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Chapter 102 Mixing in
The secret island is already very different from before.

The tree stumps that used to be all over the mountains and fields have been uprooted, the undulating ground has been leveled off one by one, walls several feet high have been built on the shore near the sea, and buildings of various colors have risen from the ground.

The entire island was bustling with people, and there were teams of tall, majestic and tough-looking Imperial Guards patrolling everywhere in golden armor.

The teleportation circle, as well as the entrance to the dungeon, have a post every three steps and a sentry every five steps.

There are a lot of people here, and there is no place to hide and show up.

Suddenly, four people suddenly appeared in a small open space not far away from the entrance of the dungeon. They were covered in blood, supporting each other and stumbling around. Immediately, a Forbidden Army guard stepped forward to help them and took them not far away. A small building with the word "medical" written on it.

Lu Ang immediately had an idea. He took out a set of old clothes from his storage bag, put them into tattered pieces, and then took out some monster blood that was usually used for drawing talismans and grinding ink. He sprinkled it all over his body, and then put it on himself. , wiped some dirt on his face and head, and then came to the clearing.

In the open space, he untied the spatial phase and revealed his figure. Then he staggered forward two steps and fell to the ground.

Just like before, two forbidden soldiers came to help him immediately.

Plan pass!
Lu Ang also tried his best to pretend to be weak and let them help him to the hospital.

"Wait a minute!" Suddenly, a voice from the side sounded.

Looking back, it was a guy with more complicated and gorgeous armor, who looked like a general.

He frowned, looked Lu Ang up and down, and asked, "Why do you look so unfamiliar? Which company do you belong to? Show me the brand!"

Mudd!Why is there facial recognition?Do you have such a good memory?
There was no other way. Lu Ang could only pretend to search for it on his body, pretending that he couldn't find it, and then reluctantly said: "It should have fallen when I was fighting the commander."

"Then which family are you from?" The general had already put his hand on the knife.

"I am from the Zhou family! The Wushan Zhou family! I am a guest of the Zhou family!" Lu Ang pretended to be flustered, but told the truth.

The general turned his head and looked to the side. Next to him was a taller black-armored forbidden soldier.

The black-armored forbidden army nodded.

The general let go of the handle of the knife, but his eyes were still sharp: "Tell me, are you a spy from a foreign race?"

"Of course not! Only the *bloods raised by *sons work as spies for foreign races!" Lu Ang blushed and expressed his true feelings.

The black-armored imperial army nodded again.

The general finally felt relieved, waved his hand, and allowed the two soldiers to take Lu Ang to the hospital.

There were so many people in the medical center, many of them were covered in blood, missing arms and legs, and some were lying on the ground not knowing whether they were alive or dead. Doctors in emerald green robes were constantly moving back and forth to help them treat them.

Lu Ang was helped to sit down on a bench against the wall, and the two forbidden soldiers left.

Soon, a doctor came and asked, "Where is the injury?"

Lu Ang waved his hand: "They're all skin injuries. It's not a problem. Just give me a healing medicine."

"Okay." The doctor nodded, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured a pill out: "Just give me any spiritual material."

Sure enough, they are paid medical treatment!But after all, if you go back for treatment, you will have to pay a spiritual material transmission fee, which is considered a reasonable fee.

Lu Ang randomly gave him an unfamiliar spiritual grass and exchanged it for the pill.

The doctor didn't stay long and started serving others.

After staying in the medical center for another half an hour, feeling that he was almost done pretending, Lu Ang left the medical center and headed towards the obviously lively group of buildings down the hillside.A prosperous market has been built here, with inns, taverns, forging shops, elixir shops, brothels and gambling houses, and more, small shops where various aristocratic families buy spiritual objects, and shops directly along the street. The person setting up the stall.

After a brief stroll around, the prices in each store were relatively high, and they all used various spiritual materials for charging. Ordinary gold and silver were like waste paper here.

But there are still a lot of people consuming money. In the tavern, there are people making love, in the brothel, there are people hugging women, and in the gambling hall, there are even more people, everyone is shouting and drinking, and it is a scene of drunkenness and sleepiness.

It seems that the danger of this level of dungeon is indeed relatively high, otherwise these people would not have degenerated like this and lived every day as their last.

Not making a copy is indeed the right thing to do!
I walked around the stalls along the street again and took a look at some of the items on the stalls. Sure enough, they were all ordinary items with weak spiritual energy. It seemed that they were all dropped by mobs.

What the casual cultivators outside said is right, all the good things have been taken away by people from the aristocratic families. These recruited casual cultivators are indeed just cannon fodder. They have no share of the good treasures, and they may die one day. in the copy.

If you can't see hope and can't escape, can't you just fall?

Setting up a stall is not a good idea, it will easily attract people's attention, and if you really meet someone from the Zhou family, or someone who knows you, it will not be a good idea, so you have to fight quickly.

Lu Ang directly found Shangguan's acquisition shop.

According to Lu Ang's previous understanding, among the northern aristocratic families, the Shangguan family, as the family of queens and controllers of the imperial guards, is considered one of the top families, with strong strength and rich heritage.

I first read a few other people's acquisition transactions and confirmed the transaction process for acquiring the store. I felt it was fairly fair.

Lu Ang stepped forward, took out a bottle of grass elixir directly from the storage bag, and introduced: "This is the elixir that I got from the big treasure box after defeating the commander in the end. It is full of spiritual energy, but I don't know what it does. "

"Oh?" The shopkeeper in the buying shop was surprised: "There are actually treasures in the treasure box?"

"There is no way, the last commander was too powerful, and I was the only one left alive." Lu Ang pretended to be bitter.

"Take one and let me see!" The shopkeeper stretched out his hand.

Lu Ang gave him one.

The shopkeeper looked around carefully, smelled and rubbed, and finally made sure, and then asked: "What do you want to change?"

"This bottle contains 24 pills. As you know, I can only sell half of it, which is twelve pills. I want to exchange for a batch of spiritual materials." With that, Lu Ang handed over a list he had written long ago. passed.

They are all needed for his stuck skills. A small success requires two copies, a big success requires four copies, and eight copies are needed. Lu Ang chose fourteen copies of each spiritual material. Of course, there are also some that he used in magical powers before. I saw it in the Secretary's exchange book, cheap spiritual materials, used to confuse people.

The shopkeeper glanced at the list and was stunned for a moment: "So many?"

Lu Ang immediately said: "You can exchange as much as you can. I think a famous family like the Shangguan family will not cheat me, a casual cultivator. You can take that pill away first and try the effect. I will just wait here." ”

"Okay!" The shopkeeper nodded and walked into the back of the store.

After waiting for almost more than an hour, the shopkeeper reappeared, carrying a big box: "Twelve pills, these are the only ones you can exchange for. Just order them."

Lu Ang opened the box and took a rough inventory. Although it didn't meet his expectations, it was indeed what he needed.

He decisively counted eleven and completed the deal.

After going to the inn and checking out a room, he took inventory carefully, crossed out the spiritual materials he had already obtained on the list, wrote a new one, put on a new set of clothes, and then went to another purchase shop.

This time, it was the Shen family, a great scholar.

(End of this chapter)