Bai Meng accidentally stepped into Huang Debiao’s territory and saw Huang Debiao chatting with others on the west side of the second intersection before walking a few steps.

"Well, anyway, there are no treasures in the town shop. I seldom come here to see if Huang Debiao has anything. If it’s a good thing, I’ll take it myself. It’s interesting to see if Sanlitun is my evil or your evil Huang Debiao!"
Bai Meng walked quietly to Huang Debiao’s booth and was just about to squat down and look closely when he heard Huang Debiao make a haha. "Oh, it’s a terrible gentleman. I haven’t seen you for half a year. Why don’t you come around?"
Nodding casually means Bai Meng crouched down to look at these magic weapons sold by Huang Debiao. Don’t really say that there are several things that attract his eyes. He casually grabbed a golden flying sword and asked Huang Debiao, "This sword belongs to the Taixu Sect. It seems that it has been three or four hundred years. How much did you collect?"
Huang Debiao hurriedly piled up and smiled: "This thing is worthless because a friend of mine entrusted me to sell it. If it is really mine, I will give it to you. Do you think I still care about these tens of millions?"
Bai Meng nodded and said, "Yes, your protection fee this year is nearly 100 million yuan. Of course, I don’t care. Although I have a place to make money, it’s really rare … Hey, this lunar frost sword is good for me. How much is it? Don’t say it’s sold on behalf of friends?"
In fact, Bai Meng doesn’t like the golden flying sword at all. What he saw at first sight was that this lunar frost sword was just a play with fireworks.
Huang Debiao’s face is blue. This Lunar Frost Sword is quite impressive. It was made by Zhang Xujing, the founder of Zhengb School, Taiping Zhenren, when he was young. It is very rare and has a good appearance. He bought it from an old Taoist for 40 million yuan.
After hesitating for a long time, I felt that it was inconvenient to offend the number one devil after all. I bit my teeth and said, "Since Xiao Shajun likes 36 million, I will lose 4 million as a gift!"
Who’s cuter than who these days? It’s a slap in the face. It’s who’s more fierce.
Although Huang Debiao has a strong background and a strong ability, Bai Meng, a little evil spirit, became famous here at the age of twelve. It’s really amazing that everyone is afraid of the accumulated power of ten years of fierce fame. Even he Huang Debiao can’t offend him now.
Bai Meng smoothed her hand, signed a short check for 30 million yuan and threw it to Huang Debiao. She picked up the lunar frost sword and smiled: "This fairy fate is useless to me. No real person dares to accept me as a disciple. I will use the 6 million yuan of fairy money myself. I think it will be exempted!"
Huang Debiao roared with anger, and then he lifted the mace around him and shouted, "You little bastard will give you a face. You fucking shame to see how Lao Tzu beat you today!"
Bai Meng laughed and snapped his fingers at Huang Debiao: "If you want to be my dad, I won’t stop you. Do you want me to kowtow to you? As long as you say something, I will never say anything!"
At first, I was still smiling, and it turned white, and the whole body was covered with evil wind. Suddenly, the black Shaqi filled with the sky was rolling like smoke. Suddenly, a black wooden tripod was taken out from the Zijin mixed-yuan dry Kun bag and roared, "You dare to take advantage of Lao Zi. You have the guts to give Lao Zi a hard time and then call Lao Zi a son to see!"
At the sight of Bai Mengbiao, I leaned against those people who were still around Huang Debiao. All of a sudden, they ran away, and the businessmen around them quickly packed their things and ran away for fear of being met by this ShaQi.
Huang Debiao is also very regretful in his heart: "Damn it, I don’t want to do anything else. Isn’t this to dig my own grave!"
Bai Meng, this guy is amazing. He was born with nine Yin and evil spirits. In layman’s terms, that’s Dreadwind Lone Star.
This so-called nine yin to evil life is actually not as evil as everyone thinks. To put it bluntly, it is a ghost, two opposites and three burials.
A ghost is born to be a half-ghost. There is a Yin Yuan Qi in his body, which can drive the evil wind. This evil wind says that it is fast, fast and slow, and it is still no problem to travel thousands of miles every day. Anyway, Bai Meng has grown so big and has not taken a train to go anywhere. Just say "Hey!" The evil wind disappears without a trace.
The second inverse is the fate, and the third burial is the burial of the father, the mother and the parents of the undertaker. Needless to say, Bai Meng has never seen this undertaker since he was born, but he has seen it several times when he was six years old and was sent to kindergarten. Boy, three teachers died abruptly and six deskmates were said to have pictures of Marx hanging from the principal’s office to ordinary teachers at that time.
It’s not necessary to hang Marx’s photos, but mainly Guanyin Bodhisattva, God, Zhenwu Emperor and Buddha Lord. Later, even Guan Gong’s portrait was invited, which has been useless. The principal really had no choice but to hang Lenin and Marx.
In the end, even the headmaster died. The kindergarten teachers were so scared that they had to send him back to the White Garden on their knees. After all, the White House could not afford to offend anyone and could only send him back like this.
Four grams is simple: wife, son, enemy and friend.
Bai Meng just died when he was six years old. The famous White House in Jinling City suddenly dispersed. Those uncles and aunts who were not dead ran away from Bai Meng. A poor family with a history of a hundred years just dispersed, leaving only a white garden covering an area of more than 40 acres close to a small mountain to Bai Meng.
