Besides, Li Xiulin and his party arrived at the ten bustling street stalls and had already browsed dozens of red cloth stalls, but found nothing worth buying.

At this time, Li Xiulin, Madman and Lu Peng were squatting on a larger red cloth stall measuring dozens of square meters, each looking at different things.

Li Xiulin is holding a palm-sized bronze statue in his hand. The rust and mud on it can show its age.

This bronze statue was supposed to be in the shape of a four-winged Kunpeng, but two of its wings were missing, and the cracks on the cross section were clearly visible.

After getting the stall owner's permission, Li Xiulin silently played with the bronze Kunpeng in his hand. When he used his consciousness and spiritual power to explore inside bit by bit, he found that there was an extremely terrifying wind and thunder atmosphere inside.

Although this wind and thunder aura was extremely weak at the moment, it revealed an extremely terrifying and sharp feeling. He vaguely felt that this aura was far beyond the limit that could be achieved in the Nascent Soul realm, and might have the power to transform into a god.

Of course, Li Xiulin didn't know how powerful the realm of transformation was, he was just making his own guess.

But just like that, he felt that this object was already extraordinary. Regardless of whether he could master the power of wind and thunder inside, even if he regarded it as a self-destructing spiritual treasure, it was still very powerful.

For a time, Li Xiulin became very interested in this thing, and even wanted to ask about the price and buy it.

Although the stall owner with downcast eyes did not look at Li Xiulin blatantly, from the corner of his eye, he could already see the fiery look in the eyes of the young monk in front of him.

"Hey, another fish has taken the bait!" The mysterious monk, who was wearing a bronze mask and wrapped in a black robe, smiled in his heart, and then floated to Li Xiulin's side.

"Fellow Taoist, this object is an inherited treasure left by a hidden sect in ancient times. Its name is the Four-winged Wind and Thunder Kunpeng. It can be said to be rare and abnormal!"

The black-robed stall owner's voice was full of enthusiasm and sighs, as if the hidden sect that had been lost in the long river of time was right in front of him, and he continued.

"You must have noticed the wind and thunder in it, my fellow Taoist. That is the method inherited by the legendary hidden sect. As long as you, my fellow Taoist, understand it thoroughly, you will definitely be able to understand a few tricks and techniques!

With that kind of wind and thunder, coupled with the intelligence and talent of fellow Taoists, the technique that you have come to understand must be extremely powerful!"

Listening to the eloquent speech of the black-robed stall owner, Li Xiulin frowned. The wind and thunder inside was extremely weak, and it was barely enough to release it suddenly, but it was basically impossible to continue until he could learn some magic from it.

possible.

What the stall owner said was a bit exaggerated.

Just when Li Xiulin frowned, the black-robed stall owner narrowed his eyes, thinking that this person was not the kind of fool who could deceive someone with just a few words, so he said in a very regretful voice.

"Alas, it's a pity that time is too ruthless. All the hidden sects have been wiped out in the world, and the treasure left behind is also in dilapidated condition. I believe that fellow Taoists have noticed that the power of wind and thunder inside is weak and abnormal. I won't lie to you either.

, although this treasure is good, it depends on who uses it, but it is quite qualified as a one-time weapon to deal with enemies!"

It has to be said that the words of the black-robed stall owner hit Li Xiulin's heart. He really only focused on the self-exploding power of the wind and thunder power inside. It would be a bit whimsical to understand anything from it.

Already.

Li Xiulin pursed her lips slightly and asked tentatively: "How much does this cost?"

The black-robed stall owner looked up and down Li Xiulin's clothes and temperament, secretly set a price that he thought was suitable, stretched out five fingers and said: "Five hundred thousand medium-grade spiritual stones, of course, you can get the top-grade ones."

As for spiritual stones, I can give you five thousand high-grade spiritual stones, and the price is absolutely unbelievable! If this treasure is not born with defects, and I am not suitable for practicing the method of wind and thunder, otherwise I will never be willing to sell such a treasure."

When the black-robed stall owner finished speaking, his face under the mask seemed to be full of pain.

After Li Xiulin heard the price quoted by the black robe stall owner, his expression did not waver. The price was acceptable to him, but he had not yet made a final decision to buy it.

"Oops! Even though this kid is dressed in ordinary clothes, I didn't expect him to be a big fish. He didn't even blink when he heard five thousand high-grade spiritual stones! My price is even less!" The black-robed stall owner gritted his teeth and cursed secretly in his heart.

Himself, but on the surface he is calm.

However, his expression of physical pain at this time was more real than before.

There is an unwritten rule in this hawking stall, that is, once the stall owner has spoken about the price, it cannot be changed. If he wants to increase the price temporarily, he will definitely not be tolerated here.

Therefore, this is also the reason why he felt that the bid was low at this moment, but did not raise the price.

Besides, since he mentioned this price, he must be making a profit. It's just a difference between making more and making less.

Just when Li Xiulin was hesitating, the madman not far away noticed him.

When the madman saw clearly the object in Li Xiulin's hand, he thought a little funny: "How can this piece of wood always accurately find those deceptive things? If he came here alone, I'm afraid he would be deceived to pieces.

There’s none left!”

When Li Xiulin was about to take out five thousand high-grade spiritual stones, the lunatic couldn't stand it any longer, and Yuyou called over, "Hey, isn't that an old friend from Qianjifang?"

When the madman said the words "Qianjifang", he could clearly feel the body of the black-robed stall owner trembling. He turned around awkwardly and said to the madman with a sneer on his face: "This fellow Taoist, I

The things here are all obtained through so many years of experience. How can they be from Qianjifang? Don’t accuse someone of innocence out of thin air!”

The Qianjifang they mentioned was not a sect family, but a special organization hidden in the darkness of the street stalls. The Qianjifang was not powerful, and they did not cover the sky with their hands and eyes, but they were the entire

The soul of the street stalls in Shitiaojie.

If there were no Qianjifang, then this place would definitely not be as prosperous as it is. Because Qianjifang specializes in counterfeiting objects, especially some tattered ‘ancient objects’ with a sense of age and inexplicable power.

The old friend that the madman mentioned was naturally not the black-robed stall owner, but the four-winged wind and thunder Kunpeng in Li Xiulin's hand.

"It's been decades, why are the things you bought from Qian Ji Fang still the same as these? Don't you know how to buy some new products?" After the madman approached, he looked at the black robe stall with a smile.

host.

The black-robed stall owner suddenly broke into a cold sweat and sighed in his heart, "It's over, I've met someone who knows how!"

However, even if he was seen through, his professionalism still allowed him to smile and said firmly: "Don't talk nonsense about Qianjifang or Qianjifang. Besides, you and I have never met each other, so how can we talk about old age?"

What does a friend say?”
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