Slum transactions are carried out at flea markets.

A large number of adventurers gathered here, either to make gold, sell, or to be brokers to buy and sell and earn the difference.

Kirk took out a whiteboard dagger and a snake-headed crutch, threw it on the stall, and began to practice hard according to the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic.

The price is marked on it, the whiteboard dagger 100 survival points, and the DD-grade snake-head crutch, which costs a full 2,000 survival points.

Since Du Yu asked for a price so far, some people naturally returned the money. A group of people gathered up: "What JB thing, dare you to ask for 2,000?"

"Just 5 points of attack power, and special weapons, I don't want it for free."

"Spray poisonous mist? [Dragon Breath]?"

Du Yu dared to ask for a price, of course he had some support. He took apart the snake-headed crutches at night and injected the [Baishe Pill] toxin into it with barbaric techniques.

This will of course lead to a decrease in the quality of the snake rod. The original toxin that lasts for 10 seconds will inevitably appear to have a paralysis of halving the movement speed, which is replaced by a copycat effect of 25 toxins within 5 seconds, with a 10% chance of paralysis. This gap is so big that it is like replacing Apple 5S with Apple 2 generation.

But there is no doubt that for the constant 5 points of damage, there are three more [Dragon Breath] mechanisms, although these 2,000 points are expensive, they are worth the money.

"Boy! I'll spare you if I give this thing to me!" A big man became ferocious.

Du Yu continued to practice martial arts without any movement.

The big man was about to have an attack, but when he saw the Red Python patrolman coming over, he stopped talking.

Although the Red Python is greedy, the most basic functions of the ruler are all possessed one by one. This market order is inevitable. Otherwise, in a chaotic area, basic transactions will stagnate, where will the Red Python collect taxes?
Chapter completed!