"How do you like this thing?" The old farmer, with a sallow complexion and a claw mark on his cheek, put the copper lamp in his hand on the table and looked expectantly at the several masters waiting for their comments.
"Hey, this thing is interesting." Master Qiu, wearing gloves, picked up the copper lamp and looked at it carefully.
After a while, Master Qiu put down the copper cup in his hand.
"It looks a little old, but it's very new and is a new thing," Master Qiu said.
"Come on, let me tell you. This copper lamp was originally intended to imitate the style of the gold, copper and glazed lamps of the ancient Zheng Dynasty. However, the artistic style of the ancient Zheng Dynasty was rich, so the cultural relics and art features of the ancient Zheng Dynasty are very distinctive. Especially the lotus glazed lamps often have more than three layers of lotus petals..." Master Qiu pointed to Chen Xing next to him.
Chen Xing was also asked to personally feel the patterns on the copper lamp.
After these few days of experiments, Chen Xing already had considerable experience. Only real things can provide golden attribute points, fake things cannot, so he just touched the copper cup with his fingers casually.
But who knew that the moment he touched it, a familiar cold current flowed into his fingers.
A strange color flashed in Chen Xing's eyes.
Didn't Master Qiu say this is fake? Why can it provide golden attribute points? Could it be that he is mistaken?
Seeing the old farmer putting the copper lamp into his bag and turning away, Chen Xing withdrew his gaze.
He was suddenly startled, and Chen Xing remembered something.
So far, the golden attribute points he has obtained have basically been obtained from antiques. Apart from antiques, there is only one source of modern items that can provide him with attribute points - cults.
Could this person be related to a cult?
A cult group has actually infiltrated into this antique fair. Could it be that they are up to something else?
Thinking of this, Chen Xing frowned slightly. He had already regarded this antique conference as a channel to gain gold attribute points.
What if something happens and no one wants to come?
Thinking of this, Chen Xing's eyes turned slightly cold.
Immediately, Chen Xing whispered in Master Qiu's ear, left his seat, walked out of the side passage and walked into the venue.
In addition to the appreciation hall of several antique experts, there is also a large venue outside.
There were people coming and going in the venue, and there were stalls set up one after another.
Chen Xing's ears twitched slightly, and the noisy sounds around him entered his mind like audio signals one after another.
"Damn it, who brought all this stuff here? This is really too perverted."
"Let me take a look, let me take a look."
"This is the first time I've seen someone bring a coffin to the scene."
"This coffin looks quite heavy. It should be made entirely of stone."
Not far away, there was a crowd of people. Many people gathered here and formed a circle. There was a coffin in the center.
Chen Xing squeezed into the crowd easily.
The people on both sides separated like sponges and walked to the innermost part. Chen Xing looked at the stone coffin placed on the ground.
This coffin is two meters long, and the whole body is thick and steady. There are many lines and depressions of unknown meaning on the surface of the coffin lid.
Many people touched the coffin curiously. The owner of this stall seemed not to care about other people touching the coffin and allowed others to touch it.
Chen Xing took advantage of the chaos and stretched out his hand and landed on the coffin lid.
For a moment, a cold feeling came from the palm of my hand.
There is indeed something wrong with this coffin.
Silently absorbing all the cold current in the coffin.
Chen Xing left the crowd.
He walked around the venue.
Many of the things in this venue are authentic and fake, and it is difficult to distinguish.
Chen Xing touched it again and found that there were several items in several corners of the venue, plus the coffin and the copper lamp, which provided him with a total of 12 golden attribute points.
Based on some knowledge he learned from Master Qiu these days, Chen Xing decided on his own that these six items were all fakes.
None of them are real antiques.
At the same time, the old farmer who left Master Qiu went to a hotel diagonally opposite and entered a room on the third floor.
"How's it going? Did those so-called masters see anything?" A man in the room who was in his early forties, with sword-shaped eyebrows and a sharp face asked.
"No, they are just some wine bags and rice bags. He only recognized me as a modern fake."
"With the knowledge of ordinary people, they can only recognize this." The man said in a relaxed tone, "After this matter is over, I will go to the other side and ask sir for more recommendations."
The old farmer smiled, and the claw marks on his face danced with his smile, making him look even more ferocious.
"It's easy to say that everyone is here to do things for the superiors. I will activate the formation later."
