Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 55 Selling Bones
Laolou Street is a famous ghost market that only opens in the second half of the night.

In addition to antiques, the main transactions are resources related to martial arts training.

The reason why Zhou Leng knew this place was because a few years ago, it was rumored that "Six Volumes of Dongjun" appeared in the ghost market of Laolou, causing various major forces to scramble for it.

The Martial Saint Zhao Dongjun personally wrote the five-volume "Miscellaneous Works of Zhao Dongjun", but many people say that there is actually a sixth volume, which contains the real secret of Zhao Dongjun's promotion to Martial Saint.

Whoever finds "Six Volumes of Dongjun" can not only obtain the supreme secret book, but can even directly become Zhao Dongjun's disciple.

Zhou Leng didn't know whether it was true or not, but everyone believed that "Six Volumes of Dongjun" existed.

On the way, Zhou Leng noticed that many people were looking at him, so he went to a nearby pharmacy and bought a mask and put it on.

The era of martial arts is far more chaotic than in the past.

Before, Zhou Leng would never have dared to come to the Ghost Market.

After advancing to the blood circulation stage, I no longer have such big concerns.

Under the dim street lights, people are coming and going on Laolou Street.

Zhou Leng walked and strolled.

The stalls selling antiques were mostly deserted, while the stalls selling martial arts resources were crowded.

The best thing here is that no one cares where the goods come from.

The only inconvenience is that you cannot use official currency and can only use underground encrypted digital currency.

Zhou Leng had never used underground currency before, so he searched and downloaded an underground currency exchange.

There were more than ten people gathered at a stall in front, looking shadowy.

Zhou Leng leaned over to take a look. Under the light of the incandescent lamp, there were all kinds of bottles and jars on the stalls, including porcelain bottles and glass bottles, which contained various spherical objects wrapped in food paper.

The major powers in the world strictly control the manufacture of elixirs, but there are always some people who can master the means of making medicines.

"How much are the Buyuan Pills?" Zhou Leng looked at the stall owner sitting on a wooden stool.

"80% efficacy, 60% price."

The official store sells it for 100,000, so 60% is 60,000.

Zhou Leng asked again: "Where are the tonic pills?"

"Ninety percent efficacy, seventy percent price."

Zhou Leng's heart was moved.

The tonic pill is not a core elixir, but it is a daily medicine. One pill costs one thousand yuan, which is equivalent to a portion of meat medicinal meal.

According to the intensity of my own practice, I should take three pills a day, but in fact I should take one pill every two days on average.

It’s a pity that I can’t eat more now. I have to use the money on “Buyuan Pills” and “Zhuangti Pills” in the future.

Zhou Leng glanced at the old stall owner and finally gave up on buying.

I don't know this person, so I can't be sure of the effectiveness of the medicine.

What's more, the efficacy of this kind of privately manufactured medicine has always been unstable.

Only the private medicines of the military tycoons and wealthy families can be compared with, or even surpass, the official medicines.

Zhou Leng continued to stroll around the ghost market.

There are elixirs, animal bones, monster remains, handwritten secret books, second-hand magic items, treasure maps, miscellaneous items from the ten realms, and so on.

After understanding the situation, Zhou Leng found a place, spread out an old bed sheet, and stood the bones up.

Soon, some warriors came.

Zhou Leng observed secretly.

Most people, like me, wore masks, and some even wore hats.

No one was practicing their skills and revealing their aura, so their strength could not be detected.

"how much is it?"

"You said."

"You sell things but you don't tell me the price?"

Zhou Leng was silent.

It’s not that I don’t want to say it, it’s just that I really don’t know the market situation.

"Twenty thousand."

Zhou Leng shook his head.

"Then tell me a price."

Zhou Leng said: "20."

"never mind……"

After asking the price, a few people stood not far away, occasionally looking over here and discussing the price.

A young man without a mask came over, wearing cropped pants, with his ankles exposed, and holding a plastic bag in his hand.

"Brothers, what are you talking about?"

"Ni San, you look good today, do you have any elixirs?"

"Hey, I did a good job last time, so Mr. Nie gave me five blood-replenishing pills. I just took one. What are you talking about beef bones?"

