Beast

The market in Luoji City is not like Yuehu City or Yunxi City, which is hidden away from mortals. Instead, the entire main street is lined with shops selling and purchasing cultivation items. The streets are bustling with people.

There are more monks among pedestrians than ordinary people.

The main streets are also divided into busy and sparse. The middle of the main street is the most prosperous place in Luoji City.

Yang Qing walked among the passers-by with an indifferent expression. He was about to go to the center of the city. The tip of the knife seemed to be broken into pieces in the Xumi gourd in his arms. He did not go to those places that only sold low-level magic weapons to ask for appraisals because he

I believe that the blade-like fragment is definitely not a magic weapon.

No matter whether it is a low-grade magic weapon or a high-grade magic weapon, I have touched them all, but I still can't tell what level the knife-tip-like fragments belong to.

Most likely they are fragments of the magic weapon!

He walked quickly and arrived at the center of the city in just one stick of incense.

The pavilions in the city are towering. The shortest one has four floors and is about six feet high. The tallest pavilion is seven floors, like a tower ten feet high. This place is prosperous, but not noisy. People come and go from various shops.

Everyone is a monk.

Some are carrying huge packages on their backs, some have empty hands, some are followed by spiritual beasts, some are walking with men and women leaning against each other...

Either they are walking in a hurry, or they are walking leisurely, or they are looking around thiefly, or they are looking arrogant, holding their heads high and not squinting...

"Jian Bao Zhai" Yang Qing thought silently in his heart. There was a plaque with gilded characters on the top. Then, he walked into the six-story pavilion in front of him with several monks who looked like regular customers.

The Jianbaozhai is the one with the most monks in Luoji City, because it can identify all kinds of treasures for the monks, and distinguish the grade, attribute, function and value, whether it is a magic weapon, elixir, talisman or rare treasure.

We will give you exact information. There is no requirement to sell it to Jianbaozhai, but if the price is the same, Jianbaozhai can give priority to purchase.

If it is not sold or sold to other parties, Jianbaozhai will charge a piece of spiritual stone as the appraisal fee.

This caused the first floor of Jianbaozhai to be overcrowded.

Ten tables are placed in a hall with a radius of ten feet. Behind the tables, a dozen monks with uniform clothes, different appearances, ages, and surnames are playing with the items in their hands, either expressionless or impatient.

, or slightly startled.

In front of the table, ten rows of monks stood in a long queue extending to the large door. Some were waiting anxiously, some looked wary, and some were watching curiously...

Yang Qing planned to rest in Luoji City for a few days, so he was not in a hurry. He found the table for appraising the magical artifacts, stood tall and waited calmly.

Most of the objects that appeared at this time were low-level objects, which were appraised very quickly. The monks who were deemed valuable looked excited, while some shook their heads and smacked their lips, obviously disappointed, and agreed to sell them to Jianbaozhai.

The monk was led to the second floor by the staff of Jian Bao Zhai to conduct transactions.

Several monks had something important to do and wanted to appraise the treasure in advance. They were scolded by everyone and finally stood in line in despair. Yang Qing waited honestly and looked at the things in the hands of many monks with curiosity, which caused the people around him to quickly take the treasure.

Put the things in your hands into your arms.

The hall on the first floor of Jianbaozhai is full of people, and they can't help but talk about strange things when they see them. They can't help but take pleasure in others' misfortunes when they are judged to be ordinary things or worthless.

For less than half an hour, no rare treasure appeared, and there was already a queue of monks behind Yang Qing. There was only a young and beautiful female monk in front of him, who was waiting anxiously for the young man behind the desk to announce the result.

The young man was wearing a brocade gown, and his white palms were playing with a pair of locks and rings of various sizes. He raised his eyelids and said softly, "This thing is called the Mother and Son Chain Moon. It is a relatively rare thing used for sleep locks."

The low-grade magic weapon is very cumbersome to use, and its value is close to the middle-grade magic weapon. If the little girl has the intention to sell, she will go to the second floor to discuss the price."

"Thank you fellow Taoist for the appraisal. If the price is reasonable, the little lady will sell it." The beautiful female cultivator looked slightly happy, but the look in her eyes made her quite dissatisfied, and her tone was light.

"Xiao Wu, quickly lead this fellow Taoist to the second floor so that he can be entertained," the young man said seriously to the young man standing by.

After the young man answered with a flattering smile, he led the beautiful woman to the second floor.

Yang Qing felt a little nervous in his heart. What was the knife-tip fragment? They had always been curious and hoped that it was a treasure. At this time, the person in front of him might help him solve it, although it would require a spiritual stone.

fee, but his tone was still gentle, and he said to the young man who turned sideways and looked at the back of the beautiful female cultivator, "Fellow Taoist, please identify what this fragment is."

Many monks behind him turned their bodies to look curiously at the palm-sized silver-white fragment in Yang Qing's hand, while the young man behind the desk was still staring intently at the waist and buttocks of the beautiful female cultivator.

Yang Qing's mood remained unchanged, his voice was slightly raised, and he said gently again, "Fellow Taoist, could you please help me identify what this fragment is?"

