After making sure that no matter how she played, the World of Warcraft egg would not be damaged, Mo Xiaoxiao kept holding the World of Warcraft egg. WWw,QUAbEn-XIAoShUo,COmShe didn't even plan to give it back to Ling Feng. But she also knew that even her father couldn't possess such a high-level monster egg, so she could only take advantage of this little time to enjoy it.
A few people then walked through several aisles and found a lot of strange little things, but not many things of real value. This may also be a feature of the Yamuda Exotic Treasures Trading Conference. Most of the trading objects are some family members in the principality, or some merchants, as well as individual mercenaries, etc. The threshold is not very high.
It is very rare for a private collector like Ravili to come to Yamuda. Maybe there are, but more people come to Taobao instead of selling.
As for the warriors of the seventh and eighth levels, Ling Feng actually showed up quite a lot. The magician is even more powerful. In Ouyang Ming's words: This phenomenon will last for five days.
Because they kept discovering some novel things, the few young people quickly recovered from the shock just now. Although Xiaoxiao held the World of Warcraft egg on her chest, she was still lively and active. Kenyon followed Mo Xiaoxiao with his eyes without blinking. Ling Feng indulged her, but Kenyon didn't dare to let Mo Xiaoxiao lose the monster egg.
Suddenly, several people were attracted by a burst of noise in front of them.
Mo Xiaoxiao jumped over first, Ling Feng and Kenyon naturally followed immediately, and Ouyang Ming and others followed soon after.
There were already many people gathered here, and everyone's eyes were focused on the stall owner and another handsome-looking mercenary.
The stall owner was a middle-aged man, with a relatively calm appearance and a relatively strong physique. He did not look like a businessman, but more suitable to be a warrior. However, Ling Feng did not sense the existence of fighting energy in him. He should be just an ordinary person with an outstanding physique.
Of course, the middle-aged man may also be a third- or fourth-level warrior, because warriors of this level do not have fighting energy in their bodies. But that kind of strength may be considered a master in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is not recognized among real warriors. Only when you have reached at least the peak of the sixth level, when you can sense fighting spirit and be able to use part of it, can you be considered to be promoted to the ranks of continental warriors.
As for the other handsome mercenaries, there were three companions standing beside him, most of whom were not of high rank. Ling Feng only sensed that one of them had some fighting energy.
After chatting with some people around him, Ling Feng finally figured out the reason. The young mercenary fell in love with a one-handed sword owned by a middle-aged stall owner, but this sword was a barter product and indicated that it required a water-based magic core. Although the young mercenary has an early seventh-level magic core in his hand, it is of the earth element. Therefore, the mercenaries hope that the stall owner can be accommodating and facilitate this deal. After all, they like this one-handed sword very much.
However, the stall owner said that the sword was not his, but that someone else had kept it here for trading, and he had specified that it needed a water-based magic core. Naturally, he had no choice.
The two parties are somewhat entangled over this. The young mercenary asked to meet the owner of the goods and asked for accommodation in person, but was rejected by the middle-aged stall owner.
Originally, such disputes were very common in this rare treasure conference, and the reason why some people gathered here to watch was simply that the items in this transaction were more valuable, especially the magic core of one party was more attractive. Some people on the side even wished that the middle-aged man's deal would not succeed for the sake of the magic core, so that they could recommend the one-handed sword to the young mercenaries.
"Brother, they are so pitiful." Mo Xiaoxiao said at the side.
"Oh, why?" Ling Feng asked curiously.
"Because they can't get what they like." Mo Xiaoxiao said, "If I can't get what I like, I will be sad for a while." As she said that, Xiaoxiao also looked at the Warcraft in her hand. egg. But Ling Feng's eyes had already spotted the young mercenary at this time.
Ouyang Ming on the side also expressed deep feelings after hearing Mo Xiaoxiao's words. If you don't have the strength to obtain it, maybe you will forget it after some time. But it's really depressing that you obviously have a magic core, but you can't exchange it for what you like because of different attributes.
Looking at the people next to him, they were more focused on the magic core possessed by the young mercenary. They paid much less attention to the other party of the transaction - the one-handed sword. Ling Feng looked at the sword, discussed it with Ouyang Ming, and determined that it was a one-handed sword with added enchantment properties. To a swordsman, its value is not lower than that of a seventh-level magic core.
Ling Feng estimated that the handsome young mercenary might be a one-handed sword user, although he was not carrying a sword on his back now.
Thinking of this, Lingfeng suddenly remembered that there was a magic core in his package, which seemed to be of water attribute. So he took it out and gave it to Mo Xiaoxiao, asking her to exchange it with the young mercenary.
Mo Xiaoxiao first took the magic core with one free hand and looked at it carefully. After hearing Lingfeng say it was a water magic core, she happily ran over and explained her purpose to the young mercenary.
The young mercenary didn't show any pretense, he directly exchanged the magic core with Mo Xiaoxiao, then traded with the middle-aged stall owner, and finally got the one-handed sword he liked. And his three companions were naturally extremely happy when they saw the transaction succeed.
The four of them followed Xiaoxiao to Ling Feng and expressed their gratitude. Although speaking of it, Ling Feng did this with just a little effort. The magic core in his hand just changed from the water attribute to the earth attribute. Because both magic cores were at the seventh level of the primary level, Ling Feng did not suffer any loss. But for the young mercenaries, this move solved their current problem.
Ling Feng smiled and said there was no need to be grateful, and said that he was also a mercenary. To use a popular saying in the mercenary world: Meeting is fate!
Almost all mercenaries encounter difficulties when performing tasks. If other mercenaries see it, they will probably help as much as they can. When you are out and about, who has never needed help
The two parties announced their names to each other, but then said goodbye to each other. Because many people in the crowd had already begun to pay attention to them, especially Ling Feng who had a magic core in his hand.
Ling Feng and his party looked at the time and saw that the afternoon trading conference was about to end, so they began to return to Piaoxiang Pavilion.
On the way, Mo Xiaoxiao kept praising Ling Feng, and she also mentioned that Ling Feng gave her something as soon as they met. Ouyang Ming couldn't help but ask: "Oh, is there such a thing?"
Mo Xiaoxiao vividly told the story of how she and Ling Feng got to know each other. Naturally, she added many of her own feelings, which made people feel that the little girl's thoughts were quite special. But when he said that Lingfeng gave her a beautiful crystal, Ouyang Ming showed a suspicious look. No matter how he looked at it, he didn't think Ling Feng would give a crystal to a girl just to coax her.
Kenyon, on the other hand, couldn't stand it anymore and explained that what Lingfeng gave was a fire magic core.
Now Mo Xiaoxiao got excited and shouted that she wanted to keep the magic core by herself. Kenyon glared at her and said, "When you get home, you will keep it by yourself." There are also big differences between magic cores. The ninth-level magic core would not be replaced even by ten seventh-level magic cores. Of course, except for the relatively rare thunder, dark, and ice attributes.
Mo Xiaoxiao had no choice but to show a pitiful expression on the side. It looked like she had been wronged a lot, and she was extremely innocent. Everyone looked at it and smiled, feeling very happy.
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