Traveling back to ancient times from the Western Han Dynasty

"What? Five Moon Dews from this broken ox horn? There's no way I'm buying it!"

The woman has red circles painted under her eyes and snake-shaped earrings on her ears. She has her eyebrows raised and her hands on her waist, ready to pick up the snake whip at any time, with murderous intent about to be unleashed.

It was the first time she met someone who actively came to her door to sell goods and offered a high price. If the man had not been handsome, she would have beaten him into a pig's head no matter what!

"Someone said the same thing before, and then she gave me 100 drops of Moon Dew. Are you sure?"

Yan Fang gently shook the bone stick in his hand. He was not intimidated by the opponent's momentum at all, and his face remained calm.

After several "friendly" transactions, Yan Fang has been able to respond well to some forms of deterrence in this era.

In this vast wilderness, his strength is almost zero, but he has the bird spirit, which contains the painting ideas, and he can use the painting ideas solidified by the bird spirit.

Faced with these wild ways near the Youxiong Tribe, the spiritual energy he cultivated was indeed very fragile, so it was still easy to keep his mind stable.

Speaking of which, the woman in front of him was also extraordinary. Although her murderous intent was not directed at Yan Fang, she made him find himself in a sea of ​​blood. There were thousands of evil people in front of him, with swords and axes raised. If it weren't for the light and shadow of chance on her body, and the one who killed the guard didn't have it, Yan Fang would probably have mistaken her.

This woman seemed to be not much older than him, how had she accumulated so much murderous intent?

"Hmph! Impossible!"

The woman was slightly surprised to see that her killing intention was ineffective. She did not directly believe Yan Fang's words. How could a transaction of 100 Moon Dews appear in such an occasion? What a joke!

A clan like the Youxiong clan would need several years to collect a hundred moon dews. How could anyone take such a huge sum of money to trade with someone who didn't even have a stall? Rong Xing'er was not a fool.

"That's what you said. Look, ten moon dew drops. Do you want them?"

Yan Fang handed the crescent-shaped ox horn in his hand to the woman, and was very sure that she would pay.

This bull horn is not the horn of an ordinary bull demon, but the horn of an ox-horn yaksha, or to be more precise, a ghost horn.

Coincidentally, this ghost horn is the same as Hei Mingsi, and comes from Black Wind Mountain.

There is a place on the Black Wind Mountain which is the node between the underworld and the ancient land. Two years before Xuan was born, a large number of powerful ghosts emerged from the Black Wind Mountain. If it weren't for the concerted efforts of several large tribes at that time, this area would have turned into a ghost den.

Of course, even so, the battle still resulted in the destruction of several small tribes and one large tribe.

In those days, Fu Bao encountered such a special yaksha with ox horns. No one knew how that yaksha practiced. After being killed by Fu Bao, its body dissipated and only its two horns remained.

She had wanted to smelt it into a weapon a long time ago, but even after asking the best craftsmen of the Meteorite Tribe to try every possible means, they were unable to change its form.

At the same time, no one around here likes this kind of thing with strong negative energy, and it has not been sold for many years. Fu Bao regards it as a money-losing product and has complained about it for many years.

Sure enough, when Rong Xinger got the ghost horn, her eyes suddenly brightened. She felt that her mind became clearer when holding the horn. The horn in her hand was extremely hot, and the power that had been almost stagnant in the past two years showed a tendency to slowly grow again.

"I want it! Ten drops of moon dew, right?"

Rong Xing'er's breathing became heavier. Nothing was more important than increasing her strength, including her face.

Rong Xing'er thought about it, then took out a special animal leather bag for storing money from her waist and handed it to Yan Fang, saying, "There are about nine drops of moon dew in it. With this animal leather bag and the things inside, it should be enough!"

The storage bag nearby is worth about twenty-five spirit shells, but it is also something that is out of stock. Although Yan Fang can draw a storage space with ease after finding suitable drawing tools, he still makes a profit for now.

"So straightforward? Great!"

