Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 759: The Machine Tribe Appears and Keeps Yelling
  "Amazing price! Amazing price! 20% off all high-grade spiritual treasures! Just choose any ordinary spiritual treasure, all one thousand immortal crystals! All one thousand immortal crystals!"

"You won't go home until you lose all your pants today! All kinds of magical elixirs are on sale, all are on sale!"

"New cool weapons, all with colorful lights! Guaranteed to make you invincible!"

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When they heard that people from the mechanical tribe were coming, some experienced traders immediately started shouting at the top of their voices, everyone trying to cover up others' voices.

Bondi and the members of the mechanical clan were dazzled in the Golden Magic City, and they were dazzled. Each mechanical clan was selecting various weapons and magic weapons.

When other aliens come to choose magic weapons, they usually choose the magic weapons of their choice, but the mechanical tribe is different, especially when it comes to large-scale purchases by official organizations.

The Machinery Clan will only calculate whether a product is suitable for the Machinery Clan, and then purchase weapons and magic weapons that are most suitable for the Machinery Clan.

A mechanical tribe was attracted by the shouts of a vendor. The vendor didn't know what kind of skills he practiced, and his voice was very loud.

I saw him shouting with a voice that was ten miles away: "The latest product created by the senior blacksmith, fused with the purple fragments of the purple portal, is ten times stronger than ordinary magic weapons! It is guaranteed to not wear out even after thousands of years of use!"

"Is this magic weapon really so magical?" The mechanical tribe came over and asked.

The merchant was overjoyed when he saw a big customer from the mechanical tribe, but he still introduced it seriously on the surface: "Tao has a friendly eye! Do you know the purple portal? Even the level of heaven cannot be broken. These weapons are made of the purple portal." Forged from fragments fused with the finest heavenly materials and earthly treasures..."

The mechanical tribe will not believe the vendors' wild claims, they will only believe their own calculations and judgments. This machine race picked up a purple sword at random, looked up and down, and at the same time scanned the sword in his hand.

"Look, are they good things? These are all made of purple fragments. The color is purple, which is very beautiful. Not only is it beautiful, it is also more practical! Even the middle-grade magic weapon is as hard as the acquired spiritual treasure! But the price is definitely worth it. You can't buy and you will suffer a loss..." No merchant will let go of the business that comes to him. When this merchant saw that big business was coming, he talked even more eloquently.

However, this mechanical tribe automatically blocked the vendor's words. The mechanical tribe had its own set of criteria for judging the quality of weapons and magic weapons.

Because ordinary mechanical tribes have no emotions, they sometimes suffer losses during the bargaining process, but they are not affected by the sweet talk of vendors at all.

Therefore, even if the vendors talk incessantly in his ears, the mechanical people can pretend not to hear them at all. They will only choose the ones with the best performance and the highest cost-effectiveness.

Moreover, the mechanical tribe has its own scanning and identification functions, so some shoddy and defective products cannot be hidden from their eyes.

The Machine Tribe is not very good at bargaining, but anyone who dares to sell counterfeit goods to the Machine Tribe will be completely banned by the Machine Tribe and will never be able to deal with the Machine Tribe again.

The thinking of the machine race is interoperable. The upper level can easily issue unified instructions and requirements to the lower level, and the lower level will obey them obediently.

When one person is banned, all the mechanical clan will receive the message.

(End of this chapter)