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  "The Overlord Body Technique, a unique skill of the Tian Di City, one of the four ancient cities in the Eastern Wastes Continent. This technique is extremely tyrannical and domineering, using the aura of divine soldiers to temper the body, treating the body as a battle soul, fiercely refining it. Once cultivated, it's extremely painful, with endless suffering, and ordinary warriors would never choose it!"

  Li Ke looked at the blue book in Zhao Tang's hand and said with some disappointment.

  Ba Ti Gong is a very special body technique, which is a method of cultivating the muscles and bones throughout the body. It can be said that it is one of the few methods of tempering the physical body, and Ba Ti Gong's grade has reached Xuan-level lower-grade. Its value is twice that of a Huang-level extreme-grade body technique. A Huang-level extreme-grade body technique is worth 60,000 taels of silver, so this Ba Ti Gong should be worth 120,000 taels of silver.

  But the cultivation of the Overbearing Body Technique is extremely arduous, and even among the soldiers in the Four Ancient Cities of the Eastern Desolate Continent, including the Tian Di City, there are only a few who have cultivated it to the highest level. Moreover, once the Overbearing Body Technique is cultivated, intense pain will ensue, which ordinary soldiers cannot withstand.

  "This!"

  Zhao Tang was shocked by Li Ke's words and didn't know what to say for a moment. He hadn't expected that Li Ke would be so familiar with the Baxi Gong, clearly and accurately explaining its origins and shortcomings.

  Li Ke shook his head, gazing at the three rare and precious elixirs on the long table with a look of disappointment.

  This situation made Zhao Tang, the owner of Jubaogei, feel anxious. At this time, the business was small, but the reputation was big. If this matter were to be spread out, the reputation of Jubaogei would be greatly affected, and future business would become even more difficult.

  "Li Xiaoxia, isn't there anything satisfactory?"

  Zhao Tang was so angry that he almost cried. Where did this prince come from? These three things were his treasured possessions, collected over many years. Especially the Qing Tie Yu Jian and the Hua Xing Dan, even the four major sects of Hanshui might not be able to easily produce them.

  Originally full of confidence Zhao Tang, suddenly had an urge to cry!

  What a great thing!

  But others can't even spare a glance at him, with that nonchalant expression, it's enough to make him want to die.

  It's not Li Ke's fault, after all. Who made him born in a first-rate divine weapon ancient clan? From a young age, everything he saw was top-notch goods. If it weren't for the fact that he has to rely on himself now, he would have probably turned around and left long ago.

  Thinking that it's no longer people seeking him out, but rather he's seeking Li Ke, the owner of the Treasure Pavilion started to get a headache.

  "It's neither satisfactory nor disappointing! The only thing is that I don't know how much silver Zhao will be willing to pawn these three items for?"

  Li Ke's voice was very calm and showed no interest at all.

  Zhao Tang heard Li Ke's words and knew that there was still some room for maneuver, the biggest problem being how much silver these three things would be worth.

  This is a very serious problem, if he says too much, Li Ke will naturally be dissatisfied and choose to leave, then his own reputation will be severely damaged; but if he says too little, he himself will have to bleed!

  The Huaxing Dan is worth 2 million, but in Hansheng it's at least 2.5 million; the top-grade human-tier Qingyu Iron Sword is worth 5 million, and the Bati Gong, a low-grade Xuan-level technique, is worth no less than 1.2 million. However, Li Ke has already pointed out all the flaws in the Bati Gong, so its value naturally takes a huge hit. In Zhao Tang's mind, the lowest price for these three items would be 8 million silver taels, but under the current circumstances, he absolutely cannot mention this number.

  "Six hundred thousand!" Zhao Tang, the shopkeeper of Jibao Ge, gritted his teeth and said. Six hundred thousand taels of silver was almost the bottom line in his heart. If it were any lower, he would really have nothing left to live for.

  "Okay!"

  Li Ke didn't hesitate at all and nodded in agreement directly.

  When doing things, one must leave some room for maneuver!

  "Ah!"

  The shopkeeper of the Treasure Pavilion was stunned and hadn't reacted, looking at Li Ke in extreme surprise. He never thought that Li Ke would agree so directly.

  ……

  A moment later, outside the door of the Treasure Pavilion.

  "Take care, young hero. Next time if there's still...still..." Zhao Tang got one sentence to the tip of his tongue, but the words that followed just couldn't be spoken.

  There's an urge to burst into tears.

  "Hehe!" Li Ke smiled brightly: "Next time, less!" As he spoke, he led the Qingtie horse away from the Jewellery Pavilion.

  "Shopkeeper, who exactly is this young man? How..." The red-clad servant looked at Li Ke's departing back, his heart still reeling from the shock.

  "I don't know! The name Li Ke is certainly not real!" Zhao Tang naturally wouldn't believe that Li Ke would reveal his true name, especially with such a large fortune at stake.

  "Hmm!" The red-clothed young man let out a long sigh, dispersing the deep shock in his heart. He looked up at the night sky and sighed, "Unknowingly, it's already midnight!"

  "Ah!" Zhao Tang heard the words, first stunned, then exclaimed: "Damn it! Almost forgot there was another Dongfang BaiBei!" As he spoke, Zhao Tang hastily turned around and rushed to the second floor. However, when he opened the door of the private room, it was already empty.

  But Li Ke stopped at a deserted street with no one in sight.

  Li Ke's eyes narrowed slightly as he gently patted Qingtie Junma and drove it away to one side.

  Hanzhou City was the largest city in the Hanzhou region, and tomorrow was the monthly auction at the Eight Directions Pavilion. Although the night was dimly lit, it shouldn't be so empty on a street, especially since Li Ke could clearly sense several auras rushing towards him.

  The goal is very clear!

  "Whoosh!"

  Just as Li Ke's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly lit up, a extremely sharp and piercing sound of breaking wind suddenly rang out, followed by a small orange light like an orange lightning bolt, cutting through the quiet night with a strange angle and fierce technique, directly targeting Li Ke's chest.

  "Hmmph!"

  Li Ke's face turned cold, and he let out a low hum. His senses had become increasingly acute, and he had already sensed that the other party was not a good person, for as soon as they made their move, they would try to kill him.

  "Brush!"

  Li Ke raised his hand, and a flash of blood light burst forth. With a turn of his body, the red flying knife flew out of his hand.

  "Ding!"

  The red flying knife and orange needle collided fiercely, splashing sparks in all directions.

  "Needle Soul - Flying Feather Needle! The Person from Shadowless Palace!"

  "Come out!"

  Li Ke's feet slightly parted, and he coldly shouted.

  "Not bad, you were actually able to dodge my Rain of a Thousand Stings!"

  In front of the street, a black shadow slowly emerged, looking at Li Ke with a faint smile, but that smile carried a strong sense of playfulness.

  "Who are you? Want to kill me or rob me? Or what?" Li Ke's eyes flashed with a cold glint, it was clear that this person had been waiting for him on this street for a long time.