The other party had several storage bags on him, and Yan Fang was able to judge the price he could afford. He thought he had to guide him a little and then raise the price to five drops of Moon Dew after he became interested. He didn't expect the other party to be so straightforward, and he ended up making less money.

"Uh-huh."

After the transaction was completed, the woman left the market impatiently without saying a word, perhaps because she wanted to refine the ghost horn as soon as possible.

“That thing was really traded!”

Xuan, who watched the whole process and acted as a bodyguard, was shocked and relieved to see the transaction completed.

After he became strong enough to come to the market alone, Fubao stopped coming and just asked him to bring the ghost horn with him every time. Every time she saw him bringing the ghost horn home, she would complain about it for a long time. It was he who took the initiative to suggest the sale this time.

"Well, after deducting the share given to the six tribes, we now have 100 Moon Dews. We finally have enough money to buy some equipment. But there is no rush. We are tired after walking all the way. How about we go to the restaurant in the central area for a meal?"

Yan Fang nodded and told him the next plan. After working so hard for so long, it was natural for him to take a rest.

Unknowingly, the dominant position among the three people has shifted from Xuan to Yan Fang, of course, only in matters related to the transaction.

There were many wanderers coming and going in this big bazaar. Naturally, it was not just a place for stalls and transactions. There was also a rest and entertainment area in the center. Yan Fang and his friends had passed by there before, so Yan Fang knew something about it.

The so-called rest and entertainment area is the understanding and translation of the dialect of these areas.

In the rest and entertainment area, there are hotels, restaurants, red-light districts and the like, and the decorations and designs are all very good. It is said that these, including some special buildings of the tribe itself, were built overnight by the previous shamans to entertain ghosts and gods.

This is the ability of a large tribe. Generally, small tribes still live in caves.

After Yan and Mao had talked before, Yan Fang made some agreements with Xuan and Qing.

At the beginning, they protected Yan Fang from harm, provided protection from local forces, and provided the capital, which was the goods. Yan Fang was responsible for the transaction. After Yan Fang paid off his debts, the proceeds were divided equally among the three of them.

The two men immediately refused this free deal, and then Yan Fang said that he hoped Xuan and Qing could teach him the body-building techniques of the Youxiong tribe, and only then did the two men agree.

The body-building technique is the accumulation of the human race over many years, and it is considered a valuable low-level technique in the prehistoric world. It costs between thirty and forty drops of moon dew, but most bear people understand this thing, and it is not worth much if it is really sold.

"How many good things can you buy with more than thirty drops of moon dew?"

Qing thought with a little longing. Under normal circumstances, the valuable items in the Six Tribes Bazaar were those magic weapons that had been cast by witches and wizards, which were worth more than twenty Moon Dew at most. The rest were worth around three or four Moon Dew. As long as one didn't spend money recklessly, thirty Moon Dew could arm oneself to the teeth.

"I want to buy something nice for my mother and Ling'er."

Xuan is a good son and partner. He thinks of them first. He doesn’t know whether Fubao knows about Yuling’s existence.

"Well, with the tools, I can make real spiritual paintings."

Yan Fang was also quite looking forward to this. He didn't bring any tools with him when he came here. With his current level, if he wanted to paint a real spiritual painting, he had to prepare the corresponding tools again.

"Hey! Is that person Taishanji?"

As they were walking and approaching the restaurant, Qing suddenly pointed at a man in Taoist robes at the door and said in surprise.

"It's only been a few years, why is Taishanji back?"

Xuan was also quite surprised when he looked at the figure.

"Cultivator?"

Yan Fang looked over and saw that the man's Taoist robe was embroidered with a blue sun. He had a broad and upright face and a mustache. There was a clear aura surrounding his body, and he looked like an immortal.

Mount Tai? Mount Tai? Yan Fang was not familiar with the name Taishanji, and Xuan and the others also pronounced it incorrectly, but the first two characters always reminded Yan Fang of Mount Tai, the most famous mountain in China in his previous life. He didn't know if there was any connection...