The trading Convention

Yunxiao looked at the man and said with a smile, " "Show off your wealth? Can you afford to eat herbal tea eggs?"

"Ahem, I really can't afford that."

The young man was embarrassed. don't pick on me. How much is this puppet? I won't let you down.

Yunxiao narrowed his eyes. The young man in front of him was less than thirty years old, younger than Wang Zhen, but his cultivation base was slightly higher than Wang Zhen'S. He was at least a two-stars martial Supreme.

The North Region was indeed the strongest region among the four great regions. One could easily see martial honors running around in the streets. If they were placed in the other three regions, they would be at the level of elders in their sects.

"Since there's no tea egg, then I'll just give you a few tens of thousands of ninth-tier medicinal pills. You can take this puppet."

Yunxiao snorted coldly.

"Haha, this is so unpleasant!"