As the sheriff of the Divine Grace Market, Wang Guowei still went to find someone.
However, Meng Yi discussed it with him, took 150,000 yuan in cash from him, and transferred the remaining 1.35 million yuan to his own account.
During the transfer process, Meng Yi also saw the annoying bank ghost. The two of them endured its chattering and quickly transferred the money.
"So when you say online, you mean the formation network that spans the entire fortress city?"
"What else?"
Meng Yi laughed at himself, "I thought it was something like the internet."
He thought it was quite reasonable at the time. After all, this world had a technological background, and he had even seen drones.
Wang Guowei was really impressed by him. "I didn't expect you to know this. New Age Divine Graces shouldn't have seen this thing."
Meng Yi ignored Cen Qiyun's contemptuous look and said seriously, "I like reading."
Then, under Wang Guowei's admiring gaze, the two said goodbye and went to the market.
As they walked, Meng Yi asked, "What are you planning to buy?"
Cen Qiyun shook a thin booklet in his hand. It was a wilderness booklet given to them by the old bastard.
"I looked at this pamphlet last night. I need to save at least 20,000 to buy daily consumables, such as tents, dry food, drinking water, etc."
"Aside from that, I'm also planning on buying two bottles of painkillers, which leaves me with 40,000... and a bottle of supplementary medicine, and that'll be enough."
It seemed she had done her homework in advance. Meng Yi nodded and said, "Don't worry, help me find a suitable martial artist first."
He briefly told her what he wanted, and the two of them began to look around the market.
"Is it so difficult?" Meng Yi felt a little tired as he had almost walked through the market but still couldn't find any suitable extraordinary martial arts.
"That's normal. It's not easy to come across something like this unless you order it custom-made."
Cen Qiyun thought for a moment and asked, "Should we go and have a look at the other three city gates?"
Meng Yi's attention was attracted by a stall next to him.
It is a flexible sword with a unique shape that can be rolled up like a rope.
He stepped forward and asked, "Can I try it?"
The stall owner was a woman with a gloomy expression. She nodded indifferently when she heard this.
Meng Yi held the sword in his hand. It was about one and a half meters long and two fingers wide. It was made of some unknown material, silver in color, with dark red patterns on it.
"This is?"
As if he had guessed what he was about to ask, the stall owner said calmly, "It's made from the bones of a wild alien."
"Ninth level, engraved with a sharp formation, with built-in damage recovery effect, requires the consumption of a corresponding level of alien body or divinely blessed bones."
Meng Yi took the sword and waved it a few times. The sword could switch the hardness or softness as he wished.
Cen Qiyun threw a bullet, which was easily cut in half by him.
"How much?"
"One million and two hundred thousand."
"High!" Meng Yi chuckled. "Aside from its sharpness, the other two qualities of this sword are nothing."
He shook the sword, calling it a soft sword. "Which diviner do you think can use a soft sword?"
He didn't know how to use it either. He just thought that the sword was flexible and could be hidden on his body, so that he could catch the enemy by surprise when he encountered them.
Imagine him charging at his enemy with his bare hands, and the enemy is caught off guard and suddenly stabbed at him with a 1.5 meter long sword...
"As for repairing the damage." Meng Yi shook his head. "Only if you win can you repair it. If you lose, everything is fake."
"This is useless, tasteless!"
The stall owner was silent for a while, and she actually felt the same way.
Meng Yi added, "Besides, the base price of a ninth-rank transcendental warrior is generally around 500,000. Considering you have a sharp weapon, adding another 100,000 is quite a lot."
Although Cen Qiyun was surprised that Meng Yi bargained for half an hour, she agreed: "That's right."
She felt a little guilty. In her opinion, the sword was worth at least 900,000 yuan, so she just held it in.
The stall owner snorted coldly and did not answer.
Seeing this, Meng Yi searched his body and took out the six bottles of unknown poison he had seized from the corpse.
"This is all the money I have, and at most I'll add a few bottles of my special poison, the kind that kills instantly upon impact.
It can also be thrown as a projectile, creating a large area of poisonous smoke that blocks vision and delays enemies, so…"
Meng Yi frowned, closed his eyes and waved his hand, "It's two hundred thousand!"
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