The young man behind the desk slowly turned his head, obviously having heard the first sentence. At this time, he raised his eyelids and looked at the ignorant man in front of him with slight dissatisfaction. After a while, he said lightly, "Bring it."

The young man had a bad attitude and did not let Yang Qing use it as a pestilence. However, his expression was less gentle and he gently placed the knife-tip-like fragment on the table with one hand.

The young man was still dissatisfied. He picked up the fragment casually with his slender fingers, first touched the blade with his thumb, and then stroked the smooth mirror-like surface.

Yang Qing was slightly nervous and waited quietly.

"Crack!"

The young man dropped the pieces on the table casually, making a loud sound.

"The fragments of mortal weapons are just sharp, worthless!" The young man didn't even raise his head, and there was disdain in his tone.

Identifying magical artifacts is not as complicated as identifying elixirs, talismans, and rare treasures. You only need to look at the material, the refining technique, and the patterns engraved on it to determine its grade, function, and value. The young man sneered in his heart.

Another idiot who thinks he found a treasure."

"The fee is one spiritual stone!" the young man said impatiently.

"Fellow Taoist, the magnetic fragments are by no means mortal objects. You are dealing with it like this and still want to charge for a spiritual stone." Yang Qing was angry and spoke in a stiff tone.

The young man slapped his forehead with his slender fingers, obviously showing great impatience and disdain, and said angrily, "You're a piece of shit and you want me to tell you why it's useless. Don't talk nonsense. A spiritual stone is the rule of Jianbaozhai. Hurry up."

Handed over, next one”

The young man's voice was quite high, and all the monks in the hall could hear it. They all looked towards this place, some were ready to take action, while others were just watching the fun.

Standing behind Yang Qing was a thin young monk. When he heard "Next", he looked slightly anxious and vigilant and couldn't help but feel happy, waiting for Yang Qing to get out of the way.

At this time, a strong young man who had just walked into the hall ran to the desk and said with a smile, "Brother Guang, please help me identify it first." Then, he turned his head to face the man with a sullen face.

Yang Qing, who opened his mouth to speak, scolded, "Don't you understand human language? Hand over the spirit stone and get out of here!"

Yang Qing's face turned cold, and he turned his head to stare at the strong young man.

"Oh, you're so bold," the strong young man curled his lips and sneered. When he spoke, his true energy was already flowing, and he quickly pushed Yang Qing's shoulder with his right hand, trying to push him into the mud.

Yang Qing's expression was even colder. The palm of his hand pushed forward quickly, but he was able to avoid it. However, he neither fought back nor dodge, and just waited wherever he stood.

The young man with a strong physique saw Yang Qing refusing to dodge, how could he bear such contempt? The cyan light flowed on his palm, and his strength and speed became stronger.

"Woo..."

The palm wind brought by it makes a sound!

Just when everyone was waiting to watch the show, this palm was already printed on Yang Qing's shoulder.

"Peng!"

The green light still burst out, and the strong young man staggered back.

As for Yang Qing, the robe on his shoulders was not broken.

Everyone was shocked, and only a few people saw clearly how to fight back.

In the brief moment when his palm touched his shoulder, Yang Qing's shoulder shook slightly three times before breaking the opponent's menacing palm.

Ignoring the surprised expressions of the crowd and looking at the shy and confused expression of the strong young man, he instead faced the ugly-faced young man sitting behind the desk and said stiffly, "Ordinary magic weapon formations are engraved on the outside."

, and this fragment, not to mention the material, just the array pattern inside it is destined to be extraordinary. How can I pay you the spiritual stone if you deal with it like this? It's ridiculous!"

Then he didn't say anything, picked up the pieces and turned around to leave.

"Wait a minute, little friend!" an old voice came from the stairs.

Yang Qing stopped coldly. Monks were not allowed to fight in the city, but they could not be beaten without fighting back. He wanted to see what Jianbaozhai wanted to do. He raised his chin slightly and looked towards the stairs.

On the stairs made of mahogany, an old man stepped down. His beard and hair were all white, his face was deeply wrinkled, his eyes were bright, and his palms holding the stairs were like chicken claws. His voice was old but resonant, and he said, "My little friend speaks like this."

, wouldn’t it be nice to send me to Jian Bao Zhai, a man who has been appreciating treasures for more than a hundred years, to help you appraise treasures with my own hands and eyes?”

The dozen treasure appraisers behind the table in the hall bowed and saluted, and even the many monks waiting for the treasure appraiser greeted them respectfully.

The old man known as "Ai Lao" slowly walked down and sat on the wooden chair given by "Brother Guang" with a calm expression.

Yang Qing suppressed the fierce energy that had surged up, and his expression returned to calm, and he walked over casually. He was originally angry and wanted to leave, so as not to get angry here, but when he left, he became unreasonable, and

He wanted to know what the blade-like fragment was.

Returning to the desk, he gently put the tip of the knife down and waited quietly.

All the monks in the hall stopped and watched the old man's appraisal. Even the strong young man was waiting with his right arm covered and his expression hidden with resentment.

The old man was very old, but he was neither deaf nor blind, and his dry hands holding the fragment did not tremble at all. He first observed its shape, and then gently stroked the blade and surface with his thumb.

Yang Qing didn't know if what he said was true. If not, he would be embarrassed.