Chapter 120 Archaeologist

There are many people setting up stalls here, but the things they sell are not good.

This game* environment is a wilderness. What is the most in the wilderness? All kinds of natural resources and treasures. Ganoderma lucidum, medicinal herbs with different effects, can be seen everywhere in the wilderness that has not yet been polluted, but it is not a rare commodity.

Except for those long-lasting medicinal herbs with only decades of medicinal power, it is not so rare.

Chang Heng walked around and didn't see anything except a few things.

"How much is this Bifang feather?" Chang Heng came to the player who sold Bifang's feathers.

Bi Fang, the mythical beast, is at the forefront of the ancient mythical beast atlas written by Bai Ze. It is a very powerful fire mythical beast, and each feather is full of fire aura.

The feather in front of us is three feet long and fiery red, consisting of hundreds of small feathers. As soon as it approached, a heat wave came to face.

"Brother, you have a good vision. Although there are many things sold here, there are really few that can be compared with me." The stall owner is a witch player in his thirties. When he saw Chang Heng coming, his eyes lit up and he quickly said.

After looking at it casually, Chang Heng asked, "What's the price?"

The player said, "Brother, as you know, this Bifang bird is a mythical beast, which is not easy to approach. I paid a lot of money to die..."

"Stop." Chang Heng stopped him and said, "Just say what the price is."

"RMB a thousand..." The player stretched out a finger, and Chang Heng turned around and left without waiting for him to finish speaking.

"Oh, don't go, don't go, the price is negotiable." So the player quickly grabbed Chang Heng. Why don't you make an offer?"

He is also bitter in his heart. As he said, Bi Fang Feather is a rare good thing, and it is basically impossible for players to get it now, but his price is too high to cost 1,000 RMB.

Chang Heng stopped: "I don't need to trade RMB, but exchange things with you."

It is a common game principle not to invest money in the game. Except for the necessary expenses, such as the monthly fee of 300 yuan stipulated by Star Fantasy, we will never spend money on games.

The player was stunned and said, "It's okay to exchange things. What is it?

Chang Heng took out a piece of tortoise shell. As soon as the ten-foot-diameter tortoise shell appeared, it immediately attracted the attention of the players around him.

"Is this, tortoise shell? It is not an ordinary tortoise shell. It must be the tortoise armor left by the successful old turtle for more than a thousand years. It is a good material for making armor, which is much more valuable than one of the feathers.

Someone glanced and identified the source of the tortoise shell and clearly identified Chang Heng's transaction. Chang Heng couldn't help looking at him a few more times.

This is a thin player who looks beautiful, but the light in his eyes makes people look obscene. Seeing Chang Heng's eyes, the player smiled and said to Chang Heng, "This friend, an archaeological expert, is good at inspecting all kinds of rare things. Now I am very interested in your tortoise shell. Why don't we discuss the transfer?"

Chang Heng smiled and said a few words to show that the archaeologist was very interesting.

Chang Heng said, "If the archaeologist is interested, why don't we have a good talk later?"

Archaeologist nodded repeatedly: "Of course it's interesting. We should have a good talk."

Seeing Chang Heng take out the tortoise shell, the players who sold Bifang feathers were moved. Before Chang Heng finished talking to the archaeologists, he quickly shouted, "That's it, I'll change it with you." With that, he stretched out his hand to grab the turtle armor.

Chang Heng turned his hand over, and the black tortoise shell was included in the bone ring. The player grabbed it empty, blushed and said, "Are you kidding me?"

Before Chang Heng spoke, there was a sneer next to him. The archaeological experts did not hide his contempt for this player: "A Bi Fangmao wants to change a tortoise shell that has been cultivated as an old turtle for at least a thousand years. You are also smart in your business."

"Business is your wish, and I didn't force him." The player argued.

"You're right. Doing business is what you want." Chang Heng said quietly. You also saw what I took out. To tell you the truth, this is at least left by an old turtle cultivated during the disaster. Your Bifang feather is not equivalent at all. If you want to exchange it, you have to take out something else.

The player also knew that Chang Heng was telling the truth, but after thinking about it, nothing else on his body had this value, so he had to sigh and take it back.

Chang Heng frowned. In fact, he had no choice but to take out the tortoise shell. All the bits and pieces on his body were packed and sold to kill Yeyue. The only thing he could handle was the mysterious tortoise shell.

"Since this friend can't take it away, give it to me." The archaeologist suddenly said that he was holding a green inner elixir in his hand.

"Do you want to exchange my Bi Fang Lingyu for a Neidan?" The player seemed to look at the archaeologist with disdain in revenge for the ridicule of the archaeologist just now.

The archaeologist laughed and said, "See clearly, this is the inner elixir of the strong wind. The strong wind is a wind mythical beast, which is not lower than Bifang's position."

This inner elixir is green, and there is a fierce wind on it from time to time. It seems that there is a roaring wind. The player immediately believed the words of the archaeologist, but there is still a hesitant look on his face: "The inner elixir of the strong wind is equivalent to Bifang's inner elixir, which is much more precious than a feather. How can you exchange it for it?"

"There is not much aura in a broken internal elixir, otherwise I wouldn't have taken it out for exchange." The archaeologist stuffed the gale Neidan into the player's hand, and then took Bi Fang Lingyu and handed it to Chang Heng.

"The first meeting, the small gift is not respectful, please accept it."

Chang Heng was slightly stunned and did not pick up Bi Fanglingyu. Instead, he looked at the archaeologist and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Haha, it's not interesting. Just make friends." The archaeologist laughed and threw Bi Fanglingyu to Chang Heng. I have something else to do. I'll go first and talk to you later. Remember my name, archaeologist. If there is anything good, don't forget me.

With that, the archaeological expert really turned around and was about to leave.

"It's very interesting." Chang Heng took a deep look at the archaeologist, suddenly took out the turtle armor and threw it on the back of the archaeologist. It's rude not to come and go, and I also give you a gift. Please accept it.

The archaeologist turned over and quickly grabbed it, looked at the turtle armor carefully, and then sighed: "Sure enough, you are you. I'm leaving. Please take good care of me when we meet again in the future.

Chang Heng's eyes shrank and stared at the back of the archaeologist leaving, with some hesitation in his heart. These words are obviously telling him that the archaeologists have recognized his identity.

"Archaeologist? I remember that there was no this person in the last game. It seems that he changed his name. I don't know who it was. They didn't recognize me even night, but they were recognized by him. However, it seems that there is no malice, but we can make friends. Chang Heng thought to himself.

At this moment, I heard a scream. The archaeologist who had just left flew back and fell to the ground. The corners of his mouth were bleeding, and there was a bowl of big hoof marks on his chest.

"Crazy, crazy, the whole family of the Purple Magic Bull is coming to attack. Be careful, everyone." Before the people got up, the archaeologists shouted.

"The whole family of Purple Magic Bull is coming to attack?" Chang Heng felt a ling in his heart, is it for revenge?