After everyone had enough food and drink, the portrait suggested that everyone go out for a walk.

"How are you two? Are you interested in joining together?"

Hemu, who was resting on the chair, looked at Ji Lan and nodded stubbornly.

The two of them got up and opened the door and followed the three of them. When they came downstairs to the door, the inn owner couldn't help but take a look and couldn't help asking.

"Do you want to go out?"

The portrait nodded at him, responded perfunctorily, and took everyone away.

They came to the bustling street market again. When they saw the dazzling array of weapons and equipment on the street stalls, they couldn't help but ask.

"How do you sell this boss?"

The black-bearded middle-aged man squatting on the chair looked at him leisurely and looked in the direction of his fingers.

"One gold coin is not a double price."

The portrait glanced at him, looked at the golden dagger with some reluctance, sighed helplessly, and had to turn around and leave.

"Wait, boss, can you exchange goods for goods?"

When the portrait saw the actions of the tourists next door, she couldn't help but lit up and continued to ask.

"This is not impossible, okay, let's see how the weapon is first?"

The middle-aged businessman looked a little embarrassed. Of course, it was best to buy it with money, after all, it was easy to circulate.

When the portrait heard the other party say this, she took out the broken tactical vest from her storage ring.

The middle-aged businessman shook his head at him, feeling a little dissatisfied.

The portrait did not give up and continued to take out another item's broken frost staff from the storage ring.

When the item appeared, the portrait found that the other party was inspiration, but shook his head and said, "It's not enough."

The portrait frowned and felt a little dissatisfied. She made up her mind to come up with these two pieces of equipment. Since the other party doesn't sell it, then forget it.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, the middle-aged businessman hurriedly shouted: "Wait, we can talk about it."

The portrait was delighted, but he didn't show any expression in front of him. He turned around and looked at him, and asked, "How do you talk?"

"Do you have any other equipment? I can give you an extra weapon cover."

The shrewd middle-aged businessman found that the other party's face was a little stiff, and sighed in his heart. It seemed that he could not fool the guy in front of him.

So he patiently explained the properties of the golden dagger and weapon hood to the portrait.

Golden dagger: excellent, armor-breaking 10

Weapon leather case: an additional 10% weapon attributes

The portrait hesitated for a while, picked up and picked out the dagger and an AK-74 rifle from the storage ring.

After taking the weapon, the middle-aged businessman glanced at the attributes and nodded with satisfaction.

The portrait left here after completing the transaction with the other party.

"I'm sorry, I've kept you waiting for a long time."

When the portrait got the weapon hood and the golden dagger, he immediately threw them into the storage ring when he turned around. He looked at everyone with a little apology.

"It's okay, let's keep going."

Xue Yang pushed his glasses and said with a calm expression.

The five people walked around and started to fall in love with a lot of good things. Unfortunately, only Ye Yong is now redeemable. As for Hemu and Ji Lan, they were embarrassed to speak to him, while Xue Yang said it didn't matter.

As a weapon expert, Xue Yang has almost nothing to be difficult for him as long as he has design drawings.

After everyone walked for a while, they found that the nearby pedestrians gathered towards the front.

The portrait was a little curious, looked at everyone, and walked towards the crowd.

It was a ring, and a white-haired blood swordsman standing in the center.

A long couplet floated above the ring, which read: Just defeat the cursed blood swordsman and you can get a thousand gold, Tong Yan Wushou.

There was a noisy crowd, and many strong men wanted to go to the ring to try it out to see if they could get the money by chance.

However, they were stopped by the onlookers. An elderly white-haired man stretched out his dry fingers like pine trees and pointed to the couplet.

"Look at what the following words are?"

The young and strong man who was called was slightly stunned, suppressed his dissatisfaction and looked up at the top.

I saw that after "The child's words are not old", there were four extremely small blood words "If you don't care about life and death"!

The young man was startled with his eyelids and couldn't help but shout and scolded, "What's this? Is it too a scam?"

The Blood Swordsman glanced at him coldly and explained.

"If you don't do this, you won't take turns one by one? I don't have the time to spend with you, and it's common for swords to kill each other without eyes or unintentionally."

The young and strong man wanted to continue arguing, but when he saw the other party's blood-red eyes, a strong fear surged in his heart.

This reminded him of the legend of the Blood Swordsman. All of them were cursed by the demons. Once they entered the state of fighting, they would become bloodthirsty and fierce, and they did not know how to write the words "ruthlessness".

After seeing the reward of one thousand gold, the portrait became a little excited and couldn't help but walk forward.

"Portrait, wait, don't go."

"Don't stop him, let him go, and you guys, watch it well."

Ji Lan opened her mouth and wanted to stop him, but was interrupted by Xue Yang who was standing beside her.

"Who? What?"

"Don't squeeze?"

"It's not me, it's the people behind me who squeezed me..."

"Fuck me, who the hell is it? Don't you know how to queue up?"

Because the crowd of people standing in front of him blocked the way forward, the portrait had no choice but to keep pushing forward with brute force.

The blood swordsman standing on the ring frowned and looked at the noisy crowd. He felt that his mood was getting worse and worse and he was almost unable to suppress it.

After several attempts at portraits, he had to give up this idea because he found it was too troublesome.

So he first jumped and guessed the passerby's shoulders, then entered a state of stagnation, and then kept trampling on his body and slowly came to the ring.

"It's this guy who squeezed me just now!"

"Yes, it's him!"

"Oh, who the hell is stepping on my head just now?"

"Damn it, it hurts so much."

"Woooooooooooooooooooo dad, I want dad."

The portrait ignored the complaints of passers-by behind and looked at the blood swordsman in front of him.

"I smelled the silk sword intent on you, and now draw your sword."

The Blood Swordsman glanced at him, waved the red sword in his hand and spoke to the portrait.

"Okay," the portrait sighed slightly. The moment he took out the double-edged giant sword from the storage ring, he launched a "light slash" and came behind the Blood Swordsman.
Chapter completed!