This Dreadwind lone star’s life is weird, but it’s not completely bad. At least, everyone is afraid of it since childhood. There is another advantage. The reason why Dreadwind lone star calls itself a star is that it is usually the most prosperous life, and no matter its qualifications and talents, it is far more amazing than ordinary people. The more he dies, the more prosperous his life will be until he dies in 981, the more fierce he is, and the life will be broken.
Huang Debiao’s bone marrow is full of chill at the thought of it, and the black wooden tripod chin in Bai Meng’s hand will fall to the ground.
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The fifth chapter earth-shattering big business
He Huang Debiao is not a layman now. He has been in the business for several years, and he can recognize one or two magic weapons. This black wooden tripod … Fuck, nine ghosts and magic tripods … The world is even more fierce than this. There is no Bai Meng itself, and it is already fierce … deserve this tripod!
Huang Debiao speechless straight wait for a while looked at the tripod and I don’t know what to say.
"Pa … boom!"
All-powerful Sanlitun Second Devil was so vulnerable that he fell to the ground and crawled backwards for a moment. He got up and even rolled around and ran away, even without the goods, and he didn’t dare to look back like a lost dog of his mother.
"Bah, I dare to be my Lao Tzu without any fucking skill. I don’t have to move my fingers to scare you as much as a ghost fan. I have to bully you before you feel cool!"
Bai Meng put away the magic tripod of nine ghosts and gods, strode his head with both hands, and dismissively received all the things left by Huang Debiao in his own Zijin mixed yuan Gankun bag, not to mention that this little bastard also collected a lot of good things, and there were as many as six that could gain his own attention.
Bai Meng’s eyes are very poisonous, which is at least the inferior products of heaven and earth, and he doesn’t sell or accept them at all, otherwise he will smash the signboard himself.
This Huang Debiao is also overbearing. He Wu, who has sold everything for 600 years, has one root. As for other elixirs, there are also a lot of them and a small gourd of purple gold sand. Let’s identify them a little bit. It is estimated that there are about three or two, which is at least 15 million.
Bai Meng is very happy that this purple sand is divided into three kinds of goods: A, B and C. Goods A are pure purple sand, and very few goods B are a grain of gold sand. Three points outside are pure purple sand, and seven points inside are poor purity purple sand. As for goods C, it is a fake. There is only a layer of purple sand outside, but it is actually red gold sand inside.
I was happy when I heard an old man under an elm tree at the corner say, "Little brother, how about we make a deal?"
The Xiuzhen Commodity City in Sanlitun is built at the foot of Wushan Mountain on the outskirts of Jinling City. It is covered by a layer of magic array outside, and a layer of prohibition inside can stop ordinary people from coming in.
After all, there are many trees in the valley here, and people who fix the truth don’t want to cut down trees, so they have kept those trees.
Bai Meng looked back and not only smiled, but also saw an old man in rags sitting under the elm tree with his head down. Although his clothes were shabby, the sword in his hand was still a good thing, at least it was inferior.
He ran to the old man and smiled and asked, "The old man didn’t scare you just now, did he? In fact, I am very moral and there is absolutely nothing wrong with doing business with me!"
The old man smiled and suddenly raised his head, but he saw his eyes shining like the sun and the moon, and he was dazzled.
Bai Meng was surprised that he had been here for ten years after all, and he still knew very well what it was like to be a real person. The old man’s eyes could be so bright that even his insides could be clearly seen without refining the top level of God.
He immediately got up and sat cross-legged in front of the old man and asked respectfully, "As long as I can get it, I won’t disappoint the real person, but no matter where the real person comes from, the price can’t make me suffer!"
After all, no matter who the other person is, he has been here for nearly ten years, and his habit has become natural. The viciousness in his bones can’t be washed away.
"I haven’t been dead for 300 years. Naturally, I don’t have money in my hand and I don’t know what money is. But I have something that you dream of, and you won’t feel cheated!"
Kan Kan, an old man, is not depressed and lost because he has no money, but is particularly indifferent.
"Then tell me what it is first. I’ll estimate the price first!"
The old man shook his head and said, "This thing is too important. Even I can’t protect him. I’d better talk about what I want. If you have the ability to get it, I’ll keep it for you. It won’t disappoint you!"
After all, he is a true man who is not afraid of his deception, but he is more interested in this thing. He immediately smiled: "What do you want? It’s not my little evil spirit. As long as it’s in Sanlitun, I will definitely get it. But we made a promise. If I get it, your goods won’t satisfy me, then I won’t change it!"
The old man stroked his three-foot-long silver beard and laughed. "Of course, you should listen carefully. What I have can’t be measured by money, but what I want is not very well measured. I want three things, ten thousand years of mysterious fire sand, three buckets of pure purple and gold sand, nine nine eight one two hundred years of Zi Long phlogistic vanilla, nine two! "
"I depend on what you refine!"
Bai Meng was startled. Which of these three things doesn’t kill people? Xuan Huosha is the red sandstone of an active crater. After grinding, pure red crystals in it are rarely used for thousands of years. A catty of 10 million yuan is at least ten million yuan. This ten thousand-year Xuan Huosha needs three fights, that’s thirty-six pounds. That’s not 360 million yuan.
Zijin sand is very expensive. Those who say "120,000 to 600,000 yuan" are the real goods of C, which need at least 5,100,000 yuan of pure Zijin sand. It is estimated that there is a market that is out of stock, at least 8,099,812 yuan, which is 650 million fucking dollars.
A hundred years of Zi Long’s inflammation, vanilla darling, one or two tens of millions, but it’s okay, just nine ounces.
But even if I have a fucking billion dollars in my hand, these things are valuable and have no market. Where can I buy so many?