Fang Chang frantically used identification skills on the objects in the middle-aged stall owner's stall.
It's okay if he doesn't identify it, but once he does, he can't help but call the stall owner a black-hearted person.
Ten out of ten items on this stall are fake.
Until he used identification for the thirty-sixth time.
His brain suddenly felt empty, as if something had been violently taken away, and the mana in his body surged out like a flood, and was completely gone in an instant.
His feet went weak and he almost fell down.
"Hey, kid, don't blackmail me."
Even the middle-aged stall owner who had been fishing steadily almost stopped sitting.
At this time, Fang Chang's face was dark and pale, his temples were wet with sweat, and his hands and feet were weak and weak, as if he had just walked out from seven consecutive battles last night.
Fang Chang suppressed the excitement in his heart and showed a calm smile to the middle-aged stall owner:
"Boss, I'm fine. I'm just a little anemic. I'll be fine if I eat a piece of candy."
As he spoke, he actually took out a hard piece of maltose from his pocket.
Sure enough, after eating candy, Fang Chang's face looked much better.
The middle-aged stall owner was relieved and muttered to himself:
"You've already practiced it and you're still anemic. It can't be some evil technique."
Fang Chang took a long breath and regained his composure.
The identification technique just now drained all his mana at once, and also consumed most of his mental power before giving an identification result to one of the objects on the stall.
You must know that it only cost him a little mana to identify a low-grade spiritual object like the purple dragon spirit bamboo.
It made Fang Chang think that the consumption of his identification skills was constant.
In front of the field of vision, the identification results have appeared.
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[Broken Jade Slips of Transmitting Gong]
[Introduction: A seemingly ordinary jade slip contains incredible spiritual power. Reciting the Heart Sutra silently three thousand times can unlock the secrets inside the jade slip. 】
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Apart from anything else, just the four words "Jade Slip of Chuan Gong" are enough to move people's hearts.
The law should not be passed lightly.
At the mortal level and the magic level, the exercises can still be recorded on white paper for future generations to read, but once the exercises and spiritual techniques reach the spiritual level and above, sufficient carrying materials must be needed.
The Jade Slip of Chuan Gong is one of them.
This jade slip is not an ordinary jade, but a stone-in-stone jade that grows in the spirit stone veins and is wrapped in spirit stones. It is naturally pregnant with spirits and has the most stable spiritual energy structure.
Many times, refining magic weapons requires this jade in stone as an aid to mediate the conflict of spiritual energy in the spiritual materials.
But its most important role is as a jade slip for transmitting martial arts.
Because the aura structure of jade in stone is stable enough, it can carry traces of Dharma and Tao.
Every used jade slip represents a skill or spiritual inheritance of spiritual level and above.
Because the aura structure of Shi Zhong Jade is too stable, many people regard it as ordinary miscellaneous jade. Without extremely high eyesight and insight, it is impossible to identify it.
At least if Fang Chang doesn't have identification skills, he won't be able to tell the difference.
"The ancients do not deceive me. There are real treasures in the stalls."
For a moment, Fang Chang looked at the middle-aged stall owner with tender eyes.
This is a good man.
I'm generous and don't care about cheating me out of twenty taels of silver.
Fang Chang started to pick out all the jade products on the stall. There were five pieces in total, including the ordinary Pixiu jade pendant from before.
"Boss, what's the price of these?"
The middle-aged stall owner said calmly: "Seeing that you have been looking at it for a long time, you can be considered a serious buyer. I will give you a cheaper price, one piece of spiritual stone, but this jade buckle costs five spiritual stones."
The middle-aged stall owner pointed at the jade slip and highlighted it.
"What?!"
Fang Chang looked surprised and said: "Why is it so expensive?"
The middle-aged stall owner smiled coldly and said, "These are all items from the Secret Palace. Do you know what the Secret Palace is?"
Fang Chang shook his head in confusion and said, "I don't know."
So the middle-aged stall owner talked about that year again.
"If I hadn't been lucky, I would have died a long time ago. These are the treasures I exchanged for my life. If the price is cheap, it will not be worth the sacrifice I fought for back then."
Fang Chang reluctantly put down his things:
"Boss, I can't afford it."
With that said, he stood up and left, but before he turned around and walked two steps, he turned back and begged the boss:
"Boss, can you keep these things for me? I'll come back to you when I save enough money."
When the middle-aged stall owner saw Fang Chang leaving decisively, he almost failed to achieve success, but when Fang Chang turned around and came back, he immediately regained his master's calmness.
He pretended to ponder, and then sighed:
"Forget it, I see that you are sincere in buying it, so I will give you a cheap price. Hmm...how many spiritual stones do you have on you?"
Fang Chang showed a nervous expression and said rather shyly:
"Just a spiritual stone and a few taels of gold."
"It's much better than that kid yesterday."
The middle-aged stall owner muttered a few words.
"What did you say, boss?" Fang Chang pretended to be confused.
The middle-aged stall owner said: "It's okay. There are so many stalls in the market. If you can walk in front of me and take a fancy to my items, then we are destined to be together."
Let's do this, I'll suffer a little loss, except for this jade buckle, the other four will be counted as one spiritual stone for you."
Fang Chang cried out in his heart, but on the surface he pretended to be surprised and said:
"Boss, are you really giving it to me so cheaply?"
The middle-aged stall owner said with a smile: "That's natural, spitting and nailing can still be fake."
"But I want to do whatever I want, especially this jade button, I think it is a treasure."
Fang Chang looked serious, but soon showed a look of struggle, and finally seemed to have made up his mind.
"Boss, I'll give you two spiritual stones, just give them all to me."
He acted like he didn't want anything from me.
Silly boy, there is no reason for you to say that you are a treasure. Isn't this just for the taking?
Fortunately, you met me and it was only a small killing.
The middle-aged stall owner secretly laughed in his heart. Seeing that the heat was almost over, he showed a helpless look and said: "Okay, okay, let's make a business like a war. I'll give you two spiritual stones."
Fang Chang looked happy: "Thank you very much, boss. You are such a good person."
Then he took out a spiritual stone from his pocket, and another scented spiritual stone from his boot, and excitedly handed it to the middle-aged stall owner.
Then he picked up five jade products and ran away without looking back, as if he was afraid that the middle-aged stall owner would regret it.
The middle-aged stall owner weighed the two spiritual stones in his hand and smiled proudly.
"Silly boy, make another fortune. If only everyone were as stupid as this."
"The less you do about the little bastard yesterday, the better."
He actually didn't lie.
Back then, he had indeed witnessed the birth of the Secret Mansion, and had also seen scenes of gods fighting and magic weapons flying around, but he did not dare to approach it at all.
It wasn't until the fighting stopped that he had the courage to take a few glances, and then dug up some scattered weapons, fragments, and rags.
He's just a rag picker.
He has tried all these rags, and they are all worthless.
That jade button is one of them.
He had some impressions, and he bothered with it for a long time.
It goes without saying that the gap on the top was broken by himself.
But that didn't stop him from packaging these gadgets and putting them together with fake products he made himself.
Others think they can find treasures among fakes, but they don't know that these so-called treasures are just trash.
If everything was fake, his little stall wouldn't be able to open.
"I don't know if there is anything left after digging there for so many years. In recent years, there have been more and more stupid newcomers, and there are not enough scammers."
The middle-aged stall owner was thinking that after the market was over, he would go to the place where the previous battle was fought to dig and pick up some rags.
