The Infinite Practice Of Fantasy

There are many treasures inherited from ancient times that are sealed in these stones. Some people use a method to forcibly detect those things, but they are not sure whether the things inside are still useless.

After all, there is a greater chance of opening the stone and seeing a mess of grass inside.

"100,000 gold coins, do you think I look like a victim?"

"100 gold coins, no bargaining."

Han Yang said indifferently, while he had already moved his hand away from the stone, as if if you don't agree, I won't buy it.

There was a struggling expression on the breakfast face. He had been here all morning, and indeed no one came to ask about the price.

If this continues, I'm afraid he won't be able to sell any of these stones.

And he wasn't sure what was inside. It wouldn't hurt to sell it to Han Yang like this. Maybe what he picked was just a mess of grass, and if it sold for 100, he could still have a few meals.

"Deal, I will tell you the price, I will only sell it to you, but you must not tell anyone else.

The vendor gave Han Yang the piece of stone with the black stone that Han Yang had chosen and said in a low voice.

Han Yang smiled coldly while nodding his head again, "Don't tell others, hehe, you haven't even had any business here for a long time. It's not easy to see me, the victim, Cumin, rushing up. It's a pity that this time the victim can only be you.

"Do you need me to cut it?" Many customers choose to cut the stone directly after buying it, so the vendor also asked.

"Yeah." Han Yang nodded directly.

The hawker's expression was even more surprised. He looked at Han Yang's expression with such certainty. He obviously thought that there must be a treasure inside this stone. However, usually in this case, they would choose to find a secluded place to open it instead of opening it in a secluded place. Showing off in full view of the public.

After all, there are no laws in places like Port Noire. Once they see what treasure you have, they will swarm to snatch it.

"Open." Han Yang said coldly, without any emotion between his eyebrows. It seemed that the thing he wanted to open was just an ordinary stone.

"Creak!" The vendor didn't hesitate when he saw Han Yang say so firmly. Without hesitation, he took the knife and cut quickly on the stone. The small poem slowly fell to the ground and gathered into a ball of dust.

The person who was cooking suddenly couldn't cut it, as if he had hit something extremely hard.

"Collapse!" The knife cut on the hard thing, and the knife directly broke into two sections.

"Damn it!" The building next to the vendor naturally attracted the attention of others, and in an instant they attracted a crowd of onlookers.

The hawker had a troubled expression on his face. He had cut many stones with the one he just had, but he had never been in such a state before!

"Do you want to continue?" Of course the vendor didn't want to continue, otherwise he would destroy many of his knives, but Han Yang nodded and said without changing his expression.

"Of course, I also want to see what treasures are in here!"

The corners of the hawker's mouth were twitching constantly, and he could only take another knife and continue cutting.

This time, the hawker was sure that his knife would never break, because he used extremely hard iron.

He cut down slowly and confidently, but he did not expect that his knife was bent to a degree visible to the naked eye.

"F*ck!" the vendor yelled instantly.

Han Yang's eyebrows raised slightly, and he felt a little surprised. Although the hardness of black iron can be said to be one of the best, it should not be such an exaggeration.

".~You get out of the way."

After Han Yang was silent for a second, he stepped forward and pushed the vendor away. He stretched out his hand, like an invisible knife, gently sliding down the stone, and the broken soil immediately fell down.

But as time went by, the expression on Han Yang's face became more and more solemn, and the movements of his hands stopped, as if he had encountered some obstacle.

"What is the thing inside here?" Han Yang couldn't help but asked a question.

Although the Divine Level Cauldron System has just said that this is a piece of black iron, the things inside should definitely not be as simple as black iron.

"Hiss!" Han Yang gasped instantly, and blood slowly dripped from his hand onto the stone.

His blood was like corrosive sulfuric acid, and a large hole instantly penetrated the surface of the stone.

After seeing what was inside, the vendor immediately regretted it.

Now he even wished he had a knife and stabbed it directly into his heart.

Why must you sell this stone? If you keep this kind of thing in your hands, it will definitely play a greater role.

Han Yang's expression didn't change that much, but he also showed a look of surprise, as if he didn't expect that the thing inside turned out to be... it.

PS: Please reward me with a broken egg. Thank you. .