"There's a stall over there selling innate demon ox bones. They're of good quality, but 60,000 is a bit expensive."

"Innate Demonic Bull Bone? Our Boss Nie just needs bone powder for his body refining. If it's good, I'll bring it back to Boss Nie."

Ni San walked to Zhou Leng's stall, picked up the magic cow bone and looked at it for a long time. "Brother, can you sell it for 3?" Ni San asked.

Zhou Leng shook his head.

Ni San was squatting on the ground, wearing a wrinkled black suit, revealing his two blue dragon stripes on his arms, and his head was slightly tilted.

Zhou Leng looked at the plastic bag in Ni San's hand. A white medicine box could be vaguely seen in the transparent bag.

"3 is not a low price. You can ask around. I'm Ni Saner. Everyone in this area knows that business is always fair. How about we make friends?"

Zhou Leng shook his head.

"Hey... you, thirty-five thousand, one price, how about that?"

Zhou Leng was silent.

"Then how much do you say?"

"6."

"What you're selling is the bones of a demon bull, not a demon bull. Brother, please give me some face. My boss just needs it. Forty thousand, I gritted my teeth and bought it."

Zhou Leng shook his head.

"Hi..." Ni San looked Zhou Leng up and down and suddenly smiled.

"Dude, the ghost market is not peaceful. Sell it to me and I'll make sure you leave safely."

Zhou Leng narrowed his eyes and stared at Ni San.

Ni San chuckled, stood up and looked at Zhou Leng.

"Forty thousand, will you sell it?"

"Not for sale!" Zhou Leng said bluntly.

"Okay." Ni San smiled and turned to leave.

Soon, a man wearing a mask came over.

"How much is the Xiantian Demonic Ox Bone?"

Zhou Leng saw that the other party knew the goods, so he said, "You make the offer first."

"You name a price."

Zhou Leng now had a rough idea of the price and said, "Sixty thousand."

"It's a bit expensive..." the man muttered.

At this time, Ni San came over with a smile, squatted beside the man, and said, "Brother, I don't think this thing is worth 60,000, at most 40,000."

The man glanced at Ni San and continued to stare at the demon bull bone.

Ni San added: "Our Bada Development Company has taken a fancy to it."

The man turned around and asked, "Tian Wenhu's Bada?"

"In Ruge District, there is only this one Bada."

"Goodbye." The man stood up and left.

Zhou Leng narrowed his eyes and looked at Ni San.

Ni San chuckled, stood up and walked to a nearby place to chat with someone.

Zhou Leng looked around and saw some people watching from afar and no longer approaching.

People came to see one after another. Ni San brought out the names of Bada Development Company and Tian Wenhu, and everyone had to leave.

Soon, a strong man without a mask came over, picked up the cow bone and examined it carefully.

"Although this cow bone is old, it is well preserved. Name your price."

"Sixty thousand." Zhou Leng said.

The man frowned and hesitated.

As Ni San came over, he said, "Friend, our Bada Development Company has taken a liking to you."

The sturdy man glanced at Ni San, then looked at Zhou Leng and said, "Fifty-eight thousand for a direct deal."

"it is good."

"A straightforward person." The sturdy man smiled.

After the underground currency transaction, the sturdy man did not take the bed sheet, but carried the bone on his shoulder and left.

Ni San glanced at the man, snorted, and left with his companions.

"Why don't you stop him?" asked his companion.

"That person has a steady body. He can hold dozens of kilograms of bones like chopsticks. He is at least in the Body Refining Stage. I can't afford to offend him."

Zhou Leng rolled up the old bed sheet and walked towards home, his face calm but his heart alert.

After walking a dozen steps out of the ghost market, two figures rushed out from the front.

"Business is good, man."

Ni San and his accomplices stood in front with smiles on their faces.

Zhou Leng said: "This is the urban area."

Ni San smiled and said, "What's wrong with the city? There are no cameras around. Don't get me wrong, I came to you for no other reason than to ask where your beef bones came from. I also want to pick up a few pieces."

Zhou Leng said, "My uncle is a master of Shengli period. He picked it up from the Demon City and gave it to me. Do you want it? Come on, I will take you to see my uncle. Do you want to call my uncle first?"

(End of this chapter)