The god-level tyrant of the prehistoric fantasy

Zhao Hao nodded and said: "There is no problem for the time being. You said earlier that the price of this aircraft is [-] low-level primordial stones. How much would it be for this intermediate primordial stone?"

Wu Weiming laughed and said, "Little friend, why did you forget the conversion price of spirit stones? The conversion price between low-level spirit stones and middle-level spirit stones is [-] pieces, and the conversion price between intermediate-level spirit stones and high-level spirit stones is also the same. The conversion price between them is one thousand."

Zhao Hao said silently in his heart: "So it turns out that the conversion price of primordial stones in this world comes from this way, then according to what he said just now, one intermediate primordial stone is equivalent to a thousand low-grade primordial stones, so he now If you have ten middle-level primordial stones, don’t you have ten thousand low-level primordial stones, so you look rich!"

Wu Weiming said again: "Since my little friend has no problems now, should you pay the bill now, or pick something else?"

Zhao Hao said: "I will pay the bill later, I want to buy some other things now."

Wu Weiming laughed from ear to ear. He just likes people like Zhao Hao who are rich and self-willed, and don't understand anything. If this is the case, even if the asking price is high, he will not counter the price. For a person like Zhao Hao, his salary can be doubled.

Zhao Hao suddenly remembered that there was no scabbard for the immortal weapon that Brother Naming made for him before, so he wanted to buy a scabbard in this shop.

Zhao Hao then said: "I need a scabbard now, do you have any better scabbards in your store?"

Wu Weiming's brows were filled with joy, his eyes almost narrowed, and he said, "Yes, of course!"

Wu Weiming took out the brocade box that Zhao Hao put aside before, and lightly pressed on the piece of jade in the brocade box, and saw that the jade gave out a ray of light, and a pattern appeared on Zhao Hao and Wu Weiming's In front of him, Wu Weiming tapped a few times in the air, and several scabbards appeared on the pattern.

Wu Weiming said to Zhao Hao: "My friend, please take a look, this is the most luxurious scabbard in our shop, see which one suits your wish."

Zhao Hao looked at the scabbards on the pattern, they were very fancy, with various patterns embroidered on them, but none of them were in line with Zhao Hao's wishes. Just when Zhao Hao was about to give up, he saw a A purple scabbard, this scabbard does not have gorgeous patterns on it, only pure dark purple, it looks like a light black scabbard from a distance.

Zhao Hao pointed to the purple scabbard and said, "I want this scabbard."

Wu Weiming said with a smile: "From my friend's point of view, this scabbard is priced at one hundred low-grade primeval stones. Are you satisfied with this price?"

Zhao Hao nodded and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as the things are good, the price is negotiable."

Wu Weiming smiled and said nothing, he just likes people like Zhao Hao, who never know how to bargain.

Wu Weiming introduced a few more things, and Zhao Hao picked most of them away, so Wu Weiming asked Zhao Hao to wait here, and he went to get the things Zhao Hao wanted to buy.

While Zhao Hao was waiting, he took out a purple long sword from his stone. This long sword exuded a layer of faint vitality, and he could feel the existence of the vitality when he stretched out his hand to touch it. It was the first time Zhao Hao got such an immortal weapon.

At this time, Wu Weiming walked over, followed by three young girls, all of whom held something in their hands, some were purple scabbards, and some were brocade boxes.

Wu Weiming first walked up to Zhao Hao, and handed Zhao Hao something similar to a token. This thing was surrounded by silver light, with the word 'vessel' on it, and some completely incomprehensible patterns embroidered on the back.

Zhao Hao took the silver medal from Wu Weiming's hand and asked, "I don't know what this means?"

Wu Weiming then said: "This is the VIP silver medal of our 'Shenbing Fairy Artifact Pavilion'. With it, you can enjoy preferential treatment in any branch of our 'Shenbing Immortal Artifact Pavilion' in the future."

Zhao Hao nodded and said, "So that's how it is. There is actually a branch? After that, you can get a discount when you go to any one here. It sounds pretty good."

Wu Weiming then took out the purple scabbard from behind, handed it to Zhao Hao, and then said: "Little friend, this is the scabbard you just selected, see if you are satisfied with it?"

Zhao Hao took the purple scabbard, glanced at it, then nodded and said, "It's not bad, it's about the same as I thought."

Zhao Hao then put the purple long sword into the purple scabbard. He held it in his hand and looked at it and it felt good, then he said: "Not bad, the size is just right."

At this time, Wu Weiming was smiling, but he stopped suddenly, and then he said: "Little friend, can I have a look at this long sword in your hand?"

When Zhao Hao heard Wu Weiming say this, he asked a little puzzled: "You want to see this long sword in my hand? Why?"

Wu Weiming smiled again and said, "My friend, don't worry, our 'Shenbing Immortal Artifact Pavilion' will never do the kind of person who steals the treasure and refuses to return it. This old man swears in his own name that he will never do something that refuses to return the treasure." Things."

Zhao Hao thought the same thing, this fairy weapon was refined by Brother Ming himself, and other than Brother Ming, no one else should be able to drive this fairy weapon. Just an ordinary item.

Zhao Hao handed this fairy weapon to Wu Weiming, Wu Weiming opened the purple long sword carefully, his face showed that kind of surprise, after he stretched out his hand to caress the purple fairy sword, he quickly withdrew his palm again, He then asked: "Little friend, I don't know where this fairy weapon came from?"

Zhao Hao asked with a look of doubt, "Is there any problem with this weapon?"

Wu Weiming chuckled and said, "Don't get me wrong, my friend. I'm just curious. Did you buy this fairy artifact in a store, or was it a gift from someone else? Because the person who made this fairy artifact is very powerful, and definitely not an ordinary person. .”

After Zhao Hao heard it, he began to think silently in his heart: "What does this person mean by saying this? Could it be that he really fell in love with this fairy weapon refined by Brother Ming? Could it be that this fairy weapon is really so powerful? sharp?"

Zhao Hao felt that he would simply block it at this time, and said: "You have a good eye, this fairy artifact was not bought by me, but a gift from a friend of mine. You guessed it right just now. The fairy weapon was made by him himself."

A look of joy immediately appeared on Wu Weiming's face, and he immediately said: "So that's the case, no wonder, no wonder! The person who can refine this fairy weapon must not be an ordinary person."