Chapter 612: The Holy Son of the Big Dipper from ancient times to the present. No one can specifically calculate how many years have passed, the psychic treasures left over from that period have also decayed into soil, nothing can withstand the erosion of the years, it will strip away everything, and even the great sage of Zhan Tian and other people with extraordinary economic prosperity have disappeared in the vast river of history, and they can't escape the wear and tear of the years.

"This is really from the ancient battlefield"

The little fat man's face flushed, his eyes were a little red, and he argued hard.

"I bought it!"

The purple pupils slowly precipitated, the corners of Feng Hao's mouth had a vague smile, and the light voice was tantamount to the sound of heaven in the ears of the little fat man, and suddenly, one of his fat faces wrinkled into a heap, with a flattering smile, and said to Feng Hao complimentally, "This distinguished guest still has a vision and a discerning eye for gold!"

"Feng Hao, are you crazy? 340,000 Wu Jing just bought such a lump!"

Yan Qing's big eyes widened, and she exclaimed in amazement.

"Huh!"

Feng Hao chuckled, his eyes blinked slightly, he turned his hand, he took out a ring and handed it to the little fat man on the side, "You count it." ”

"Okay!"

The little fat man's fat face was like a chrysanthemum blooming, he took the ring with a smile, and after counting it, he said enthusiastically, "Wu Jing is enough, this ancient tree root is yours!"

Feng Hao didn't say much, he put the pimple the size of a basin into the ring with one hand, and walked out of the shop with Yan Qing and the others under the thousand thanks of the little fat man.

"Is this lump of trees also some kind of strange treasure?"

As soon as she got out of the shop, Yan Qing asked a little hurriedly.

"Hehe, this is no ordinary lump, this is left over from ancient times. ”

The corners of Feng Hao's mouth curled, and he said the original words of the little fat man.

"Do you really believe that profiteer?"

Yan Qing jumped to his feet a little angrily and said, "No, let's go back and return it now, a tree lump actually sells for 340,000 Wu Jing, he thinks this thing is really a treasure?"

"Xiaoqing. ”

Xue Yan stretched out her hand to hold her and explained with a soft smile, "This tree pimple is a strange treasure. ”

"What?"

Yan Qing was stunned.

"This lump is a remnant of ancient times. ”

Feng Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curved into a beautiful arc.

Left over from ancient times, even ordinary psychic treasures have been directly turned into dirt, a lump of trees, but it can still remain as it is, resisting the erosion of time, which already speaks for itself.

Of course, this is also a reminder from Xiaoqiuqiu, Feng Hao will carefully observe the age of existence of this pimple, under the gaze of the purple pupil, he noticed the faint ancient rhyme that swirled on the pimple, and saw the long years

Some of the ancient treasures that have been left behind and can still maintain their shape are already worth hundreds of thousands of martial arts, and the value of the tree lumps that can survive will definitely be above these strange treasures, and I am afraid that there is another mystery!

"This"

After Feng Hao's reminder, Yan Qing suddenly woke up, her pupils dilated slightly, and a touch of incredible surprise flashed.

"Don't you think it's more like a piece of wool than a lump?"

Feng Hao said meaningfully, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even stronger.

On this lump, he felt the same aura as the piece of wool that Master Sean had chosen in the last phase stone competition

"I'll go back and show you later. ”

Feng Hao was almost certain that there was definitely a piece of building wood within this lump, otherwise, it would not have survived from ancient times!

"Giggles!"

Yan Qing smiled happily, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and her pure and touching smile was shocking, "I just know that Feng Hao, you won't let me down!"

Then, at the instigation of Yan Qing, Feng Hao visited more than a dozen shops, but he didn't gain anything.

"If you break through the heaven level, maybe the effect will be different"

The ground-level peak pupil technique, this is already very good, but if you want to penetrate the special meaning of some exotic treasures, this is still a lot worse.

"Shall you go back?"

Yan Qing was a little impatient to know what was inside the tree lump in the Dao Dao.

"Wait, we still have an important place to go"

Feng Hao smiled mysteriously.

In the handwriting given by Qingwu, he knew that when he came to the ancient city of Beipi, he had to go to a place, and that was the real place of Taobao

Taobao Plaza!

There is everything here, it is some Taobao people from the ancient battlefield, or the ancient tombs to dig out, of course, the imitation still exists, but within these fakes, there are all kinds of ancient treasures, back then, the fragments of the emperor's soldiers, is from this Taobao square!

"Come and see, the authentic ancient spirit treasure is only sold for 30,000 martial crystals"

"The spirits of the Far Wilderness are all from the ancient tombs of ancient saints"

As soon as they came to Taobao Plaza, the noise was overwhelming, and several people who were shocked were a little dazed, and it took a little to recover.

The square in front of me is the size of three football fields, and all kinds of stalls are messily placed on the scene, some are aura, some are rotten and dull, some are rusty, and some are dazzling

What's more, there are also dazzling alien crystals, either in exchange for different attributes, or directly in exchange for martial crystals

The people on the scene are also brightly dressed, all heroic, proud, and not simple people at first glance.

After all, people who can take out tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands at will must have a big thing behind them, and similarly, they have fatal shortcomings

"This son, I don't see that you are a simple character, come and see, my strange treasure is prepared for you, don't you think you are the owner of this ancient treasure?"

"Oh my God, this young lady, when you passed by just now, my strange treasure shook by itself, I think it should be the fairy rhyme on your body that affected it"

Looking at the guys who bought useless sky-high counterfeits one by one under the compliment of the merchants, Feng Hao was a little speechless.

What else can they not do for the sake of face?

While they were scanning the audience, a heroic man dressed in a flowing color robe, surrounded by a crowd of people, came to the edge of the square.

Purple clothes fluttering, quiet as the bright moon, his temperament is beyond the world, like the holy spirit who came from the ancient times, there seems to be an endless halo around his body, invisibly rippling with a shocking charm, people can't help but want to worship.

"Oh my God, it's the Holy Son of the Beidou Holy Land!"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed.