"What are you selling here?"
The three men with fierce faces and extraordinary presences were incredibly eye-catching with their full sets of fourth-echelon demon vessels and divine weapons. They had long since attracted the attention of many stall owners and martial artists who passed by. When they moved through the crowd, they stopped in front of an inconspicuous and normal stall.
Many people's gazes were instantly gathered on them. They thought that something good had appeared in the stall.
But …
Many of the martial artists who came over to watch noticed that the atmosphere was a little off.
The three people formed a triangle around each other and occupied an area. The invisible presence they exuded caused many people to not dare to get close to them easily.
The three people had six eyes, and their burning gazes were fixed on the stall owner's face. There was a hint of coldness and killing intent in their gazes.
"What happened?"
"I don't know."
"I feel like they're here to cause trouble."
"Tsk tsk, these people look like they have a strong background. There are plenty of top-class elites in the Chinese server, but there aren't many who have a full set of fourth-echelon demon vessels and divine weapons. This time, three of them appeared in one go … Who's the stall owner? He didn't even piss his pants. "
"I don't know, but judging by his clothes, he should be a disciple from the Murong Clan. The things he's selling are also from the Murong Clan."
…
The Murong Clan disciple stared at the three fierce people who suddenly appeared in front of him with a strange expression. When he heard their not-so-friendly tone, he gradually scowled. "Why don't you take a look at what I'm selling?"
"Heh, you have a temper?"
Golden Rakkhasa smiled coldly and took half a step forward.
Wild Wolves had always been used to doing whatever they wanted, and this was the first time an inconspicuous person talked back to them. Killing intent rose in their hearts.
"I don't think you're here to buy anything." The young stall owner chuckled in an unconcerned manner.
"What? Do you want to fight in the city?"
"Rakkhasa!"
Flame Wolf's gaze was fixed on the young stall owner's face. When he saw how fearless he was, he called out to Golden Rakkhasa and said to the young stall owner, "My brother's tone was wrong just now, but there's no need for you to be so violent. We just want to take a look at what you're selling."
"Look at what you're selling? Do you think I'm a three-year-old? "
The young stall owner laughed coldly.
"Do you know what I'm selling? What are they used for? "
"…"
This time, not just Golden Rakkhasa, even Flame Wolf was a little displeased. They could no longer remember what happened to the last person who mocked them.
At that moment, Bloody Hell Saber stared into the young stall owner's eyes and said, "It's just some ores and pelts. There's nothing special about them. Do you think that we can't afford it?"
"If you really want to buy them, of course I won't object to it, but your reasons are too lousy. Truly lousy. These are all materials to create normal grade one equipment, Taiyuan Robe, and the materials to refine Tai Emperor Sword. Even though they're pretty good among grade one equipment, look at your own equipment. You're all fourth-echelon demon vessels and divine weapons. You have nothing better to do than come to the market and look for nobodies like me to amuse you. Do you think that's very interesting?"
When they heard this, not only did Flame Wolf and the other two finally understand that the young stall owner was mocking them for having nothing better to do than to amuse themselves, even the people beside them sized him up and nodded quietly.
"… Who said we can't buy these things?"
"Of course, no one would be so bored as to set those rules!" The young stall owner smiled coldly. "I just think that you have nothing better to do. If you're in a hurry to get these things, you could have just looked for someone to send them to you or bid for them in the commission shop. There's no need for you to come to my stall to amuse yourself, right? If it's a big business, you shouldn't come to my stall and ask for trouble. "
"That's right. You're dressed in such luxurious equipment, but you're here to buy materials for grade one masterpieces? Aren't you an idiot? "
"If they're finished grade one masterpieces, you can explain that you're giving them away, but these are all materials. These three might really be here to cause trouble for the stall owner."
The players around him spoke one after another, and Flame Wolf felt a little embarrassed when he heard them.
"You don't just have refinement materials in your stall."
"Once I explain, I'm begging you. Don't stop me from setting up my stall, okay?" The young stall owner looked as if he had been defeated. He pointed at the other items in his stall and said, "The first thing you said when you came was to ask me to tell you what I'm selling. Now, I'll tell you! These are quest items that only a few of the clans in the Murong Clan need, and only the Murong Clan will use them. Don't tell me that you want to buy them? Or perhaps, tell me the names of your friends in the Murong Clan. I might know them. "
The young stall owner's words were filled with mockery.
Flame Wolf and the other two had wanted to test the young stall owner's identity, but at that moment, their expressions were so dark that they wanted to immediately kill him.
"I'll buy all of these items, and I'll pay double the price!"
Golden Rakkhasa said in a hostile tone, as if he wanted to regain his dignity.
The people around him sucked in sharp breaths.
'Buy them at double the price?
This is as good as a free lunch falling from the sky! '
A group of busybodies near the stall stared at the young stall owner with envious and jealous gazes. Their gazes seemed to be saying, "Bro, you're really good at bullshitting. You offended someone like this, but you still managed to buy them at double the price? You're rich!"
"Hurry up and agree to it!"
