C108

After fixing up the area for a while, the sky had already darkened, so they started to continue driving.

After running until midnight, they finally arrived at their destination and randomly chose a hotel to rest in.

The next day, Bai Xiaobei got up early out of habit. He had originally wanted to refine qi, but in the end, this place did not have a suitable place, so he could only wash up and wander around.

He had already seen that Old Sunn and the rest were in high spirits, they obviously did not have the habit of sleeping in, but of course, in this business, if they slept in, perhaps no one would be willing to find them for a job.

Early in the morning, the merchants of Tibetan came out to set up their stalls. There were strange and unusual things everywhere: robes, sabers, sculptures, blankets, sheepskins, medicines, horns, even prayer beads, Prayer Wheel s, these sorts of things.

It was a bustling street of ancient buildings and was filled with Tibetan culture. Many tourists liked to visit this place, so it was very lively here.

Since he could not speak Tibetan, Bai Xiaobei felt troubled. He had taken a fancy to a Chiru, but unfortunately, he could not speak the same language. Although the merchant could speak a few words in Chinese, he could not understand what Bai Xiaobei was saying.

Helpless, Bai Xiaobei directly pulled the Old Sunn over to act as an interpreter.

"This horn is no good, it's clearly broken. It's useless, the price is double the price of a good Tibetan antelope horn, I think you are a fool, Brother."

Old Sunn also came over but did not say anything. After looking at the Antelope's Horn, he immediately picked out the problem.

"It's a defective product!"

Bai Xiaobei was a little disappointed, but very quickly, he saw that there was someone selling something like this in the distance, so he walked over with large strides.

"Sigh!"

Tibetan saw that Bai Xiaobei had suddenly left, and immediately shouted out loud, but unfortunately, she saw that Bai Xiaobei was not paying attention to him at all, and knew that her defective product had been seen through by the man in front of him, and she could not help but scold him.

The Old Sunn did not care, the Tibetan was more ferocious, although he was not afraid, but he did not want to be surrounded by a group of Tibetan, he was not here to fight.

Just as Bai Xiaobei was walking, he suddenly felt the storage ring tremble slightly, and was immediately shocked, the first time was with the Small Pangolin, and the second time was with the eight-sided bone jade, and it was trembling like that.

He tried sensing his surroundings, and it seemed as if he was not far away. Thus, he quickly walked forward.

"What the hell is this?"

This was a stall that sold all kinds of Buddha Sect items. On it were talismans, buddhist beads, hand beads, and a lot of random religious items.

He followed the ring's instructions and fished out a staff that was as thick as an arm. It appeared to be the tail of a staff, and it looked to be neither gold nor gold.

The buyer was like an ascetic monk. His body was tattered and he did not wear shoes. However, his entire body was oily, unlike the ascetic monks who only cared about buddhism.

"Have you taken a fancy to it?"

The monk suddenly opened his mouth, and the words he said were Chinese, causing Bai Xiaobei to be happy, he did not have to trouble the Old Sunn, he could also communicate like this.

"I like it. How much is it?"

He knew that this thing was definitely extraordinary, but he didn't know what it was. However, he didn't care at all if it cost a few hundred yuan more.

As expected, this man, who was pretending to be the monk, revealed a trace of joy in his eyes and said, "Not expensive, 2,000 yuan."

"Two thousand yuan?" Bai Xiaobei couldn't help but want to confirm, if it was two thousand yuan, then he would directly buy it.

The ascetic revealed an expression of an exalted monk. "Two thousand yuan is not much. You …"

Before he finished speaking, Bai Xiaobei took out his wallet and took out 2,000 yuan. This time, he brought 5000 yuan in cash and traded it for a treasure.

"Here you go, I've taken the thing."

He directly passed the money over. He didn't expect it to be this smooth. The boss was stunned for a moment and was quickly overjoyed. He hurriedly took the money and checked through them one by one.

Bai Xiaobei fumbled around, only to discover that there was a strong power inside, it was just that this power was a little strange, as though it was not a Spirit Energy.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly saw a Tibetan speaker dressed in a fiery red robe. The speaker was staring intently at a length of the staff in Bai Xiaobei's hand.

Bai Xiaobei recalled the way the Tibetan horn had saluted and also learned to bow to it. After that, he looked at this strange horn strangely and turned to leave.

"Please... "Hold on!"

The loudspeaker suddenly opened its mouth and raised its head, allowing Bai Xiaobei to see clearly that it was a beautiful, young speaker that was around 20 years old.

The gaze of the trumpet was always fixed on the item in her hands. Bai Xiaobei frowned: What can I do for you, Master?

The owner who was dressed like an ascetic quickly bowed and chanted something. It sounded like a six word chant, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

He pointed at the staff in Bai Xiaobei's hand and asked: "Esteemed customer, can you transfer this item to me?"

"Damn, why do I feel like I'm so familiar with this place?"

could not help but scold himself for being so unlucky. The ring prompt had been used three times, and every single time, there would be people making trouble. The first time was when he killed Matt, and the second time was when the Outter Martial Boxing Expert and the Internal Martial Boxing sent a horn over.

"Young master, I bought this. It's not for sale."

The power contained in it was not weak. It was definitely a precious treasure.

Upon hearing this, the monk owner beside her shouted, "Don't be rude to the master. I'm not selling this anymore, I'll return the money to you!"

He took out the two thousand yuan he had just put in and handed it over without feeling heartache.

Bai Xiaobei's expression became a little ugly. "Since I've already bought it, it's already mine, there's no need to talk anymore. If there's nothing else, I'll be taking my leave first!"

Since he had taken a fancy to it, he would naturally not hand it over.

"Do you want to rob me?"

The boss was enraged, he immediately threw the money on the ground and reached out to grab Bai Xiaobei.

Bai Xiaobei pressed down on the boss's arm, a trace of anger flashed past his eyes, and he sneered: "Are you serious? Who wants to steal it now? "

The owner who was dressed as an ascetic was also a strong man, but at this moment, he could not break free. His arm seemed to be crushed as he struggled and shouted in pain: "Let go!"

The trumpet also quickly shouted, "Please let go. I did not force you. Since you are unwilling to sell me, then this item is not destined to be sold to me."

Bai Xiaobei heard it and felt his teeth ache. What kind of fate or misfortune had nothing to do with him, the surrounding Tibetan were all eyeing him covetously, he did not want to cause any trouble either.

The boss grimaced in pain. The trumpet glanced at his arm and showed an apologetic expression. He saluted and said, "I've caused you a hard time."

The boss who was still in pain heard this and was immediately overjoyed. He bowed continuously, making Bai Xiaobei, who was at the side, dizzy. He did not understand what was the meaning of this, so he did not bother about it anymore and turned to leave.

"Esteemed customer, please wait a moment!"

What made him cough up blood was that the trumpet behind him started calling out to him again.

Seeing Bai Xiaobei turn his head around with an unfriendly expression, the trumpet smiled and said: "Esteemed customer, are you your Central Plains Internal Martial Boxing Expert?"