Grasping Evil

Ning Fan Yi, this scolding old man, such a strong temper, Hercules is a vain monster!

It's just from what this person said, he was hidden here before, he didn't mean anything by it, he just slept here.

You're right to think about it.

How can someone conceal or ambush before the landing point is random, preferably from the fourth floor to the fifth floor?

The old man just sleeps here in secret, that's all. It doesn't mean to attack Ningfan at all.

Weird to blame the old man for not choosing a good place to sleep, preferring to land in Ningfan.

Any monk who has just arrived somewhere and suddenly finds himself hidden by a master is nervous.

Instead of killing the elderly directly, he forced the elderly out of hiding, which has already given him a lot of face.

“Ask the Phantom why it appeared on the fifth level of the retard… According to the information in red and the memory of the four layers of the miner, the first ten layers of the retard should not be without question. This old man, is he a master at the top and bottom of the 10th floor? Is his name Ray XI...”

Ningfan, on the one hand, thinks, on the other hand, activates lightning star thunder map, ready for the elderly to attack.

A vain monster can match a few peepers.

Even though Ningfan had three peeps in the back, and asked the top questions, he had no chance of winning at all. At best, he was hiding from himself through the cloak of deception.

Surprisingly, although the old man was stirred up by Ningfan to clear his dreams and have a lot of resentment, after taking a deep look at Ningfan, he wiped out all the killing machines.

And Ningfan watched the elderly, and the elderly watched Ningfan.

He perceived a sense of danger from the lightning star of Ningfan. He did not know that it was a thunderbolt star, but knew that it had almost countervailing restraint on it.

When the old man turned his eyes, he saw that Ning Fan was powerful, and he didn't want to fight Ning Fan anymore.

Split his mouth and revealed a bite of yellow teeth. The old man laughed rather obscenely, but first hugged Ningfan one step at a time.

“Little friend, aren't you weak? Oh, you're the Brother Necromancer from the lower four levels? Old Frey 11, from the 11th floor. How about a friend? ”

“Eleven floors!” I'd rather have my eyes curled. This old man is truly a master from above the tenth floor.

This person was angry first. After exploring himself, he laughed and looked angry. I'm afraid he was deterred by himself.

This person is a bit awesome. Since he has no intention of doing it, Ningfan would not have taken the initiative to attack a purified medium term, nothing to look for.

As for the old man's proposal to make friends...

Rather than putting aside his hand, he held his fist,

“Goodbye! ”

A farewell is a long way to go.

Ningfan had no intention of making friends with the elderly. He came here only for Thunder Leaf and didn't want any more trouble.

“Are you collecting the leaves?” The old man's eyes suddenly flashed, scattering all the lewd colors and playing with the taste.

“..." Ningfan did not answer, but his eyes turned once again. How did the old man know that he was collecting the leaves of Oogway Bamboo!

“Don't be nervous, my husband just smells bamboo leaves from you, just a little speculation, hey, my husband's nose is always very spiritual... and my husband not only smells bamboo leaves, hmm? 156, no, 157 silver balls! Four of them, almost up to Golden Jade standards... buddy, you're rich, hey. ”

When it comes to money, the old man's eyes suddenly get hot.

“I don't know what you mean!” In his indifferent tone, he was somewhat surprised. The old man had a good means to smell even how many silver balls he had.

“Thunder Jade is a treasure upgraded by the Death Spirit and is the currency of more than ten floors. None of the eleven layers can have 100 silver balls. Looking at the look on his face, he doesn't seem to have heard that Leiyu is the upper currency?” The old man was slightly surprised.

“I first came to the fifth floor. ”

“No wonder, it turns out, hehe, hehe..." The old man rubbed his hand and his mind flew away.

And when he saw that Ningfan had practiced falsehood in half, he thought only of Ningfan as a dead spirit.

Naturally I don't understand, as a degenerate spirit, carrying 157 silver jades, why don't you eat them.

For Dead Spirit, 157 silver balls, but a tremendous amount of magic.

Or is it that Ning Fan had no intention of devouring Silver Jade, simply treating Silver Jade as a currency?

But it's strange that Fan has never been above the 10th floor without knowing the rules.

The elderly get more confused and no longer think about these details.

There's only one thought for him right now.

Ningfan has a lot of ‘money', 157 silver jades in total, and good strength.

Ningfan, can be one of his Ray XI customers!

Ray XI, is a businessman, a businessman traveling on the eleventh floor.

One of his passions is the useless garbage on the upper level, exchanging thunder balls from the lower hands.

Of course, buying and selling depends on the person.

If Ningfan is weaker, Ray 11 can kill people directly to take the jade, why buy and sell?

Nevertheless, it would be more dangerous for Ray 11 to shock his invisibility and give him a sense of danger, without any contempt for Ningfan.

In this way, it would be better not to make enemies of Ningfan.

“Oh, old Frey 11, what's your little friend's name? ”

“Zhou Ming. ”

“Zhou Xiaoyou, disrespect. Little friend has a lot of money. Would you be interested in buying something? I am a businessman, I have a lot of good things on me, they are all bought from the 11th floor, maybe there is something my little friend needs! ”

“Buy your stuff? What do you have? ”

He killed the spirit and got a lot of thunderballs, but these thunderballs were of no use to him.

