“Lepirals, ethereal medicines, freshly picked ethereal medicines in the mangroves.”

“Thorny flowers, iron and blood, holy eggs, come and see...”

"The three Ye spirits that have just been caught are suitable for domestication as spiritual servants, and look at this leg of the arm!"

"The treasure material, the heart of the tree demon, only for sale, the bottom of the level of the treasure is not open to the mouth..."

The market of the front-line battalion is always full of vitality, because this is the gathering place of the army of the foreign expedition, not only the masters of the forces of all parties gathered here, but also the scattered construction of all roads, the grass is very strong, and all the people are moving.

A barracks, one battle regiment, a team, bring a lot of spoils from the wood-building world, and also let the material resources of the world continue to be transported here.

Due to the actual needs required by each take, the trading market also came into being.

Han Woo's main errand today is to maintain the order of this market, while monitoring public opinion and being informed of the trend of scattered repair.

He was brave and not human, and his astance was lackluster, the only thing that could be done, and he was also able to get his hand, and he finally decided to support him and let him ascend to the position of management, that is, the word seriously.

He did not walk through the scene at will, but actually asked many monks and disciples to ensure that there was no bullying in the city, and so on, and so on, in violation of the laws and regulations of the Union.

At the same time, he carefully distinguishes the content of the treasure materials traded by people and roughly distinguishes the recent market.

“Ye Ling’s trading volume continues to increase, and the price has dropped from the first 500 jade to less than 100.”

“That seems to be its true value, for the front-line battalions here, if brought back to the world of the Spirit, should be between a hundred and two hundred jades, the level of the spirit of the Chinese.”

"A few days ago, I was still thinking about the trouble of the Hulin brothers, finally settled down, they still have to understand, the district people, but can not play the 'fist is the truth' that set..."

“Huh?”How many new faces have been found here?Instead, you have to find an opportunity to talk to them and see where the people come from, the disciples of the sect or the children of the family have the corresponding clothes, they are like scattered cultivation, and they are still accustomed to the old hands of the rivers and lakes."

Indeed, as Fang Qianyuan said, today's wood-building world has entered the late stage of the war and belongs to the stage of harvest interests.

There is no war on the front line, some are just one team after another and the scattered team go deep into the jungle, looking for secrets, digging its residual value of sporadic battles, this big camp, in fact, has become very safe, inside the life, naturally also has a rare meaning of stability and peace.

"It's the colder."

After patrolling for a while, Han Wo subconsciously tightened the leather coat he wore, looked up at the high-hanging black moon, and laughed bitterly.

"Originally here is still warm and humid climate, at noon, a sweat and pollen stick together, annoying, but in just a few days, it turned into a cold winter and summer!" 」

“He’s really powerful!”

He secretly lamented, silently thinking about this sudden cold winter when it can pass, wait until the weather warms up and some, with the cultivation of his own people, why not be afraid of this ghost weather.

He did not know that the Fang Qianyuan exerted this time was no longer a magic spell in the traditional sense, but from the level of the source, it permanently changed the attributes of the world, making it more cold winter and snow, and at the same time, there was a black moon hanging high, and the power of Fang Qianyuan was constantly projected over, echoing the legal territory of the ground.

This place, which has become similar in nature to the Tianjing snow field, is the real sense, Fang Qianyuan's territory.

“Huh?”Isn't that the Lord?"

After patrolling for a long time, Han Woo suddenly caught a glimpse of an old man with a white beard, who was stalling there and selling treasure.

Although Fang Qianyuan intends to control the weather, let the wind and snow not rag, destroy the camp where his party is located, but it is only from the extraordinary level to remove the attached power, so that it loses the lethality of magic.

Because thousands of miles of the surrounding world have been completely changed, there is still a cold wind howling, from time to time to see the goose feathers falling.

In the kung fu of the Hanwo Tour, the snowflakes that had just stopped for less than an hour, and once again fell, and the weather became more severe and colder.

As usual, most people clean up their stalls and get ready to go back.

They came here, holding a lot of loot, do not worry about sales, if not to exchange first-hand local treasures, so as not to lose profits after returning, they will not come out to put on the stall.

So, few people are willing to sell snow here, and there is no reason to drink the northwest wind.

Hanwleton stood up.

Arguably, since the snow had risen and most of them left, his errand should have ended early, but out of inexplicable mercy, he stopped to look at the lonely figure and sighed.

“The korea.”The guard asked in a low voice, “That treasure master... we can’t really help!”

"Yes, I heard that he was a scattered cultivation on the road of cultivation because of an adventure, although he married his wife and children, and spread the leaves, he lost his three sons in a row, and then lost his wife, and he could only work hard to pull the granddaughter of his own life."

"Although he has mediocre qualifications, he has seen the scenery of the aisle, and he does not want his granddaughter to be ordinary, hard to live half a lifetime, it is difficult to send her to the gate, become a disciple, but unfortunately encountered a natural disaster**, at a young age, in a process of being poisoned, almost killed."

"Although in the end, it was rescued by the same door, but the strange poison in the body, and the evil beast bit off the left leg, has become a drag."

"Although the Zongmen has a remedy, after all, it can only take into account daily life, and cure and detoxify is simply a bottomless pit..."

"It's not easy... forget it, go back first, and I'll persuade him."Hanvo waved his hand.

The guards looked at each other, and said nothing, silently saluted, and turned away.

Han Wo shook his trembling clothes, crouched down in front of the treasure, and gently said, “Master, it is snowing, you still don’t go back?”

Bao also knew him, can't help but laugh: "Han management, it is you, I picked up a strange soil bump in the forest yesterday, intend to try your luck, see if anyone bought it."

Han Woo knows that Bao Master is old, even if he is still young, he only has to do a seven-turn mediocre cultivation, and he may not be able to move freely in the forest, these things, when really rely on hard work to pick it up.

He did not say anything about the comforting words, but took his own bag and asked, “How much are you going to sell?”

"The old man did not know what it was, but when he saw the light, it was very strange, and he found his hand, and sold ten jades with his face."

“Okay, I bought it.”

The Lord said, “Oh, hey?Hugh, that... it can’t be done!”

Han Woo waved his hand: "Grandpa, don't say more, go back."