Traveling back to ancient times from the Western Han Dynasty

The woman revealed her true identity and left shortly afterwards, leaving behind a crowd of people discussing the matter.

"Alas, we have seen that stone before, and we didn't feel anything. How can it have the energy of Jiamu?"

"Do you think there is still the scent of Jiamu in Black Wind Mountain?"

"What else are you asking? Go quickly, it will be too late if you are any later."

"Why are you going? Didn't you see the Red Banshee also flew over there? Do you still want to snatch something from her?"

"Red Banshee? Could she be the new and famous demon clan member recently? It is said that she has killed many old and powerful demons!"

"With that fire-washed robe gone, there will be no more Red Banshee."

The people around would occasionally glance at Yan Fang, who was holding a red robe in his left hand and a tight white jade bottle in his right hand, with a confused look on his face.

If they were not still in the market area at this time, Yan Fang's identity as a painter and his eyesight would have made them wary, and some of them would have long wanted to snatch his possession.

"What is this all about?"

Ignoring the comments of the spectators, Yan Fang looked confused, still recalling the woman's words in his mind.

"I don't have that much spiritual fluid, what should I do?"

The words were spoken softly, like an ignorant girl experiencing distress for the first time, but to those who cared, they sounded a bit threatening, and the aura was so strong that even bystanders felt a little scared, not to mention the person involved.

Nuwa set up a safety zone for the human race, but prohibited experts from taking action, and did not prohibit powerful people from entering and leaving the area. Yan Fang thought at the time that for the sake of peace, he gave the things away for free.

"Although I can't remember clearly, it should be my family who told me not to owe karma to others casually. This fire rat fur coat is for you."

The red witch said this, stroking her clothes reluctantly.

"You have to take good care of her like you treat me."

She pulled the red dress with her white hands, and the strings untied themselves. She threw the dress again, and it fell into Yan Fang's hands. Before Yan Fang had time to observe the clothes under the red robe, the dress had disappeared without a trace.

"Why do women like to give me gifts?"

This was the second time I had come to the prehistoric world, right? Yan Fang wondered if he had any luck in picking flowers, and he began to doubt his judgment of colors. The color rules he had summarized during the Western Han Dynasty didn't seem to be very useful here.

According to what the Red Banshee said, the Jiamu energy is indeed comparable to the sum of ten drops of moon dew and fire-washing clothes for her, which means a lot.

This fire-washed clothing is not the clothing made of asbestos in reality.

In the ancient times, this product was made from the fur of the spiritual beast Fire Rat. It allowed people to survive in fire and had the ability to self-repair. It was a coveted product for wood practitioners and monsters, and it greatly reduced the restraint of fire magic on them. Even a hundred drops of extremely pure moon dew were difficult to replace, and it was a priceless treasure.

Just hand this woman over to him like this?

Others don't know the details of this evil woman, but he knows that this woman is most likely of the wood element in this life, and fire-proof clothing should be very rare for her.

Unless... this woman obtained very important information from his blue opportunity, which is his memory of his previous life, and the Jiamu Qi is very important to her, or it is a very important clue.

This also means that Yan Fang did not understand the opportunity well enough, which led to the mistake.

This made Yan Fang look at Qing beside him with depression, which made Qing feel confused.

They both have the blue chance, why is there such a big gap between Qing and the other girl? Qing is the one who made the mistake!

Of course, she is not as strong as the small fry said. They have no idea what a big monster is. The Red Banshee is only slightly stronger than the third leader Cang, and is on par with the big leader Hao.

"I hope this woman doesn't do anything big..."

After deciding to be high-profile, the first thing that happened was this. Yan Fang was a little tired, but he still had to be high-profile. The fact that he was dazed just now was already very damaging to his image. Yan Fang tried hard to cheer up.

After Yan Fang was ready, he turned to look at Mao who was also in a daze and said, "Uncle Mao, do I have to pay the commission?"

Yan Fang was a little troubled about how to address this neither-young-nor-young man. It was not convenient to call him by his name directly. If he was an old man, he could still call him old man like he called the Fiery Red Banshee.

He also thought about calling the other party master, but thought it would be too embarrassing since he had already won.

He already had the power of cheating, so why would he bully an old man who had worked hard in the tribe for fifty or sixty years? Actually, the other party did a good job in his job, but he was more targeted at Xuan and him, and was more insidious.

Yan Fang initially wanted to sell the goods just to make the other party take him seriously and did not want to make enemies. However, he did not expect that he was too high-profile and had already stomped on the other party's face. The rhythm was completely out of his control.

"Do you have enough spirit shells? I calculated that your clothes were sold for 110 Moon Dews. You don't have 33 Jade Dews now, do you? What else do you want me to sell?"

Mao was also stunned when he heard Yan Fang's words, and sighed inwardly. He knew that there was no way to trick this kid, so he had to adjust his mentality and shamelessly pretend that nothing had happened and started talking to Yan Fang about the profit sharing.

Yan Fang's behavior was illegal trade without a stall, and it was done under the eyes of everyone. If Mao didn't admit it, he would most likely get into trouble.

Besides, Yan Fang will have to rely on Xuan and Qing in the future, so he cannot violate Youxiong's rules in front of them and evade taxes. Therefore, he still has to pay the share, and the previous agreement is just a joke.

When the items are brought here for trading, the six major tribes will take 30% of them. Normally, one Black Nether Stone is equivalent to three Spirit Shells near the Youxiong Tribe, and Xuan's final harvest is only one-tenth of the Spirit Shells.

Well, there are no points here, and there are no scallops below Lingbei. They can be replaced with other things of equal value.

At the same time, it would be fine if there were a lot of Black Nether Stones, but it would be a hassle to stuff only one into the package, which is a thankless task. From here we can also see that Xuan is also very concerned about it, but he would forget to bring it with him in times of crisis...

"Hmm..., Xuan, Qing, shall we go there together? I remember there's a nice guy there."

Seeing that Mao did not make things difficult for them and also loudly informed the others about the profit sharing, Yan Fang felt relieved. He knew that Mao was a smart man and would not do anything unnecessary, at least nothing would happen on the surface. So he took out the bone stick from the shelf and pulled the still dazed Xuan and Qing outside.

.......

"uncle!"

Seeing that everyone had dispersed, the burly Miss Lan shook her spear-like arm in a coquettish manner, without saying anything else.

"This Yan Fang is not an ordinary person, don't provoke Xuan again!"

Mao sighed and pushed his niece's hand away. To be honest, he had wasted many years, and it was really painful to be pulled by his niece's brute force. Then he continued: "Speaking of which, Xuan is also a good candidate, and you are also a good girl, otherwise..."

"I don't want to. Xuan is so skinny, how can she be worthy of me? I heard that she likes fairies!"

Lan is considered a great beauty according to the mainstream aesthetic of the Youxiong tribe, so she is quite confident.

Although she responded with her words, there was a hint of disapproval in her eyes. She felt that her once wise and mighty uncle had grown old, and after being frightened, he dared not face Xuan and the others again.

There was a figure in the crowd looking at Lan, with a gleam in his eyes.