I, Shushan Juggernaut, signed in Jianzhong for a hundred years

"The number is right, take it!"

The vicissitudes of the middle-aged man said still half asleep and half awake, as if the stalls and things in front of him were not his, and the hearts of those who watched were a little entangled.

"it is good!"

Yang Ming smiled slightly. He was not slow in his hands. He picked up a few pieces of black ore and put them in the storage bag.

"Wait, those broken stones are interesting, I want them!"

A slightly exaggerated and arrogant voice sounded from not far away, and at the same time rushed away with a force of artistic conception that was hard to see with the naked eye.

He wanted to stop the two of them.

A look of surprise appeared on the corner of Yang Ming's mouth, but he didn't expect that he also encountered the bloody scene in the plot of the novel.

It's also my fault that the ontology is too nerdy, I haven't experienced this kind of life of shopping and treasure hunting.

"Humph!"

Chen Xuanjing snorted coldly, and with a flick of his sleeves, he circulated his spiritual power to neutralize the coercion rushing towards them.

"Hey, what the hell?"

Some surprised discussions came from the east side of the street.

Several young men and women.Wearing strange clothes that are very different from those in the human world, a dozen or four servants walked behind him.

The leader is a young man wearing a hat that resembles a white cloth.

He has a handsome face and is two meters tall, but his eyebrows are particularly thick, and his whole body is a bit dark.

But the arrogance on his face was hard to hide.

It seems to be the leader of these people, or the leader, anyway, there are not many young men and women around to say compliments.

An arrogant and domineering master is still the second generation.

Yang Ming ignored it.

"I didn't expect that you two country bumpkins still have two hands, but I think the things in your hands are not bad. I didn't expect to see such interesting things in this small place."

"Take it out! If it interests me, I'll reward you with something good."

It was obvious that this young man dressed as Ah San spoke to Yang Ming in a tone of commanding a servant, and Chen Xuanjing next to him snorted coldly again.

After clapping his hands, he wanted to rush forward and have a good theory with these guys.

But Yang Ming waved his hand, patted him on the shoulder and said.

"It's okay, who these people are, I don't know which bumps came out, don't let them affect our mood."

"Boss, the money and the goods are cleared. I took the things away." Yang Ming nodded and put the storage bag on his body.

The vicissitudes of the middle-aged man nodded, closed his eyes and continued to doze off.

Seeing Yang Ming, the man who looked like Ah San ignored him, took his things and ran towards the other side of the street.

His eyes suddenly became angry.

Looking at his companions behind him, he felt that his majesty and face had been beaten by a few young people in this small place.

"Staller, how much are these pieces of ore? I paid three times the price for it."

"I'm sorry, the item has already been sold, and it belongs to this little brother."

The vicissitudes of the middle-aged man was not moved by the price or actions of the arrogant man at all, and he still said lightly.

"Brother Ah San, who came out of nowhere, really regards this road as his own, and there is a bag in his head..."

"Stop, I want what's on your body, let's make a price! 100 million spirit stones, haven't you seen so many? It's enough for you to practice until your next life."

The arrogant third brother shouted there.

Yang Ming and Chen Xuanjing simply ignored this and continued to go their own way.

No matter what kind of powerful force he is in the six realms of heaven and earth, he is still a son of a family with a lot of background.