He sort of figured it out. Most of the items on the booth were items dumped from the spirit world, not even materials, let alone props.

Just say, how could there be so many props.

Most of the stall owners here only have a small amount of materials, and then put a lot of mortal things to make up the number, and they can trap one by one.

In addition, neither the stall owner nor the customers could hide their aura.

After walking around, he found that there are quite a few saints here.

With a half-lit cigar in his mouth, Lian Sanyue's posture is not only not vulgar, but also has an indescribable elegance, tsk tsk:

"Many people who come to me for the first time will be deceived. You are very smart. Of course, being smart is the most basic quality of a genius."

After all, she hired Tingting to go forward and cross the black market.

Zhang Yuanqing followed behind, looking at the back of the craftsman. Lian Sanyue's figure was in excellent proportions, thin where she should be thin, and fat where she should be fat. When she walked, she was very twisted.

She gave people the impression that she was an inn proprietress with rich experience in the world, always smiling, and did not have the majesty and reserve of a dominant boss.

But Zhang Yuanqing knew that this woman was much more dangerous than the elders of the Five Elements League.

Most of the elders are decent, she is different, she is a chaotic neutral attribute.

Through the busy city, he followed Lian Sanyue to an arena. The square ring was empty and there were no spectators.

"Every weekend is the opening time of the arena. If you have free time, you can watch life-and-death battles. If you are short of money, you can also go up and play a few games." Lian Sanyue said casually.

"Very profitable?" Zhang Yuanqing asked.

"Win a game to reward two million, and the props of the dead belong to you. The rule is, only one person can survive." Lian Sanyue exhaled smoke rings and said with a smile:

"Yuanshi Tianzun came here to fight, there must be a lot of people betting."

During the conversation, they passed through the arena and stopped in front of a wooden door. Lian Sanyue turned the doorknob, and there was a "click". As the door opened, there was a burst of heart-piercing cries:

"Give it back to me, give me back my props, you cost a thousand dollars."

What's the matter, did I enter the wolf's den? Look at your face before you come, this trip is obviously auspicious! Zhang Yuanqing looked inward with his head.

I saw two strong men walking out with a man wearing a mask.

The masked man was crying hoarsely, repeating in a murmur: "Give me back my props, give me back my props"

Lian Sanyue leaned lazily by the door, hugged her chest with one hand, twisted a cigar with the other, and said with a smile:

"I'm willing to bet and admit defeat. There's nothing to cry about. You don't look like a man. The old rules, seal the furnace, one million a day."

The masked man wailed, "I've already lost my fortune, seal your mother's furnace."

Lian Sanyue smiled and waved, asking the strong man to drag the masked man out.

When the cries got farther and farther away, she looked at Zhang Yuanqing with a half-smile, and said:

"go in!"

Entering the room, there is no furniture in the spacious room. In the center stands a three-legged bronze furnace with a height of two meters. The oval belly of the furnace is carved with flames, which looks like the alchemy furnace of the Supreme Lord.

A hammer half a meter high stood by the hearth. JrNovels.com