"I need a dominator-level prop that has two functions of defense and close combat. The types are not limited, but I hope the price will not be too serious." Zhang Yuanqing said.

When Huang Taiji heard this, he smiled wryly and said, "I don't have a master-level item."

If Yuanshi Tianzun wanted to exchange money or materials, he would do the same.

Zhang Yuanqing said, I will wait for your words.

He changed his words:

"In this way, I want to sell two master-level props, which are the spoils of hunting the sixth elders of the Southern School, but I am not happy to trade with the old bastards at the headquarters, so I want to ask my foster father to help me deal with it.

"My request is a master-level item of intermediate quality, the function of which was just mentioned."

In fact, even mid-level items are no match for two low-quality items, because although the gap between mid-level and low-level items is large, they still cannot be crushed, and two items are equal to two major classes. One skill, one more chance of winning.

The price difference here is equivalent to the favor Zhang Yuanqing sold to Huang Taiji.

Huang Taiji can definitely use a low-quality item plus a large amount of materials and cash to buy a mid-level item from the headquarters. He is the grandson of Emperor Hong, and the headquarters will not refuse.

Huang Taiji was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you, I owe you a favor, I will help you find props, and I will reply within three days."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yuanqing sent another text message to Guan Ya:

"I'm going home for a few days."

The next step is to stay in Songhai, survive the catastrophe of death, survive until the end of the year, and survive until the end of the year to be promoted to master.

The reason why he declined the invitation of the magic eye was because Lingtuo, as a demigod-level night traveler, had the ability to see the river of fate, and the consequences of hunting the three guardians would be moths to the flame.

The Demon Eye is just a vulgar god of war, and in terms of cunning and cunning, he is no match for the night god.

So Zhang Yuanqing thinks it's right to hang on.

Songhai No. 2 Middle School.

A man wearing a peaked cap entered the school grandly, but the guards turned a blind eye to him.

After entering the school, he walked straight towards the teaching building.

It was the spare time at this time, boys were chasing and playing in the corridor, female students went to the toilet together, and laughter was everywhere.

The man in the peaked cap entered the teaching building and came to the teacher's office on the first floor.

He stood at the door and knocked on the door with a "dong dong". The teachers in the office were in a daze for a while, and then they found the man in the peaked cap standing at the door, and greeted them one after another:

"Teacher Chunyang!"

The man in the peaked cap gave a "hmm", took out his mobile phone, opened the photo, showed it to the teachers, and asked:

"Do you know the person in the picture?"

In the photo is a young and handsome boy.

The teachers looked at it carefully for a moment and shook their heads one after another.

The man in the peaked cap left silently. Just like that, he asked all the teachers in the three grades one by one, but found nothing.

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