How dare you buy something for Thunderball, who has no use for him? That would be better.

As soon as he saw Ning Fan's move, Ray XI immediately revealed a greedy smile. He knew that the business was at home.

Unpack the storage bag and take out a piece of groceries, including Fabao, Dan medicine, and kung fu.

Dead spirits themselves do not know refiners, alchemy, and these dandruff treasures are all the things of the dead.

Most of Pharmacopoeia is crippled and greatly impaired in power. A lot of Dan drugs expire, and the drug is losing power.

But for the dead, these things are extremely scarce and precious.

Especially the kung fu technique, which is even more precious.

For low-order dead spirits, a good move is fully expected to allow them to break through the upper order.

Unfortunately, none of this goes into Fanfan's eyes.

He's not a necromancer, he's a normal monk, he doesn't need some ruined tricks, broken magic treasures, expired medicine.

I saw that Ningfan's eyes swept through Dan Yao and Fabao, and there was no heartbreak. Ray XI's eyes were slightly surprised, surprised and admired.

I can't even see these good things. Ningfan's eyes are so high, I don't know if he's an expert!

Ray XI secretly wondered, if Ningfan was an expert, then he said he had to sell Ningfan something good.

The idea had just risen, but he was not nearly choked to death by Ningfan's words.

“Oh, you still have the Thunder of the Numen? ”

Ning Fan's eyes lit up, and he saw dozens of sealed lightning from a jade box.

These Yuan Lei are good things to cultivate Yuan Lei's armor!

“Oh, of course Yuan Lei has... do you like this? ”

Lei Ximei revealed a strange colour, hidden, and a little contempt.

What kind of bullshit expert doesn't know anything about merchandise, can't see Fabaodan medicine, but looks at Yuan Lei such trash, what kind of dog is this * * light?

In Thunder Eleven's eyes, the lightning of the Numen is garbage, the garbage of red fruit.

Because of the special status of the dead spirit, it is not possible to devour Yuan Lei. Generally speaking, only a small number of dead spirits practicing secluded kung fu can use Yuan Lei.

Apart from this use, Yuan Lei only leaves one extremely chicken rib for use.

At a great price, the Dead Spirit can extract a little Dead Spirit Thunder from Yuan Thunder and devour it, but this little Dead Spirit Thunder Power is only equivalent to one percent of a Thunderball Thunder Power.

At a great price, you get one percent thunderbolt, and you can't afford to lose it, and nobody does anything stupid like that.

So for the dead, Yuan Lei is garbage.

Ningfan looked like garbage and wanted to buy garbage. Ray XI has been a little bit of Ningfan.

“How does Yuan Lei sell? ”

“Three Dollar Thunder, only one Silver Jade!” Ray's eleventh heart was scornful, but he had a delightful, generous smile on his face.

Three pieces of garbage sold a silver jade, which is the heavenly price. He made it clear that he wanted to pit Ningfan.

And Ray XI is certain, Ningfan is a rookie who has never seen the world before, easy to pit.

“Three Thunders and a Jade?” Ningfan was slightly surprised.

Kill a demonizing spirit, get a Yuan Thunder, a Thunder Jade. According to common sense, Yuan Thunder and Thunder Jade should be equivalent.

But Ray 11 asked for the price, three yuan Rays only sold a piece of silver jade, some too cheap.

This made Ning Fan think together. At first glance, Yuan Lei was less precious than Silver Jade in the eleventh eye of Lei.

The look on Ray XI's face, though hidden deep, is a bit of contempt and seems to be laughing at Ningfan for buying garbage.

In the mind of Ning Fan, is it possible that in the spirit of death, Yuan Lei is not of great use, extremely cheap?

“Ten Dollar Thunder, a silver jade.” I'd rather try to pay the price back.

“What! Ten Thunderballs? Little friend, three ways Yuantai sells a silver jade, it's already cheap, it's a loss selling! Why are you still willing to bargain with my husband? ”

Ray Eleven, I didn't expect Ningfan to still pay the price.

“Twenty dollar thunder, a silver jade.” Prefer to keep prices low again.

“Wait! Twenty Thunderballs, my husband really loses money! This is killing my husband. No! The price is unacceptable! ”

“Thirty yuan rays, a silver jade.” The more certain Yuan Lei is, the more valuable Yuan Lei is to the dead!

“Wait! Little friend, let's discuss, or else, the previous price, ten yuan ray, a silver jade... how about it!” Ray Eleven looked at it in a hurry, preferring to kill too hard, and the price was getting lower.

“Forty...”

“Wait! Thirty Thunderballs, deal!” Ray 11 finally made a hammer, and he was kind of afraid of Ning Fan.

If the price goes on, I'm afraid a hundred dollar rays won't even sell a piece of silver jade.

Ray XI looked deeply at Ning Fan. He had already seen that Ning Fan was not stupid and was not easy to pit.

But he couldn't understand why a normal IQ spirit would be willing to buy a pile of garbage with precious thunderballs.

