Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan suddenly asked: "This trading market has only been open for two days. We haven't seen a few people all the way here. Why is there a crowd of people here?"

Yuan Xiang smiled and said: "In the universe of the Neonatal Era, the spatial structure is extremely complicated. What can be reached here is not just the deserted plains. Therefore, the registered jade pendant must be kept when you come in, with the entrance information on it. If it is lost, It is unlikely that we will return to the deserted plains when we leave, and we will be in trouble."

Yang Qingxuan said: "That's it, it is extremely difficult to organize this kind of trading market."

Yuan Xiang said: "Isn't it, there are often various trading markets, but the levels are different. This time the trade fair is set at level five, and the lowest level of participants must be Qianjie."

Yang Qingxuan said, "How many levels are there?"

Yuan Xiang said: "I once participated in a seven-level trading market, and a supreme has appeared. I don't know if there is a higher level."

Yang Qingxuan said heartily: "Will there be supreme in this five-level trading market?"

Yuan Xiang said: "The possibility is low, because there are basically no things that the supreme needs in the five-level trading market."

Yang Qingxuan was rather disappointed, and originally wanted to get some top items.

Yuan Xiang reminded: "If the adults have extra things, they can also be sold here, even if the source is unknown. After all, the people who gather here, God knows where they came from, and the things that circulate out cannot be traced. So here It is also the biggest black market, and many things that are not visible will circulate."

Yang Qingxuan nodded, and the three of them walked into the hall.

In the huge space, there are nine pillars standing tall, as thick as ten people, the pillars are white jade-colored, with a little transparency, and there is a warm luster flowing on them, and a lot of information is constantly flashing on them.

Yang Qingxuan was stunned, unexpectedly that the trade would behave like this.

Thousands of Wu Xiu stood in the main hall, their eyes constantly looking back and forth on the nine pillars.

"Buying a large number of the original fragments of the universe, there is no upper limit, as many as you want, and some are directly traded."

"Seeking the blood of the ancestors of the five divine beasts: dragon, sky phoenix, fairy kun, macaque, and unicorn."

"Sell a ton of ice of the moon sea, and you can secret me in need."

"..."

There are thousands of kinds of information, which is dazzling.

Yang Qingxuan watched for a long time before he finished reading half of the column, and he didn't recognize most of the things on it.

He couldn't help but sigh with the size of the world. He had read all kinds of information collected by the Human Race. He thought he knew about the world almost, but now he knows that he is sitting in a well and watching the sky.

Yang Qingxuan asked: "How to publish information and how to deal with people?"

Yuan Xiang took out her jade pendant and printed a line of words on it with her spiritual consciousness: "Buy six colorful colorful Xia Yi."

With a single tap, those words disappeared, and soon appeared on the pillar.

Yang Qingxuan stunned: "It's so convenient."

Yuan Xiang said: "If an adult fancy any information, he can connect with the person behind the message and communicate with the person behind the message. Then he can negotiate how to trade."

Yang Qingxuan picked up the jade pendant and tried to brand the information with his spiritual sense, and soon a line appeared, and then appeared on a pillar: "Buy the top dead man."

Yuan Xiang said: "Everyone can post three messages at the same time. If you want to post the fourth one, you must erase the previous one."

Yang Qingxuan thought about it again, and once again printed a message: "Selling the top-level exercises of the Yinfei clan, "The Chi Lian Yun Jing"."

This is one of the countless top-level exercises obtained in his little divine calamity.

The silver fat tribe belongs to the middle race and does not belong to the hundred genealogy. It is safer to test the waters.

God knows who is the big man behind this trading market, whether these nine pillars and jade pendants will be famous, once there are racial objects on the hundred genealogy, the ghost knows what the consequences will be.

After a while, Yang Qingxuan printed another message: "Selling a large number of high-level magic weapons used by the Thousand Realms."

Not long after, there was a divine sense connected immediately.

Yang Qingxuan took the jade pendant and connected it with that divine sense, and the other party asked, "What magic weapons are there?"

Yang Qingxuan replied: "There are hundreds of pieces used by the high-level Thousand Realms."

The other party was silent, and asked carefully: "I am the pinnacle of the eight-star thousand realms, do you have a defensive magic weapon suitable for me?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "Yes, how do you want to see the goods?"

The human said: "You can connect my spiritual sense to that magic weapon."

Yang Qingxuan thought, it was convenient.

Immediately among the many magic weapons, I found one that was not bad, clumsy like a grinding plate, and pulled the opponent's divine consciousness to connect to this magic weapon.

In another period, the person immediately sensed the existence and breath of this magic weapon.

Soon after, the man asked, "How to sell?"

Yang Qingxuan didn't think about it, because he lacked almost everything, so he asked: "Do you have clues to the peak dead?"

The other side said: "What degree does the peak mean?"

Yang Qingxuan said, "Ten stars or more."

The other party did not respond, and said after a while: "You are crazy, right? A dead man with ten stars or more, you will find one to see me." The tone was extremely rude.

Yang Qingxuan smiled faintly, and was too lazy to deal with it, and directly cut off the connection with the other party.

He thought for a while and modified the last message: "Sell the magical items used by the high-end thousand worlds in batches, and use medicinal materials for healing injuries and increasing skill."

Then I started to concentrate on the information on the pillar.

Yuanxiang and Gangyi were also silently searching for what they wanted.

It didn't take long for several divine consciousnesses to connect. After talking, they were all dissatisfied, and then they disconnected.

Another divine sense connected: "Let me see the "Red Lian Yun Jing" of the Yin Fei tribe."

Yang Qingxuan directly introduced this divine sense to the "Chi Lian Yun Jing", but only opened the first three chapters.

The divine sense stayed on it for a long time, and then asked: "How to sell?"

Yang Qingxuan said, "What are you willing to exchange?"

The divine consciousness said: "Oh, there are so many things I can exchange, what do you want?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "The pill to increase skill is preferably something that can increase the probability of breaking through the 9-star peak."

The divine consciousness said in surprise: "Are you the pinnacle of the nine-star thousand realms? Don't be kidding. The value of that kind of thing is far above the "Chi Lian Yun Jing". You are just ordinary rubbings and can only be used for one person to practice."

In the universe of the primary era, almost all top-level exercises are rubbings that can only be practiced by one person, and some high-level storage media can be practiced by multiple people.

Those peak media that permanently rubbed the technique are the treasures of the town and clan of all races, and they cannot flow outside.

Yang Qingxuan sneered and said, "If you have a pill, you can only feed it by one person."

That human said: "I can give you a pill that can improve the peak power of the nine-star thousand realms, but the increase is extremely limited, almost equivalent to your three-year retreat practice."

The martial artist at the peak of the nine-star thousand realms usually retreats for thousands of years, and an additional three years is indeed rare.

//No more today.