Zhao Yu seemed to ignore so much, at least on the surface, so there was no need to mention the little monk Yichan next to him. At this time, in the eyes of the little monk, there were only candied haws, but candied haws.

"Boss, let's have three strings of candied haws."

Zhao Yu habitually called out the boss's words. The vendor selling candied haws was slightly stunned for a moment, then took out three candied haws with a smile on his face and handed them over.

"Chenghui, three Yuan crystals."

Three Yuan Crystals? Zhao Yu blinked and stopped his original action of paying money.

If he hadn't seen and heard with his own eyes, he would have thought he had made a mistake.

A run of candied haws, and a run of very ordinary candied haws actually require a Yuan crystal?

This is a bit outrageously expensive.

The vendor smiled and stretched out his right hand and looked at Zhao Yu.

When several people nearby saw this scene, they couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook their heads. The eyes of Zhao Yu looked at Zhao Yu with a hint of pity.

"Poor guy, how could he be so stupid to buy candied haws for the soul-catching people?"

"That's right, his candied haws are much more expensive than any elixir, and they are not delicious."

"That's right, I don't know how the owner of the shop let him in the market."

Obviously, this candied hawk vendor has been here for a while, and at least some vendors who are stationed in Mingyuan Market around him know such a cheating person.

A string of candied haws, one yuan crystal, and just ordinary candied haws. Who believes what they say?

At the beginning, some people went to buy it because of curiosity, but later everyone found out that they were all fooled.

The candied haws bought by this bastard are just ordinary candied haws, and there is nothing special at all, but this guy actually only collects Yuanjing.

Moreover, this guy is not a person in the market. He has only been in the past month, so the people who are stationed in the market have no good feelings for him.

But it wouldn't be right to fight with the other party for a Yuan Jing.

There are rules for markets. For example, if you do business here, you have to abide by the rules for markets.

Furthermore, Mingyuan Market is a prepared guard team, and the captain of the guard team is even a Saint Warrior. Under such powerful force, who dares to cause trouble here?

"Brother Zhao, I don't want it anymore." The little monk Yichan seemed to notice something was wrong and couldn't help but handed back three strings of candied haws.

Before Zhao Yu could speak, the vendor selling candied haws was already smiling and said, "No return is required, but he accepts credit."

No return, can be owed on credit.

In this market where people come and go like flowing water, it is a huge joke.

To give an analogy, what if an outsider bought candied haws and then left on credit, patted his butt the next day?

In fact, someone has done this, but everyone knew the next day that the person's body was placed not far from the entrance of the market. On his chest, there was a string of candied haws and a Yuan crystal.

This was what happened half a month ago. The vendor at that time also said this with a smile.

At that time, everyone thought that the vendor was crazy.

In Mingyuan Market, there are only warriors, but there are no ordinary people. A saint warrior comes to credit. Do you have to credit? If you don’t pay it back, what will you do?

But until now, there are still no Saint Warriors who have ever come to find fault. Perhaps the Saint Warriors cannot take the face to do such dirty things, or perhaps the Saint Warriors who see more deeply than other fighting warriors and know more about the powerful relationship.

As for the name of the hawker's soul-catching person, it was also found on the seventh-level warrior who was not yet ready to walk on credit half a month ago, because there was a piece of paper under the string of candied haws.

If you don’t pay it back on credit, you will return it with your soul! The soul-catching person.

It can be seen throughout the world, whether on or under the mountain, there seems to be no fierce man called the soul-catching man.

This is the reason why those people in the market did not provoke hawkers.

Sometimes, mystery is the most intimidating, and Tebi is such mystery and rewards the price of a warrior with his life at the seventh level.

"No credit is required." Zhao Yu shook his head gently, turned his hand, and three Yuan crystals appeared in his hand and handed them to the vendor.

When you go out, be with humans and be the most important thing.

Others are doing business here, and they are clearly priced without any guile. If they are still rude, it will be a bit unreasonable, and it will be more like looking for trouble.

Is it expensive to buy three strings of candied haws?

Very expensive, very expensive, outrageous.

But for Zhao Yu, since others do business in this way, if you choose to buy it yourself, you should give it money or Yuan Jing.

"Thank you for patronage, the young master is generous." The vendor still smiled unstoppable: "Three strings of candied haws can just provide you with a message. As long as you only have what happened in this continent, you can ask."

"Hmm? There is also this benefit?"

Zhao Yu, who was already preparing to turn around and take the little monk away, stopped and turned around to look at the vendor who was still smiling.

"This is not a good thing, it is called equivalent exchange." The vendor chuckled softly: "If you just buy a bunch, then you can't reach the price, but if you buy three, you will naturally be qualified. Oh, you will pay for the news."

Zhao Yu frowned slightly. He bought three strings of candied haws and could ask for a message, but this news requires additional payment?

Looking at the puzzled expressions of the people around him, Zhao Yu suddenly woke up. From just now, the vendors were actually transmitting messages.

Gather the line and transmit sound.

This is a ability that only exists in the realm of a wise man.

Some Saint Warriors who have been stranded in the Saint Warrior Realm for hundreds of years can also gather threads to transmit voices, but all of them are terrifying people.

In other words, the hawker in front of him is at least a Saint Fighter, and an old Saint Fighter.

"If I want to know how many assassinations I will encounter from here to Yanliangshan, and what price will it cost?" Zhao Yu pondered for a moment, and asked the question he wanted to know the most.

He was destined to be uneasy when he went to Yanliang Mountain. Since the hawker in front of him dared to claim to know all the people and affairs of the mainland, Zhao Yu would test this question.

"There is only one chance. Is it true that the young master wants to ask this question?" The vendor still looked at Zhao Yu with a smile, and what he used was still voice transmission.

"Well. This is a matter of my life and life." Zhao Yu nodded and affirmed: "My name is Zhao Yu."

"I know this, Zhao Yu, the young leader of the Bajue Sect, is preparing to participate in the ten-year martial arts discussion." The vendor looked at it, and a glimmer flashed in his eyes. After a moment, he smiled bitterly: "I can't answer your question. Even if I give it to more Yuanjing, I can't answer it because there are too many variables."
Chapter completed!