"The market opens every ten years, specially prepared for the disciples of the seven major sects?"
Chen Lei never thought that there would be such a strange market.
The man who was held by Chen Lei was quite familiar with the place and said, "My dear little brother, it seems that you are a newcomer and don't know about this matter. You should know that there are countless good things in this market. Everyone knows that the disciples of the seven major sects are wealthy, so many merchants are holding back their efforts and want to make a fortune. All the things they prepare are exquisite. By the way, I am also here to set up a stall. Here are some old items. I wonder if you are interested."
After the man finished speaking, he pulled Chen Lei and walked directly to a street stall, where a dozen gray and plain items were placed, which looked very unremarkable.
Chen Lei took a look and said, "Brother, what are these things of yours? They are completely useless. Are you a liar?"
After hearing this, the man's face immediately turned red and he said, "Little brother, you can't say that. All of my things are top-notch."
After that, the man lowered his voice and said in Chen Lei's ear: "Little brother, to be honest with you, although these things are all from the soil, they are definitely fine products."
Chen Lei took a look at the items on display. They were indeed very old and gave off a musty smell. They were obviously stolen from a tomb. Each of these items was a good treasure, but Chen Lei didn't think highly of them.
"Brother, let me go around again!"
Chen Lei waved his hand, rejecting the man's attempt to continue selling, and continued to wander around the market with Nie Qianran, Chu Bichan, Qu Hongluan, and Du Xianer.
This market is huge, and the goods in front of the vendors are all high-quality goods, or at least genuine. No one is passing off fake goods as genuine or inferior goods as good ones.
Because these people all know that the disciples of the seven major sects are not so easy to deceive. If they really deceive the disciples of the seven major sects, their lives in the future will never be easy.
Although all the items are real, some are good and some are bad. If you want to pick out the best ones, then it all depends on your eyesight.
“I saw this first!”
"What do you mean you saw it first? It was obviously me who got it first."
Suddenly, the sound of quarreling was heard in front of a stall, which instantly attracted a large number of people to watch. Chen Lei, Nie Qianran, Chu Bichan and others also looked in that direction.
I saw a young man in a blood-red robe and a young man in a black robe, each holding one end of a precious ruler, fighting with each other, refusing to give in.
"Isn't that Yin Feifei from the Blood Cloud Tower? He is the strongest young man in the Blood Cloud Tower. Who dares to compete with him for something?"
In the crowd, someone recognized the young man in the blood-red robe, Yin Feifei, who was known as the strongest young man in the Blood Cloud Tower. He was extremely powerful and a rare young hero.
"The person competing with Yin Feifei is one of the top ten disciples of the Thousand Demon Sect, named Liu Binghan. He ranks ahead of Ning Suiyu, so he is naturally not afraid of Yin Feifei."
Someone said, pointing out the identity of the Thousand Demon Sect disciple.
"What is that thing that is worth the two major sects' disciples fighting for it?"