As the shopkeeper of Changfu Tower, Liu Yicang is naturally versatile in dealing with people and worldly affairs.

As one of the few ninth-grade sects under Changhe County, Changfulou must have extraordinary ways of survival.

When seeing Zhao Yang again, Liu Yicang was completely different from the arrogant and arrogant person he had in Qingyun Sect.

As for Zhao Yang, looking young, he was actually a little fox for two lifetimes.

Especially in these days, the intrigues and deceptions in the world of cultivation and the strong have made him even more sleek.

The two of them sat upright in the hall and kept talking to each other. This was the transaction.

Liu Yicang seemed to be very sincere in teaching Zhao Yang his experience of hosting trade. Zhao Yang was also a primary school student who seemed to be listening carefully, saying "What did the senior say is" at once.

The scene was quite happy.

"Sect Master, there are several sects waiting outside."

A quarter of an hour later, Su Mu couldn't help but come in with a tough bullet and whispered in Zhao Yang's ear.

At this time, Zhao Yang was naturally the object of contact between various sects. Changfu Tower occupied such a long time, and people outside were already very dissatisfied.

"Haha, Sect Master Zhao is also busy today, so Liu wishes Sect Master Zhao a great success." Liu Yicang stood up and bowed to Zhao Yang.

"Thank you, senior, I will never forget my teachings." Zhao Yang also stood up and bowed.

Liu Yicang nodded, took out a long sandalwood box with a smile and said, "Zong Master Zhao, I, Changfulou, have to come to support Guizong, so this magic weapon will be handed over to Guizong for sale."

Magic tool.

Zhao Yang reached out to take it and saw that the sealed talisman was pasted on the long wooden box. The talisman was flashing with a flash of spirit, and it seemed very precious.

"What Manager Liu meant is that this magic weapon would be opened after the transaction?" Zhao Yang looked at the talisman and asked.

"Haha, Master Zhao, let me keep it a secret." Liu Yicang laughed and said, "If Master Zhao feels that he can't come up with a superb treasure, then he can give this item a finale."

Finale?

Zhao Yang sneered in his heart. Changfulou was indeed here to plot against him.

The final treasure of the trade fair organized by Qingyun Sect was from Changfulou. Isn’t the abacus too good at this advertising business that borrows chickens to lay eggs?

Zhao Yang reached out and pressed his hand on the wooden box, and smiled on his face: "Shopkeeper Liu, I have too many treasures in Qingyun Sect, so I'm afraid that this object will not be the finale..."

Liu Yicang glanced at Zhao Yang and a smile appeared on his face: "That's better, that's better."

As he spoke, he bowed his hand and turned around and left.

Next, Zhao Yang basically intervened among the leaders of various sects.

Some come to consign, some come to buy.

Fortunately, Qingyun Sect is already a ninth-grade sect. Ordinary small sects are not really friendly, and they dare not ask too much for Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang refused everyone today, and everyone greeted him with a smile. While collecting the consignment items from each company, he also carefully recorded the items he asked to buy.

"Senior brother, isn't this soup today suitable for taste?"

In the evening, when Zhao Yang saw Zhao Yang frowning at the front of him, he was dazed, and Zuo Ling'er looked dark and asked quietly.

During these days, Zhao Yang was busy with trading, and Zuo Ling'er wanted to lead Jinse and others to level up and practice, so that the two of them could get along alone sooner or later.

"How could it be? The soup made by the junior sister is naturally extremely delicious." As she said, Zhao Yang picked up the bowl and drank the soup dry in one bite.

Looking at the empty bowl Zhao Yang placed on the table, Zuo Ling'er's expression became softer.

Zhao Yang had a smile on his face, but his stomach was churning. One day today, he was welcomed and sent to the hall, and he had already drunk several large pots of tea.

I just saw the soup and I really couldn't drink it anymore.

It is indeed the hardest to be loved by the beauty...

"Junior sister, hand over the magic weapon on you to me, I'll strengthen it." Seeing Zuo Ling'er packing up her things and getting ready to leave, Zhao Yang spoke.

"Have you obtained the inheritance of the weapon refiner?" Zuo Ling'er was stunned and said excitedly.

It is not that easy to obtain inheritance. Zhao Yang shook his head and said, "I just got some secret techniques to enhance magic weapons."

"Oh." Zuo Ling'er nodded and took out the Qingyue Sword from the storage bag.

Zhao Yang had just reached out to take the Qingyue Sword, and when he raised his head, his qi and blood almost rushed to his head.

Zuo Ling'er in front of her just took off her outer shirt and was untiing her little shirt.

"Teacher, junior sister..."

"Senior brother, please help me untie the strap behind the soft armor." Zuo Ling'er whispered with his back to Zhao Yang.

Unlock...

Zhao Yang stood up, pulled open the strap behind Zuo Ling'er's soft armor with his hands tremblingly, and then his fingers accidentally touched a smooth and warm area.

Both of them trembled all over.

The soft armor fell off, and Zuo Ling'er's upper body was left with only a moon-white chest wrapped around her.

"Yes." Zuo Ling'er didn't look back and reached out to hand the soft armor behind her back.

Zhao Yang reached out to take over Wen Ren, with his tempting and fragrant soft armor, stretched his head out of nowhere, and glanced down from Zuo Ling'er's head.

A stream of passion immediately surged into my head!

Because of this angle, the gully and the bright red are clearly visible...

As if he was aware of it, Zuo Ling'er looked up.

Four eyes are opposite.

The hot breath swept against Zuo Ling'er's red face, making her whole body soft, and her body couldn't stop leaning back. The arms that were originally protecting her chest also subconsciously grabbed Zhao Yang's clothes backwards.

I reached out and hugged my white jade-like body in front of me, and my delicate skin was slightly hot.

Zuo Ling'er closed her eyes and her breath became rapid.

If you can hold it back, you are not a man!

Zhao Yang's head slowly lowered until he reached his bright red lips and pressed it down.

...

There are not many, just the touch between the lips and teeth, which is already endless.

The little girl's response was more mellow, but it felt even more enjoyable.

After Zhao Yang searched for it for a while, he hugged the little girl who was already a little limp in his arms with satisfaction.

"Senior brother, did you say you wanted to strengthen the magic weapon, did you deliberately lie to me?" Sitting in Zhao Yang's arms, the little girl hugged her chest with her hands and said with annoyance on her face.

"Haha, how could that be? Look at it!" Zhao Yang laughed loudly, lowered his head and tapped on the delicate red lips again, then held the Qingyue Sword in his hand, and his divine thoughts sent out a refined command.

A flash of inspiration flashed, and the long sword's appearance changed suddenly.

The mid-grade magic weapon of the Qingyue Sword is refined. The sword light is cold and can emit eight arc-shaped light blades. These light blades can circulate around the sword holder to form an arc to protect itself, and can also kill enemies within ten feet.

Although this item has only been strengthened, the attributes of this long sword have been doubled.

"So amazing!" Zuo Ling'er held the long sword and exclaimed.

After that, Zhao Yang picked up Zuo Ling'er's soft armor, long boots, outer robe and other magic weapons in turn, and then found a pair of medium-grade handguards from his inventory, strengthened and inlaid, and then put them on one by one. This process is naturally beautiful and infinite.
Chapter completed!