“Come on, think about this...” Ray XI shook his head, anyway, this Yuan Ray is just a lullaby to him, as long as he can sell it to Ningfan and make some money, he won't mind Ningfan's usefulness.

“My husband has a total of 1,200 dollars, Ray. Forty silver balls!” Ray XI handed Ningfan a storage bag and rubbed his hand laughing.

“Next time there's Yuan Lei, sell me everything.” Ningfan delivered Forty Silver Jades and smiled with satisfaction.

“Don't worry! I'll go back to the 11th floor once, buy more Yuan Lei, sell them all to you! This is my husband's 'thunder jade’. If I get enough Yuan Lei, I will definitely contact you again.” The old man slapped his chest and promised.

Acquiring some yuan thunder from the eleventh floor by the Thunder Eleven Gateway is definitely not difficult.

And the acquisition price is definitely lower than one Yu Bailei. Garbage, I'm afraid I can get some somewhere.

If you can sell Yuan Lei such garbage to Ning Fan, you can also sell Yu 30 Lei at a high price, Lei 11 is very satisfied.

He decided to take out some more garbage, maybe he'd rather buy garbage?

Ray XI's mood is also Ningfan's mood.

For Ray XI, Yuan Ray is garbage. For Ningfan, thunder is useless garbage.

Whether it's silver thunderballs or gold thunderballs, Ningfan can't swallow like a dead spirit.

Forty pieces of garbage in exchange for 1,200 Dollars of Thunder, preferably earned.

Twelve hundred Dollar Thunder, if refining and chemistry, thunder armor breaks through the fourth order easily, even has the chance to promote from silver armor to... Golden Armor!

If Ningfan were to collect 1,200 Dollar Rays himself, he would have to kill 1,200 deities alone.

And not to mention the danger, the difficulty, but to say how much time it takes to kill 1200 deities. Where did he get that time?

“Ray XI... this traitor is of some use to me. With him, I don't have to bother looking for Yuan Lei.” Ningfan spoke to himself.

His eyes slightly swept through Ray XI's groceries and suddenly flashed again.

In that pile of groceries, he saw a dark green chill.

That cold air, stored in the corner like ray 11 garbage, seems to be extremely invisible to this object.

But for Ningfan... it's not garbage!

“Heavenly Frost! ”

Ningfan was surprised to find a frosty chill here. Since he met it, he naturally wanted to buy it.

His face did not reveal a single point, as if it were a shame. He asked with a finger of frost and chill.

“What is this? How?”

“Oh, little friend, is that what you're asking? It's a kind of five-pint chill, specific category, I don't know much about the husband. Little friend, you know, the cold air is the water, and we are all dead spirits, born in the retta, in the thunderbolt. Water treasure is useless to us... Want to buy it? ”

Ray Eleven's eyes lit up. Sure enough, he was right.

I prefer to be a weirdo, not easy to pit, but love to buy all kinds of garbage.

A five-pint chill. What good for a dead spirit? Idiots trade thunderballs for cold.

However, if you'd rather be this fool, Ray XI has no problem at all.

Now that it is clear that Ningfan wants this cold air, even if the object is no longer valuable, Ray XI will blow it to the brink.

“Oh, friendly eyes. Although this chill air is useless to our dead spirit, it can also be refined into the magic treasure, slightly increasing the power of the magic treasure. However... this is a relic of an old man's love for his wife, and it often makes people think. My husband couldn't help but sell it, but Niehe Xiaoyu really wanted it, so his husband only had to cut his love... friendship price, 20 yuan silver jade! ”

“Five silver balls.” Ningfan faintly ignored Ray's eleven-long theory.

“Little friend, this cold air sells five yuan silver jade, it's really a little low...”

“Three silver balls!” Ningfan has begun to reduce the price.

“Got it! Three silver balls, deal!” The old man is smart this time, and he will not sell a piece of silver jade if he continues to fight.

It's garbage anyway, it's worth three pieces of silver jade.

Why not? How could Ray Eleven not sell?

The more he decides, the more trash he will buy in the future and sell it all to Ningfan, the damned king!

Ningfan paid for it, put away the frost cold, and was despised by Ray XI, which is uncomfortable.

However, when Lei XI sold him a lot of good things, he did not compare with Lei XI.

Forty silver jade, for $1,200 Ray, he made a fortune.

A piece of silver jade, another frost chill. If the monks knew there was a good thing going on here, they would do anything to buy cold air.

Apart from Ray XI, the Necromancers who live in the Black Reta, who treat the frost chill as garbage?

Too much frost...

“Hey, hey! Husband, go! When my husband finds good goods, he comes back for small friends to do business with.” Ray XI smiled and walked away.

Rather than ignoring this person, he stared at the green air in his palm and carefully identified it.

“Frost cold, second in rank... Long tears? A long tear, a broken tear. It is said that if this chill is refined, the heart of the monks can be as strong as a rock, such as a long-minded young girl, free from any disturbance. ”

“By consolidating the divine effect of the Daoist heart, if this object is in the endless sea, it can be sold at least... 500 million Xianyu! ”

“Ridiculous, Ray 11, seriously don't recognize the goods... buy the beads, that's the guy. ”

(22 to make up)