Plundering the Heavens

When he was scared, he sighed and said: "You don't have to be nervous. I didn't reveal what you mean. I just appreciated your craft. You see, this flying sword is really different. And this kind of spirit, how do you do it? This color, the smell, my heaven, and a hint of aura, it’s really true..."

This is a half-truth, and the party is really admired for this man's craft. The fake means is not low. Like the flying sword, it is actually some broken flying swords, but the inside of the array. It was followed by a unique method, so if the person who bought the experiment was on the spot, Feijian could run freely, but the connection between the fascias seemed to be complete. In fact, it was very reluctant, I am afraid that it would not be used one or two. Back, it will collapse and it will not work properly.

Of course, to lie, it is absolutely perfect.

And this kind of spirit, although it looks very realistic, the aroma is tangy, the aura is overflowing, but if there is a person with vision, it is not difficult to distinguish the difference, it is the person who does not know how to do it, if the spirit is cut, Can find out that there is not enough aura.

"The brothers don't want to laugh at me, the younger brother... just a moment of confusion!"

The owner of the stall did not know what to do, and said nervously.

Fang Xing waved his hand and said: "What is a moment of confusion? This craft, can it be practiced for a while?"

The stall owner cried out, nervously looked around, whispering and pleading: "Small voice, what do you want to do, or just say it! Today I met a high man, what do you see, even though Take it..."

"What I see is your craft..."

Fang Xingcheng said with sincerity: "I don't care about it. In my former home, there was such an elder who specialized in this way. It was only a rough hand. You can't compare it with your brother. So when I saw my brother, I stood. I am kind, this brother, you can rest assured that I will never be vocal about this matter, and will take care of your business. If you have money, everyone will earn it..."

"amount……"

The stall owner stunned, his eyes squinting at the side, not knowing what he said was true or false.

Fang Xing whispered: "The specific thing I have to plan for, this brother, you give me a name..."

"What do you want to do?"

The stall owner is nervous, and the ghost market has never asked for identity. This is the rule that has always been.

He dared to go to the ghost market to sell some fakes, but also because of this rule, as long as the spot is not seen by others, who knows who he is after the ghost market? Moreover, every time he comes to the ghost market, he does not take the fakes immediately. He always sells them for a while, and determines the safety. He will carefully show off some of the fakes and mix them into the real thing.

When Fang Xun asked him his name, he immediately alerted him.

Sidewalk: "You are nervous, isn't it convenient to contact you?"

The stall owner blinked, hesitated for a while, whispered: "Still forget it, this brother, the ghost city has the rules of the ghost city, since you have seen my things, just pick a few pieces, if you look at it, I really have a lot of things on this stall. As for the name of the name, I still have to worry about it. I haven’t made a big thought about it. From today, this stall is gone..."

Seeing this stall owner refused, and the party laughed low and looked at him: "I really don't stay?"

The stall owner said: "Do not stay!"

Fang line suddenly stood up and shouted: "Oh, what are you here..."

The valley was originally quiet, even if someone spoke, it was deliberately depressing the voice. The scorpion was suddenly stunned and the people around him were shocked. No amount of light was attracted.

The stall owner was even scared and scared, and almost escaped.

However, the following words in the side of the line made him stay for a while: "It is really good. I have found it for a long time before I found it. This brother, you are my great benefactor, thank you very much, Lingshi asks you to collect it..." He said that he had dropped a piece of Lingshi and grabbed a thing from the booth. He turned over and looked at it, and blinked at the booth.

"Oh, it turned out to be a dumpling, so excited with a rest of peace!"

There was a low resentment next to him, turning his head and disregarding him.

The sulphate is nothing but a good medicine to calm down and help people recover. It is not a good thing.

At this time, there was also a guard standing in the valley who came over and whispered: "This brother controls his emotions, we are all in the ghost market, or be careful, the sound should not be too big..."

"Okay, I am so excited, brothers don't blame..."

The party hurriedly accompanied the guard, and the guard waved his hand, indicating that he did not need to turn and left.

