The three knives that Zhang Ping just looked at were more expensive than the other.

Among them, the price of the Nine-ring Magic Axe Knife is 500,000 Pearl Coins!

The price of the ghost sickle is 600,000.

The last "Haitan" price is 2 million.

There is a huge gap between the rich and the poor in Mingzhu City, so Zhang Ping is not sure what the income of the awakened person is.

But according to his investigation in the past few days, the annual salary of ordinary farmers in Mingzhu City is about 3,000 Mingzhu coins, which means that if you want to buy "Hanniang", you have to eat or drink for more than 666 years.

Very expensive.

Zhang Ping sighed slightly in his heart. Although he knew that super equipment was definitely not cheap, he did not expect it to be so expensive.

"Grandpa, are there any cheaper weapons here?" Zhang Ping then turned around and found that the cheapest weapons cost tens of thousands of Mingzhu coins, so he walked to the old man and asked softly.

The old man took a sip of cigarette, and after about a minute and a half, he looked at Zhang Ping and slowly spoke: "What did you say?"

"Grandpa, I'm asking, are there any cheaper weapons here?" Zhang Ping had no choice but to ask again.

The old man looked at Zhang Ping and reacted as if he was half a beat slower. After a while, he answered the question and said, "My son is waiting for me to have a meal."

“…”

Zhang Ping felt speechless.

No wonder the customers in front of them all left empty-handed.

At this time, a middle-aged strong man hurriedly walked into the store from outside.

He was over thirty years old, wearing a torn camouflage uniform, inverted triangle shape, his arms were thicker than Zhang Ping's thighs, and a rough and dark sword behind him. He could tell at a glance that he was an experienced veteran adventurer with rich experience.

"Sorry, this store will not sell things for the time being." He put the weapon on his back in the corner and stepped forward to say to Zhang Ping.

When the old man saw the middle-aged man, he shouted dissatisfiedly: "Stupid, where are you taking Dashan to fool around? Where are you?"

"Uncle Liu, why did you open the store again? Didn't I ask you to wait at home? I will find the mountains soon." The man named "Stinky Flat Strong" smiled bitterly.

The old man knocked the stinky fart's head with a long pipe, and said with a grudge: "I've known to be scattered all day long, so I'll hurry up and ask Dashan to go home for dinner."

"Okay, Uncle Liu, I will turn around and ask Dashan to go home for dinner. Let's close the store and go upstairs first." Xiaobaqiang agreed repeatedly.

The old man knocked the stinky fart's head with a long pipe and said dissatisfiedly: "I'm staying here. What if an old customer comes to the door and can't find me?"

"Okay, okay, we're here and we won't go anywhere." Shaobaqiang smiled bitterly.

He is a veteran of adventurers and has a four-person team under his command. He has saved a lot of savings over the past decade, and not taking tasks for several months will not affect his livelihood.

But his teammates are all Moonlight clans. Once they don’t take the task, they lose their source of income and their lives will become a problem.

But Uncle Liu is his closest relative, and the two are like father and son!

Since his good brother Dashan disappeared, Uncle Liu's spirit has become worse and worse day by day, and he is often in a daze. He is really worried about leaving Uncle Liu to live alone here.

At this time, he noticed Zhang Ping who was about to leave, and his eyes suddenly lit up and an idea popped up in his mind.

There are big differences in temperament between students and social people.

Anyone who can join the three major organizations will definitely not come here to buy weapons, and those who decide to be farmers will not be able to come, so does this student want to become an adventurer?

"Little brother, wait." He thought for a while and called Zhang Ping.

Zhang Ping turned around and saw the stinky fart coming and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Let's talk." Xiaobaqiang smiled and said with a smile.

Zhang Ping hesitated for a moment, and saw that the stinky fart was not as if he had bad intentions, so he nodded in agreement.

The two walked outside the store, and Xiaobaqiang subconsciously took out a cigarette and handed it to Zhang Ping. Zhang Ping waved his hand and said that he did not smoke.

"Little brother, you should be about to graduate, right?" Xiaobaqiang reacted, hung the cigarette in his ear, and then asked.

Zhang Ping nodded and said, "It's almost done."

"I wonder what you think of the blacksmith?" Xiaoba Qiang asked carefully.

Zhang Ping thought of the slightly dementia old man, and immediately understood the intention of stinky farts, so he replied: "It's better than being a farmer."

