This person, is a... Thin body, full of hoary hair, smelling a bad smell ordinary old man.

And its eyes muddy, no charm, as if dying in general.

It is the strange old man rescued by Hanyu Xiaotian in the ZhangMo grottoes of the desolate battlefield...

"Wu Lao, you are old... Are you also interested in this alien weapon? If it's not... Then... You'd better go for a walk elsewhere... "

seeing that some customers don't want to gather because of the bad smell of the old man, several stall owners can't help frowning.

For this old man, several stall owners obviously know it, and have seen it more than once.

However, they are skeptical about the old man's rumors.

Now, seeing that this person has affected their business here, if there are few people bidding at last, they will earn less, which inevitably makes them want to expel the strange old man.

...

"ha ha, old Wu, it's useless for you to take that weapon. Besides, you can't afford it. Well, when I buy it from Hong family, I'll give you a good look... "

at this time, the speaker is a handsome young man about 30 years old. This is Hong Jialan, who is from the fourth region of Haotian city.

At the moment, the red Jialan looked at the ordinary old man's eyes, some dislike, some confusion, and a trace of slight fear.

Obviously, he had heard the legend of the old man in Haotian city.

In fact, Hong Jialan only knew that this old man was called Wu Lao, and even more heard that he might have been a peerless master, but later he became such a useless man when he fought with the strong people of other races.

However, no one has made it clear what the facts are...

...

"..."

at the moment, both the stall owner and Hong Jialan seem to have the meaning of chasing customers.

However, the old Wu didn't seem to hear it at all. Instead, he kept staring at the ferocious weapons used by the powerful alien spirits with his turbid eyes, muttering to himself, saying things that nobody could hear clearly.

"Young master Jialan..."

seeing that the old man didn't answer the words of red Jialan, several Hong family masters who followed him changed their faces and wanted to teach each other a lesson.

"Wait a minute"

gently reached out to block the actions of several of his subordinates. After a flash of his eyes, Hong Jialan finally did not care about the strange Wu Lao, but looked in the direction of the stall owner ~

"since old Wu is also interested in the world's giant spirit soldiers, it's OK to stay. Anyway, in the end, he still needs to speak with Lingjing."

"Well, some of you, are you almost together? What's the bottom price of these things? Don't waste your time. "

At this time, the stall may have gathered hundreds of people. Just like a small auction, the stall owner has also achieved his goal. It's time to start.

Therefore, Hong Jialan immediately began to urge.

However, in the face of this hot scene, just as several stall owners were just about to open their mouths, a faint but clear voice suddenly penetrated all the noise of the chaotic scene and rang from everyone's ear ~

"you don't have to argue, I've got all these things...

"