"If it hadn't been for the official action, I wouldn't have ended up like this. No one would have thought that Stargazing Country could be so hidden." Murong Li said with a gloomy expression.
If it hadn't been for the sudden action of the Stargazing Country officials, he wouldn't have done this at all.
He didn't collude with those in the Immortal Way just to gain power.
Although he was deeply trusted before, he understood that the position of the next head of the Murong family would only be passed on to Murong Chi's son, and it would never be his turn.
He believed that his ability and talent were no better than Murong He's, and he was not willing to accept it, so when those people came to him, he made up his mind without hesitation for a few days.
In fact, he succeeded most of the time. Even Murong Chi, who was regarded as a god by the Murong family, was almost killed by him during the sneak attack and fled in embarrassment.
Then he and his confidants took control of the situation with the remaining power of defeating the ancestor, but within two days of taking control, the authorities suddenly took action, and the potion that could cause spiritual violence greatly weakened his strength.
After losing his immortality ability, he was just an ordinary master in martial arts.
Faced with the encirclement and killing by several military martial arts masters, he could only flee in embarrassment. He was almost killed by the military's secret weapon, and he led his confidants to escape in embarrassment.
Fortunately, another force came to him at this time and promised him that as long as he cooperated with this operation, it would give him some benefits after the incident was completed.
All he needed to do was to stop the corresponding master. Besides him, two other people were also invited.
Do you regret it?
Murong Li didn't know that if he hadn't agreed to those people, maybe they would have contacted other members of the Murong family.
He has no regrets. If he had to do it again, he would choose the same answer.
He closed his eyes and felt the energy floating in the air around him.
Warriors can only draw energy from food, and how much can they eat just by eating.
How can the energy contained in livestock and medicinal herbs be comparable to the endless energy in the vast world?
Since planting the immortal roots, he has opened the door to a new world.
Although his strength is far from anything in the new world, it is just an expectation, a seed. He believes that as long as he works hard, sooner or later this seed will take root and grow into a towering tree. Maybe he can too
Look at that eternal life...
Winter winter winter.
An impolite knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
"Hello, room service."
Murong Li's eyes instantly became sharp.
He told the front desk when he checked in that no room service was needed without his permission, and this hotel is not a good one. The only time to clean the room is probably when checking out...
He held the sword in his hand.
The tone was calm and there was nothing unusual about it, "Here we come."
Murong Li walked to the door and suddenly pulled out the long sword from his waist. With a harsh sword sound and a black rainbow, the long sword in his hand pierced through the door panel and hit something hard through the thin door panel.
Murong Li shouted low, and the Gang Qi adhered to the surface of the long sword. Even if the sword was made of special alloy, it would still be pierced by his sword!
Murong Li raised his brows, the door panel in front of him shattered suddenly, and a big hand penetrated the door panel and grabbed him.
He retreated violently, but the owner of the big hand was faster, and the door panel was directly smashed through.
The tall and burly body rushed forward with a brutal and domineering attitude, approaching at an even faster speed.
His sword was pressed against his chest, the blade stretched into a semicircle.
This is a famous alloy sword that he specially asked a master to smelt.
When Murong Li saw this scene, his eyes widened, he couldn't believe it. How could the human body block the sword? How is this possible?
He was slightly stunned and before he could react, his neck was pinched and his whole body was lifted up in an instant.
Murong Li's neck was pinched, and his mouth opened uncontrollably. Looking at the strange man in front of him, Murong Li was a little unwilling. He knew that he still had a trump card.
Under Chen Xing's gaze, a faint blue light glowed on his teeth, and deep in his throat, a ball of blue light emerged from nothingness to bright blue light, and gradually became clearer.
However, it went out as soon as it was half condensed.
A cloud of black smoke drifted out from the mouth~
Murong Li's neck was strangled.
Only a thin layer of skin was left in the palm of Chen Xing's big hand, but Murong Li's head hung down helplessly.
Although he didn't feel much threat, the threat this thunder gave him was not even as good as the thunder that fell from the sky to give him a bath that day.
But Chen Xing was not interested in feeling the feeling of being washed by Lei. After all, the clothes he was wearing were just ordinary clothes.
He tore off Murong Li's clothes and looked at the slightly squirming outline under the skin on his back.