"Yes, yes, yes, better than being a farmer." Xiaobaqiang nodded immediately.

It’s not that they look down on farmers.

But the farmers in Mingzhu City are completely different from those in Zhang Ping's previous life.

Although Zhang Ping and Su Jingyao always talked about farming when they were having fun, farmers are not just farming, and there is still a lot of extra work to be completed during the slack farming period.

For example, Mingzhu City does not have sewers, and it is not daring to have sewers.

Therefore, people's daily excrement, domestic waste, etc. need to be handled by special farmers.

There are also road construction, city wall repair, poultry and livestock farming, etc., which all require farmers to help awakened people complete.

In Zhang Ping's opinion, the farmers in Mingzhu City are actually more like farmers in real-time strategy games, and they have to do anything except fighting.

"Brother, what do you mean..." Zhang Ping looked at the Iron Soul, and then looked at the stinky fart Qiang with his exploratory gaze.

Seeing that Zhang Ping understood what he meant, Xiaoba Qiang said frankly: "I won't hide it from you. That's my uncle, an uncle who is even more kinky than his father. His son is my brother Dashan. He disappeared some time ago. Now Uncle Liu is a little confused. I want to find someone to take care of him and help him see the store.

Of course, I will come here if I have time and teach a blacksmith's work. I dare not say anything else, at least I can get a master. How about it? Consider it."

"Food food and accommodation?" Zhang Ping asked thoughtfully.

Xiaobaqiang replied: "Not only does it include food and accommodation, but it also has a salary of 100 yuan per month!"

"I'll consider it again, and I'll reply tomorrow, is it OK?" Zhang Ping was a little moved, but at the same time he was worried.

Could the missing mountain be eaten by Tianchang Fox?

In school, because "Luo Shiyu" only eats girls, and the other Tianchang Fox pretending to be a teacher rarely meets them, boys are actually safer on campus than off campus.

The reason why I was moved was mainly because of the ward rounds of "Luo Shiyu" in the morning.

This made him feel very insecure about the dormitory.

"Okay, you think carefully. By the way, you came to the store to make a handy guy, right? You just think it's a friend. The atmosphere in the city has been a little bit wrong recently, so you should be careful." Xiaobaqiang said, stuffing a dagger into Zhang Ping's hand, then turned around and left.

After saying goodbye to the strong and strong fart, Zhang Ping left the Iron Soul.

He thought about whether to agree while walking, and his eyes naturally fell on the dagger.

The blade of the dagger was put into the fish skin scabbard. He couldn't help but pull it out and found that the dagger was actually the same material as the "Han Niang". The blade was white and transparent, and it exuded a faint chill.

Good guy.

This is a great gift.

Or...will agree?

Although the school is safe, it is hard to say now.

Zhang Ping did not want to place his life in the wild beast's chaotic brain. What if "Luo Shiyu" is wrong and wants to improve the taste?

At this moment, Zhang Ping decided to agree to be strong tomorrow.

On the way, Zhang Ping couldn't put down the dagger because the dagger was made of the same material as the Han Niang's sword, and it looked like a part separated from the Han Niang's thin knife, so Zhang Ping simply named the dagger "Beauty Tears".

Unfortunately, Mingzhu Ability Academy did not teach students to use daggers. The weapons class only taught knives, swords, bows, and other weapons that were not within the teaching scope.

Fortunately, some of the sword's moves can be used with daggers.

While walking back, he simulated the scene of fighting with beautiful tears in his heart. When he walked through a park, he suddenly found a one-meter-high Tianchang Fox cub sitting on the swing in the park!

【Successful identification】

【Alien Beast: Tianchang Fox】

【Race: Alien Fox】

【potential:????】

【Life life: 53】

【Level: Primary alienated beast】

【Level: 3】

【talent】

[Cognitive distortion: You have a position of distorting biological cognition and can modify the cognition of the target]

[Common sense subversion: When doing behaviors that do not conform to common sense, the common sense of the goal can be subverted, and the goal cannot detect abnormalities]

This is a pretty weak cub.

Zhang Ping walked forward slowly, feeling a little restless.

evidence!

This Tianchang Fox is the best evidence.

If he kills the Tianchang Fox and sends the body to the investigation team, things may turn a corner.

The investigation team and the patrol team are different. The patrol team has a total of thirteen squads, but the squad leader all obeys the commander of the patrol team.
To be continued...