The stall owner directly collapsed, his eyes fluttering and looking at the side, helplessly said: "How exactly will you let me go?"

Fang line looked at him, laughing and not talking.

The stall owner bit his teeth, as if he made up his mind, took out a wooden sign from his arms and handed it to the party.

The party did not pick up, directly said: "Give me really!"

The face of the stall owner is even more ugly. It seems that he can see his mouth twitching through a layer of black gauze. After a long time, he finally took another wooden card to the side, then he hanged his head and said nothing. The party took the wooden sign proudly, and God read it and immediately read the person's information: "Qing Yunzong's foreign disciple, Black Rock Valley, a word, a house, a thousand fingers..."

The identity, name, and house of residence of the person are all in it, and the party keeps in mind.

The wooden hand was handed back to him, and the owner was powerless: "What do you want to do, can you tell me first?"

Fang Xing smiled and said: "Want to say it!"

Hua Qianzhi bite his teeth and secretly made a decision.

After going back, I will destroy all of this and never do it again, lest I be coerced.

"If you want to go back and destroy the things, and then don't touch this again, I can guarantee that the things you sell in the ghost market will spread throughout the outer door. Hey, you think there is no evidence, others will You can't take it anymore? Hey, many people who are fooled are so angry that they are anxious to find someone to suffocate. As long as someone can make them revenge, is there any evidence?"

The sound of the square haze sounded up: "But also, since you have done this, the craft is not bad, others really want to check you, I don't believe you have no flaws left, you can find out..."

Hua Qianzhi’s body was stagnant. After a long time, he only sighed long and sighed slightly. “Awaiting the good news of the brothers!”

When I started, I started to pack things up. I really didn’t want to stay with this horrible guy. But after things were finished, I was about to leave, but I reached out to him again. The ghost smiled and said: "Take me that Lingshi still me..."

Hua Qiang was furious and whispered: "The peace of mind is true..."

"But your other things are fake!"

The party said if nothing happened.

Hua Qianzhi was speechless, and he also went to the Lingshi, and packed up things like a dodge, leaving behind.

Fang Xing continued to sneak here, while looking for a flying sword that suits him, while estimating in his heart. He was not born to be an ordinary path. When he saw these fakes made by Hua Qianzhi, he began to figure it out. Now that he has taken the handle of this person, he has to give himself some benefits through his craft, and the benefits are less.

As for the flying swords in the hands of Hua Qianzhi, he is somewhat inconspicuous, even if it is authentic, the grade is extremely inferior.

The valley was not big, so I slid for a while, and almost every booth was seen. When I came to the corner, I suddenly heard two people excitedly down the voice and quarrel. One of them said: "This brother, me. There are quite a few of the 70 spiritual stones. Although you are rare, they are not the top things. I have a very sincere price!"

"Seventy stones?"

The ears of the square line were subconscious and the palms could not help but pinch.

"This is the amount of spiritual stone for a three-year-old disciple. What kind of medicinal medicine can value this price?"

"Senior brother, seventy Lingshi, but not too small, but I have already said, this Dan, only change the stone!"

The other voice sounded up, listening to some familiar ears, and thinking carefully, my heart suddenly rose.

He heard who this person is, and he was waiting for it.

Fang Xing is a very vengeful person. Once you remember who you hate, it is really impressive, and you will never forget it in ten years!

At this time, what happened during the time from Shanmen, although it has been half a year, he immediately thought about it.

When I turned around, I saw a young man sitting on a piece of bluestone near the edge of the cliff. His face was covered with a white towel and was covered by the shadow of the mountains under the moonlight, so it was difficult to notice him. If you don't know who he is, it's all right, and since Fang Fang heard this voice, and then take a closer look, he clearly recognized him from the eyebrow, which was the waiting of the mountain gate.

"Well, the road is narrow, just happened to meet this, and see what he wants to do!"

Fang Xing thought, and found a place not far away to sit and listen.

(Being [Baiyun Ge] pit, okay, accept the fate, add a more chapter, I wish the brothers a happy weekend!)