"In any case, he has a lot of money and has nowhere else to spend it. You can consider yourself lucky!"
Something strange happened.
Just when everyone, including Flame Wolf and the other two, thought that the young stall owner would immediately put away his mocking attitude and swiftly complete the trade, an even more disdainful and mocking expression appeared on the young stall owner's face, and his words became even more blatant.
"What? Are you angry because of your embarrassment? I'm telling you, I won't fall for your tricks. You want to get my name and information through a trade? You'll be able to gain face, and it'll be convenient for you to take revenge on me in the future. Do you think that I'll be so stupid as to agree to it? "
The young stall owner actually resolutely packed up the items in front of him at that moment, and under countless players' dumbfounded gazes, he laughed smugly.
"What do you think? Unless you dare to attack me in the city, otherwise, I'm not afraid of you. "
"…"
"Amazing."
"He's too sharp. He actually thought of this."
"If I were in his place, I might have agreed to the trade with them without even thinking about it." A player patted his chest in fear.
Three elites who had a full set of fourth-echelon demon vessels and divine weapons had enough power behind them to easily kill a normal player who did not have a lot of background or even had a background.
Giving up on a few years of hard work and hard work for double the profit was indeed not worth it. The three people in front of him were fierce, and there was a high possibility that they would do such a thing.
Many people agreed with the young stall owner's quick wit, but when they stared at Flame Wolf and the other two, their gazes became incredibly strange, as if they were on guard against something.
This time, Flame Wolf and the other two were completely speechless.
They had never thought that a simple test would actually develop to this stage …
He was a sensitive young man who had gone mad with his delusions. Perhaps it was because he hated the rich too much or had suffered too much unfair treatment.
The trio looked away at the same time, turned around, and were prepared to leave.
In truth, based on the conversation just now, Bloody Hell Saber was already certain that the young man was not the person they were looking for.
It was impossible for a top-class elite to carry some useless trash on him at all times. The young man wore the uniform of a Murong Clan disciple, and he also had a quest item unique to the Murong Clan. It was clear that he was completely different from the person they were looking for.
"What? You're leaving just like that? "
The young stall owner placed his hands on his hips in a smug manner. The momentum he had when he was arguing with them just now was still around, and he had the air and presence of a general.
"I thought that you would attack regardless of the cost for the sake of your dignity. Tsk! You made me happy for nothing. Could it be that you already knew that I have Gusu City's governor's mansion behind me and that there are a few Myth Realm elites guarding it? "
Flame Wolf and the other two were about to turn around to leave when they suddenly heard the young stall owner say those words behind them. They froze.
"As expected, this guy isn't a good person!"
"It's no wonder why he keeps mocking us. So, he wants to provoke us foreigners so that we'll be surrounded by Myth Realm elites …"
"Damn it! He's too vicious! Thank goodness I held back just now! " Golden Rakkhasa, who was the easiest to get angry, broke out in cold sweat. "If it weren't for the fact that we still have a show later, we might have really been angered by him and attacked him. What a terrifying scheme. Did he set up a trap right from the start?"
Different thoughts flashed in the trio's minds.
It was also at that moment that the trio's wariness toward the young stall owner dropped to its lowest point. Their final hint of wariness and suspicion disappeared without a trace.
In fact, they even thought that they might be lucky.
But at that moment …
Something that no one had expected happened.
The young stall owner, who had always been regarded as a weak group by countless players, suddenly slid behind Golden Rakkhasa like a phantom. He attacked like lightning, and he actually took the initiative to attack Flame Wolf and the other two!
The young stall owner attacked too quickly.
Besides, most of the people's attention was on Flame Wolf and the other two. The people who saw this through the corner of their eyes practically could not believe their eyes.
In an instant, their breathing froze.
What did they just see?
It was an attack that only top-class elites could do!
The young stall owner suddenly seemed to have turned into another person. His smug presence turned into a reserved one. His gaze was sharp, and his movements were as swift as lightning. But he attacked without a sound. The moment he attacked, he easily seized Golden Rakkhasa's neck, even though he had a full set of fourth-echelon demon vessels and divine weapons.
'Mad!
This brat must be mad! '
'He must be mad because he wants to get rich!'
When the players in the area saw the young stall owner seize Golden Rakkhasa's neck, this was what everyone thought in their heads.
If a top-class elite with a full set of fourth-echelon demon vessels and divine weapons died once, as long as they were lucky enough to drop one piece of equipment, they would not have to worry about food or clothing.
But if they rashly ambushed an Inaction Realm elite, the failure rate was 99.9%, and it was infinitely close to 100%!
Besides, Golden Rakkhasa had taken the initiative to attack. If that was the case, regardless of whether an Inaction Realm elite could react in time, if he killed someone in the city, he would still be killed by a Myth Realm elite!
But …
Before he could recover from the shock, the sound of bones being twisted suddenly rose, and Golden Rakkhasa's neck was crushed like a piece of rotten wood.
At that moment, countless people's thoughts were thrown into chaos.
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