was no sense of disobedience in this connection.

"Fellow Daoist was joking, it's three drops of original blood." The tourist in the world of mortals smiled slightly.

"It's the first time I've seen you selling things like this." The skinny old man put away the magnifying glass, and randomly extracted three drops of blood. He has no special blood, and the original blood is worthless, so let's get a good deal!

Human nature is greedy, once you pick up a bargain, you still want to ask for some oil and water.

The skinny old man belonged to this number. He bought a map of mountains and rivers, and then stared at the flame on the booth. Anyway, his original blood is worthless, since it can be exchanged for treasure, it doesn't hurt to put more blood.

"This flame, I..."

"Let's play."

Before the thin old man could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Yun.

When he said this, he showed a little demigod-level coercion.

The thin old man's mood trembled, he laughed suddenly, turned around and ran away.

After he left, Zhao Yun was still standing there, thinking to himself, this tourist in the world of mortals is really a weird person, he doesn't care about blood even if he has ordinary blood.

"This fire, I want it."

Mr. Zhao smiled and took three drops of blood, but it wasn't his blood.

Then, the white-bearded old man is still in his eternal world, sleeping soundly?

Since it is a god, the old man's blood is naturally divine blood.

In order not to frighten the tourists in the world, he wiped away the divine power in the blood.

"Keep it."

Visitors from the world of mortals would not refuse any visitors, so they took the original blood and handed over the flames.

Zhao Yun took it away with a flick of his sleeve, took one last look at the man, turned around and walked away.

"This Lei Bufan, I accept it."

"Senior, your asking price is too expensive."

"Can it be cheaper, I'm poor."

On the spacious street, Zhao Yun went shopping all the way.

The **** stone is not enough, the baby can make it up, he is rushing to go bankrupt.

When the baby was gone, he was witty and set his sights on the old man with white beard.

God! The qi and blood are majestic, and it won't cause any serious problems if you put a few catties of original blood.

Most importantly, divine blood is worth a fortune! Using it... is much easier to use than the divine stone.

"It belongs to your uncle."

Thanks to the old man with a white beard who was beaten into a daze, if he was awake, he would definitely yell at him.

Mr. Zhao doesn't care about this and that, the more he lets go, the easier it is. For this reason, he also found a good reason for himself: borrow it and use it, and when the old man has more money, I will make up for you.

"Who? . . . Who is it?"

Suddenly, there was a violent shout, which resounded through the street.

Nai Guiyang, who appeared out of nowhere, was yelling at the top of his voice, and it's no wonder he was so angry, whoever lost a baby pimple would be in a better mood.

"did not hear it."

Zhao Yun should do whatever he wants, whoever he loves.

He has a good temper, but there are those who have a bad temper, such as the old woman with disheveled hair, and the chubby old man, who are not used to him at all, and directly use the pressure of the gods.

Guiyang was also sad, the murderer was not found, and he was injured all over again.

When he walked, he limped, staggering like a drunk.

The gods... were also raised by their fathers and mothers. If there is too much blood, it will be unbearable.

At this moment, the old man with white beard is extremely anemic, and he can't even sleep well.

"It can't be played anymore."

Mr. Zhao glanced at it, he was really embarrassed to let people bleed again.

The original blood is the essence of a body, if it is released again, it will damage humanity.

"Boss...there is thunder."

Xian Lei flew and yelled for a while.

No need for him to say that Zhao Yun has also seen a silver thunderbolt on a booth not far away, shining brightly, it is absolutely immortal thunder, and the power of thunder is domineering.

Money is tight, and Mr. Zhao's confidence is also slightly insufficient.

Looking at him in the Eternal Realm, there is no half a fairy stone, and there is no half a magic weapon.

There are also pills, which are also exchanged for Leihuo, and if you want to buy treasures, you can only use artifacts, or, if you put some blood on yourself, you can't exchange it with Primordial Purple Qi.

"This mine...is quite expensive!" Zhao Yun stood in front of the booth.

"Well, it's worth the money." The stall owner was still an old man, with his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette, and the smoke was swirling. He wasn't cultivating immortals, but he was going to heaven.

"What price?" Zhao Yun asked.

"One hundred thousand." The old man knocked the cigarette ash.

When it was over, he added half a sentence, "No counter-offer."

"It's so embarrassing!" Zhao Yun didn't speak, but his demeanor represented everything.

"Why did you come here?" When he was melancholy, a soft voice came from behind him.

Looking back, it was the Ancient God Xingyue.

Seeing it, he suddenly showed a bright smile, "Senior, I have a heartless request."

"But it's okay to say." Ancient God Xingyue smiled softly.

"Can you... lend me some money."

"How many."

"One hundred thousand."

"I still have something to do, let's go first."

"..."