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Eighty percent of new crossbows would actually flow into the market. It had to be said that this was a very rare occurrence, so rare that it was abnormal. Generally speaking, a crossbow like this would not be sold to the black market unless it was damaged to the point where it was below the new level of the six cities.1

The old man saw that Cheng Qing was skillfully loading and unloading a heavy load. A light flashed in his eyes, and his gaze towards Cheng Qing changed. "Young man, you are an expert. It seems that you are not simple!" "Since you know Qian Jun, you should know its value. Fifty Xuan grade spirit stones is worth it!"

With that, the old man took out an arrow quiver with some arrows in it. "These twenty top-grade crossbows were given to the wise men by the old man. I hope you don't bury them!"

When a good horse was saddled, the Essence Crossbow would obviously be equipped with a special crossbow arrow. Ordinary crossbows were useless because they simply weren't able to withstand the cultivator's berserk Essence.

Cheng Qing sized up the old man. This old man who looked wretched and frail must have a story, just because he could take out a thousand pounds.

He took out fifty Xuan grade spirit stones and piled them in front of the old man. "Although this one is worth a lot, it's at most forty Xuan grade spirit stones, and the extra ten can be counted as a tribute to your story."

Cheng Qing put away his weight, opened the door and walked out of the shop.

The old man looked at Cheng Qing's back as he left. A look of reminiscence and pain flashed across his eyes, but it quickly became turbid again.

He sat down behind the counter, picked up the book, and continued to read, as if nothing had happened.

With Qian Jun. Cheng Qing had achieved his goal. After that, he strolled around everywhere. When it was almost sunset, he returned to Chicken Sonic Street and prepared to return to the inn to rest. He had already established himself on the Street of Chicken Cry, where no one would provoke him and they would instead be more at ease.

However, before Cheng Qing returned to the inn, he passed by an alley and heard the noise inside. He turned his head occasionally and saw a group of people surrounding a woman, saying something viciously.

This kind of thing was very common in the Street of Chicken Cry. Cheng Qing didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but when he turned around, he suddenly thought of something and walked into the alleyway.

Surrounded by a few cultivators, it was none other than the small pavilion's manager, Yang Ruoxi. Cheng Qing had met Yang Ruoxi before, and in this life he had interacted with her. Now that he saw that she was surrounded, there was no reason for him to stand by and watch.

"Don't think that just because you're a person from the small pavilion, we won't dare to do anything to you. You owe our Star Condensation Pavilion money, but you have to borrow bills. This matter is too ridiculous, and those big figures in the small pavilion will not break the rules for you! "

The leader of the cultivators was actually at the middle level of the Xumi Stage. At this moment, his expression was savage, and his finger was about to poke Yang Ruoxi in the face.

Yang Ruoxi bit her lips, not releasing a single word of anger. She was doing her best to endure, but her fists were already tightly clenched. She looked as if she was about to explode in anger at the next moment.

"How many spirit stones does she owe you?" Cheng Qing walked up to the crowd and asked lightly.

"What does it have to do with you!?" If you don't want to cause trouble, then hurry up and scram! " When the cultivator in the lead saw that the person speaking was a youth, he immediately waved his hand and snapped impatiently.

Cheng Qing did not say much and just threw a bag at the man. The other party was startled when he received the pouch. Opening it, he saw a change in his expression.

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