It's a pity that the old man waved his finger, "One hundred thousand." ” Wang Meng and the fat man are all fluted, 100,000 It's really a black shop "Black shop, black shop, why don't you go and grab it" The fat man jumped up, which was simply insulting his IQ.
The old man's cigarette pouch pointed to the roof, and there was a sword mound hanging outside, and there was indeed a sign inside, which said two black shops with big black characters.
Wang Meng smiled bitterly, the old man is playing with them, but if people don't want to sell it, forget it.
"Boss, is there anything cheaper?"
Wang Meng asked subconsciously.
The old man slowly stood up and looked at the fat man and Wang Meng, "This little fat man's talent is barely improvised, natural four layers, archer potential, it's a pity that such a fat archer has no future, you, it's very ordinary, in fact, it's not suitable for being a cultivator, and it's even more wrong to choose sword cultivation." ” Zhang Xiaojiang's face turned red instantly, saying that he could, but it was not okay to say Wang Meng, "Old guy, are you looking for a fight, how can you speak, my brother Meng is a new disciple appointed by the elders of the Sword Sect."
The old man was stunned for a moment, then sighed again, turned around, and muttered, "The Sword Sect is also rotten." ” The fat man is a fire, this old man dares to be so arrogant in front of the thunder and light shuangba.
"Forget it, forget it, let's go."
Although he was angry in his heart, Wang Meng was not going to worry about an old man, and in fact, after this temple test, he also knew that his talent was indeed not very good, and what people said was also the truth.
However, the more this is the case, the more Wang Meng is dissatisfied, and the more others say that he can't do it, the more he has to bump into it, and he has to listen to others in life, so what is the strength of life Out of the store, the fat man spent three minutes holding back a stinky fart, which was his poison gas attack, Yaya's, a typical pretending to be a black shop, cursing him to close down quickly.
I have to say that the little fat man still holds a grudge.
After such a fuss, Wang Meng lost the interest in buying weapons, so he went to the messenger market to search, and there were all kinds of demons, but Wang Meng was a little less interested in spending money to buy such useless things, but he really needed a convenient communication.
"Young man, let's have a tiger demon, look at this tooth, the growth is extremely high" To be honest, it's really dazzling, demon beasts are fierce beasts that live in small worlds, they can absorb the vitality between heaven and earth just like cultivators, and some are even stronger than cultivators.
The weaker ones can be tamed directly, collectively known as goblins, and can be used as messengers, mounts, and even in battle.
However, all powerful demon beasts are extremely difficult to be tamed, only cultivators who meet the right fate will follow, and once they follow, they will never betray, collectively known as spirit beasts, spirit beasts are far more reliable than people, but they are completely unattainable.
A little better little demon, the price is not affordable by ordinary people, Wang Meng has legs and feet, but he doesn't want to waste money in this kind of place, he just wants to choose a messenger, so it's very simple, the most common is the finch demon, in the demon class is like a sparrow like a big road goods, as soon as Wang Meng heard that Wang Meng wanted the finch demon, the burning enthusiasm in the boss's eyes was extinguished all of a sudden, no profit.
"Look for yourself, this circle is all fifty yuan a piece, if you say it first, you will not return it."
The boss led the two to Nestle, where there were dozens of little sparrows, and then went to take care of the other customers.
For Wang Meng, the easy-to-raise little finch demon is suitable, there are all kinds of colorful in it, and it can really pick the eye, but a finch demon in the corner of Nestle attracted Wang Meng's attention.
"The red one is good."
Wang Meng pointed to the corner.
"Brother Meng, you're wrong, the more fancy and bright the color of the finch demon, the better, this guy is drooping, there is no luster at all, maybe he was injured when he was caught, it's not easy to raise, forget it."
Wang Meng stared at the little red finch demon inside, the little finch demon seemed to feel the attention of strangers, and his small eyes swept Wang Meng's glance, although he was weak, his eyes were very bright.
"I want it" Hearing this, the boss came over and saw that Wang Meng wanted the remnant, "Don't say that I lied to you, this one is a little injured, it is eight folds, and you can't return it alive or dead."
"Okay" Wang Meng is very refreshing.
The little finch demon arrived in Wang Meng's hands, and did not struggle, Wang Meng liked its eyes very much, just like himself, the injured and unfamiliar environment did not seem to intimidate it at all, Wang Meng was a man who relied on intuition.
The boss was impatient to send the two away, forty yuan is also a piece, in fact, he doesn't know when there is an injured little sparrow. , It's just that when the little red finch demon left, the little finch demon in the cage suddenly became active, chirping non-stop, as if sending away something terrible.
"Brother Meng, why do you buy it, alas, how can this guy pick up girls, or I'll cut the meat and give you the ball" Wang Meng shook his head, "Excuse me, you two are quite compatible."
Although the little finch demon on Wang Meng's shoulder was listless, when he heard the little fat man's contempt, he even gave a disdainful look.
Wang scratched the chin of the little fire sparrow, "The little guy has quite a personality, and he is very dissatisfied with you. ” "Hehe, it must be contaminated with Brother Meng's temperament, let's name it."
Wang Meng pondered for a moment, "How about Xiaohong" The little red finch demon on his shoulder rolled his eyes.
The fat man stumbled and almost fell, "Brother, brother, do you dare to be a little creative, this is in the Holy Temple, do we brothers still have faces, it doesn't matter if our temperament is almost important, we have to get back in the name" The fat man clenched his fists and said, "How about calling it an overlord?"
The little finch demon closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate, and it turned out that he had met a pair of idiots.
"It's too earthy, how simple and clear fifty pieces is directly beautiful," Wang Meng said.
"It's only worth forty yuan, or it's very distinctive."
Fat people are still very good at calculating small accounts.
"It's good, it's called eight-fold, fatty, it's not simple, your IQ has improved, and you have depth" "Haha, it's all good for Brother Meng's education" In this way, the name of the little finch demon was set as "eight-fold", which is indeed very straightforward and clear.
A low-level demon like the Sparrow Demon is the most common kind, a real messenger, unable to carry people, but the communication problem is solved, Wang Meng doesn't care about these things, he doesn't go to the temple to pretend to be forced, but really wants to learn the method of cultivation.
Although it was not perfect, it was finally rewarded, and both of them were very happy.
After a day of shopping, I also grew a lot of knowledge, the two had a full meal, and the fat man went to play with his balls, which is called cultivating feelings, but in fact, it is to pick up girls, under the banner of the temple bow repair, Hu Jing, who has always rejected the fat man, may also be shaken.
And Wang Meng is concentrating on practicing his own Pei Yuan Gong, punching one punch at a time, this is a basic skill, you must study and practice hard, in his bones, Wang Meng feels that the bearded elder believes his words, and he can't slack off.
Ba Fold on the side stayed a little listlessly, and his small eyes showed a very human taste, as if he couldn't cry or laugh at Wang Meng's practice.
However, Wang Meng practiced quite energetically, and the sound of humming continued.
After practicing sweating profusely, his whole body was comfortable, and then he suddenly found that Bazhi was looking at him with small eyes, Wang Meng smiled, "Bazhe, look at your eyes, don't you worship the master and me very much, although the appearance is not good, but the eyes are the same as me, there is momentum." ”: