"Uncle, how do you sell this?"

Fang Chang squatted down in front of a stall, fiddling with a piece of bronze fragment with his fingers.

The fragments are about two fingers wide and three inches long. There are incomprehensible inscriptions on them, rust at the corners, and traces of soil.

The stall owner is a middle-aged uncle with a vague and vicissitudes of his eyes. At first glance, he looks like he has many stories.

"Three Spirit Stones."

The stall owner said lightly, with a hint of calm confidence on his face.

Hearing this, Fang Chang put down the bronze fragments as if he was electrocuted, and the newbies said as if they were shocked:

“So expensive?!”

The stall owner snorted coldly, "It's expensive? Forget it, I won't sell this treasure to people who don't know the goods. Don't stop me from doing business, go to other places for fun."

Fang Chang smiled embarrassedly, but did not leave, instead said:

"Uncle, I just see this piece of fragments being destined to be. Please give me a sincere offer."

"Hmph, you have vision, this baby has a great background."

The middle-aged uncle's eyes were full of vicissitudes and said with a look of nostalgia:

"I was a soldier from Annan Road back then. When the secret palace was born, we were ordered to block the passage of the secret palace.

As a result, as soon as we arrived, the top started fighting.

It was a battle between gods and immortals, and even the sky was broken.

We all had brothers from a battalion, and before we even saw the enemy, we saw a bronze bell falling from the sky, shaking everyone to death.

I was lucky and far away, but I just broke one of my thighs and was buried in the pile of dead people before I escaped.

Later, when I buried the corpse for my brothers, I dug out this fragment from the ground.

I suspect it is a fragment of the bronze bell, it is a magic weapon.

If I hadn't been for your destiny, I wouldn't have sold this fragment if you wanted it.

Let's do this, I'll give you the cheapest price, two spirit stones.

After you buy it, I won’t be able to miss you later.”

Fang Chang was stunned by the fright, and asked, "The Secret Mansion was born, uncle, what is the Secret Mansion?"

The middle-aged uncle said in surprise: "You don't even know the secret palace."

Elder Fang shook his head: "I don't know."

The middle-aged uncle is also a good teacher, explaining:

"Do you know that our Tang Dynasty did not practice the method, and the so-called extraordinary power is those vulgar martial artists."

"But no one knows how many years it has been since many years ago. Some people say thirty years, some people say 50 years, and some people say 100 years.

But in short, a long time ago, the first secret palace of the Tang Dynasty was born, and countless martial arts and magic weapons flew out of the secret palace.

Some good-lucky guys have obtained martial arts and magic weapons and become the first group of cultivators. Now we have to call them ancestors and powerful people.

This secret palace can be regarded as the first blessed place in the world of cultivation.

Countless people with dreams want to change their destiny through the secret palace.

Later, every once in a while, the secret palace would appear in a certain place, and the world of cultivation in the Tang Dynasty developed.

This bronze fragment might contain a top-level martial art.

Little brother, you said you were destined to be with him, and it is very likely that you were able to sense the martial arts.

By then, my little brother will be successful, don’t forget to give me a hand.”

Fang Chang was so excited that his blood was boiling, and his eyes were full of desire, but he asked cautiously:

"Uncle, you didn't lie to me, are you? You can give me this good thing, and if it's a fake, who will I go to?"

When the middle-aged uncle saw the fish take the bait, he smiled freely and said:

"This technique is spiritual, and people who are destined to get it. If I were destined to have it, I would have sensed it long ago, but it has been in my hands for so long, but it has not responded.

It is better to hand it over to those who are destined to help each other.

As for whether it is fake or not, it depends on one's own opinion. If you can't see it, it means that your fate has not come."

"Am I really the one chosen by fate?"

Fang Chang murmured to himself, and suddenly he looked up suddenly and stared at the middle-aged uncle and said:

"I decided! Uncle, I really can't repay you for being so kind to me.

Let’s do this, give me the skills and sponsor me ten spirit stones. After my skills are completed, I will definitely return them a hundred times.”

The middle-aged uncle nodded conditionally first, then suddenly became shocked:

"Okay, okay, what-what?!"

"What are you kidding me?!"

Fang Chang still said seriously: "Uncle, I didn't joke with you. I have a premonition that I am the son of destiny. When my cultivation level rises, I will definitely not forget you.

As long as you pay one skill, you will have ten spirit stones, or eight will do it.

You are the benefactor of the future Jindan Zhenren. Is there anything more profitable in the world than this?"

The middle-aged uncle showed the disgust of eating a fly on his face. He stared at Fang Chang, who was already full of passion, and made his last effort:

"This is a test that fate has given you. Are you unwilling to even use two spirit stones? Why do you get the recognition of top-level martial arts?"

Fang Chang looked embarrassed: "But I don't have a spirit stone."

The middle-aged uncle completely froze.

After a long time, he asked with difficulty:

"Then what do you have?"

Fang Chang touched her pocket, took out two taels of broken silver, and said with a simple and honest smile:

"I bought all the money and that's all I left."

The middle-aged uncle looked at the bronze fragments on the stall, and then looked at the two taels of silver in Fang Chang's hand.

Finally he took a deep breath and said:

"It depends on your fate, and the deal will be completed!"

The smile on Fang Chang's face suddenly couldn't hold back and she shouted in her heart.

"Bao! It's a sloppy!"

As expected, people are shameless and invincible. This stall owner actually wants to earn even two taels of silver!

Fuck!

Fang Chang naturally knew that this magic weapon fragment was fake.

You should know that the equipment starts from the lowest level of ordinary soldiers, and is one by one, including magic weapons, spiritual weapons, and magic weapons...

Magic weapons are already the fourth level of equipment, and even Jindan real people who are not good at making a little bit of money can't get magic weapons.

Even fragments of magic weapons are priceless.

After all, the money for materials alone is not a small amount. If you can retain some power, it will be enough to be a family heirloom of an ordinary cultivation family.

Even if he didn't use the identification technique, he knew it was fake.

He just wanted to try the taste of bargaining and the rules of trading in the market.

result……

This middle-aged uncle is even more shameless than him.

Fang Chang couldn't help but bow to the middle-aged uncle in his heart - he lost this wave.

I am willing to accept the loss.

Fang Chang handed the two taels of silver to the middle-aged stall owner, took out the bronze fragments, and used the identification technique without giving up.

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【Bronze Fragments of Older

[Introduction: A miscellaneous imitation product. I also want to find treasures at the stall and see my blessing first.]

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Fang Chang: "..."

Even the golden fingers despise him.

However, he endured it.

Also act in full set.

Fang Chang looked like a treasure and collected the bronze fragments in person, bid farewell to the middle-aged stall owner, and disappeared into the crowd with a guilty look.

“It’s great to be young.”

The middle-aged stall owner watched Fang Chang disappear, and then took out a piece of bronze fragment from the bag sitting under his butt and threw it into the stall, waiting for the destined person to be destined to be.
Chapter completed!