Chen Mo doesn't know about antiques, nor does he understand the difference between good and bad, and how valuable they are.

The reason why he also concluded that the celadon bowl was fake was because he instilled the true element into the bowl, and clearly felt that there was a broken line at the bottom of the bowl and in the middle of the bowl body.

The means are very clever, and they may be able to deceive many people's eyes, but under Chen Mo's true yuan induction, there is nothing to hide, and he may not even know that his blue and white bowl is spliced.

Along the way, Chen Mo found that the scale of this antique street was larger than he imagined, with many intersections and twists and turns, but he never saw anything good that interested him, and he was a little disappointed.

Real money, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, these things that ordinary people regard as their lives are not attractive to Chen Mo, what he really wants is something that contains energy, any kind of energy can be.

I wanted to rely on my keen sense of energy to pick up the leak, but I still had a fluke.

After walking around, Chen Mo was just about to leave, but suddenly he sighed lightly, and his eyes fell on a stall not far away.

It was a very small stall, and the owner was a shrewd-looking man, and there were dozens of large and small objects on the bamboo stall in front of him.

However, what interested Chen Mo was nothing else, but a man and a woman standing in front of the stall.

The man is in the prime of life, with a strong body, sharp eyes, and the joints of his left and right hands are much thicker than those of normal people, and his eyes look around vigilantly.

The woman was only about twenty years old, wearing a white sportswear, with a delicate face, a very smart chest, and a tall figure, which was not inferior to Liu Xiaoxiao at all, and was a little more sassy than Liu Xiaoxiao.

This man and woman are in line with the father-daughter status in terms of age, but no one will think that they are a real father-daughter relationship after seeing them at first sight.

The reason why Chen Mo was curious was because he had actually caught a faint trace of true yuan flow in the man's body.

"Could it be that he is also an immortal cultivator?" Chen Mo was extremely surprised, he could meet a fellow Daoist here.

"That's not right!"

Taking a closer look, Chen Mo found the difference.

"The true element in his body is too weak, and the condensation is too poor, compared to the true element in the immortal cultivator's body, it is countless times different, it is simply the gap between heaven and earth. ”

Looking at the man's thick knuckles, his high bulging temples, and the fierceness on his body, he vaguely guessed the answer.

"Maybe that's what it's called internal force. ”

In the world where Chen Mo used to be, in addition to the immortal cultivators who could move mountains and seas and fly to the sky, there was also a kind of martial arts cultivator in the world.

It is said that those who are not qualified to step into the path of cultivating immortals, and who are unwilling to be mediocre, have explored the method from generation to generation through the incomplete method of cultivating immortals.

It can be understood as a defective product of an immortal cultivator.

Chen Mo didn't have too much in-depth understanding, he only knew that through this method, even if he cultivated to death, he was at most not much different from an immortal cultivator in the foundation building realm.

And the combat effectiveness is even more incomparable, an immortal cultivator in the foundation realm, even if he faces ten martial arts masters of the same level at the same time, it is the result of a second kill.

Because immortal cultivators are the cosmic avenues of pure aura and enlightenment, with the deepening of cultivation, they can also cast all kinds of spells, supernatural powers, magic weapons, and even use the power of heaven and earth!

How can it be compared to a martial artist who only relies on refining qi and blood to obtain true yuan, and who relies on brute force to fight!

However, the appearance of this man brought Chen Mo a hint of opportunity, since there are also martial cultivators here, there will definitely be immortal cultivators, at least they once existed.

"Uncle Liang, do you say this snuffbox is real?"

Meng Wanqing asked with a small and delicate purple snuffbox in her hand, her ten fingers slender and slender, as tender as green onions.

Liang An shook his head with a wry smile and said: "Xiaoqing, if you ask something else, maybe I can still answer one or two, but for the aspect of literary play, calligraphy and painting, I can really only stare dryly, but the things here have been selected countless times by experts from all walks of life, even if there are really good things, they may not be left until now." ”

Meng Wanqing sighed, but she never put down the snuffbox in her hand, looking left and right, obviously very fond of it.

Seeing this, the stall owner said with a smile: "What this brother said is extremely true, basically this antique street is full of fakes on the surface, specifically to fool laymen." ”

Liang An was stunned for a moment and said: "Your boss is sincere, then do you have any real objects in your hands, if so, just take it out and take a look, if you are satisfied, money is not a problem." ”

"To be honest, I really don't have any real guys in my hands, and the best object is the snuff box in this beauty's hand, which is a thing from the old glass factory in Tian'an. ”

The stall owner shook his head, changed the topic and said: "But I look at the words and deeds of the two, dressing up, presumably they are not bad owners, since this beauty likes this object so much, what is the use of the real or fake, buy it back and keep it as a souvenir." ”

"Well, that makes sense!"

Meng Wanqing thought so, and said happily: "How much is it, I bought it!"

"Two thousand!"

"WeChat received 2,000 yuan. ”

After leaving the stall, Liang An frowned and said to Meng Wanqing: "Xiaoqing, it's expensive to buy, that snuff box is worth five hundred yuan at most." ”

Meng Wanqing replied nonchalantly: "It's expensive, it's expensive, anyway, Meng Qing has money." ”

Liang An was speechless for a while.

"Xiaoqing, the first day you returned to Jiangzhou, didn't you go to see your brother?"

"No, he doesn't know how happy he is now, and I am disgusted when I see the messy women around him. ”

Meng Wanqing said disdainfully.

Liang An could only smile bitterly at this.

Although he was far away, he had often heard of the affairs of that person.

While talking, the two walked out of the antique street and came to a remote alley, from here to the parking lot, which can save a lot of time.

Liang An suddenly stopped and said coldly: "Come out, there is no one here." ”

Meng Wanqing was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that she was still thinking about how Liang An could walk such a remote section just now, it turned out that someone was following her.

"Da Da Da ......"

Footsteps sounded from behind him, and he listened without hurry, without the slightest panic of being discovered.

She couldn't help but glance back, only to see a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy behind her, with a delicate face and clear eyes.

"Uncle Liang..."

Meng Wanqing was a little surprised, she thought it would be some kind of murderer, but she didn't expect that the person who came was a little brother.

Liang An also frowned, he noticed not long ago that this young man had been staring at them openly, and thought that he was attracted by Meng Wanqing's appearance, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"What do you want to do with us!"

Meng Wanqing asked, she didn't think that a teenager who was still in high school could pose any threat to herself, let alone having a big master like Liang An by her side.

She has seen Liang An's methods with her own eyes, she once fought twenty or thirty gangsters alone, and even broke the trunk of a tree with a thick bowl mouth with one palm!

Chen Mo didn't even look at her, but stared at Liang An, and said calmly: "You—come here." ”

The tone was extremely flat, and there was a smell that could not be refused, like an order, I told you to come, and you have to come over obediently.

Liang An's face suddenly became gloomy, he followed Old Man Meng from birth to death for many years, how could he have been treated like this, even if the mayor came, he needed to have three points of respect, not to mention that he himself was from an extraordinary background.

"I don't know how thick the sky is!" Liang An said coldly, he was never a good-tempered person, and he was even more known as the 'angry lion' in private.

His heart is on fire, but he holds his own identity and doesn't want to have a battle of will with a young man.

But I didn't expect the young man to say provocatively again: "Give you three seconds." ”

"Look for death!"

Liang An snorted, couldn't hold back the anger in his heart anymore, and decided that even if he didn't use his internal strength, he would give this ignorant young man a lifelong lesson.

As soon as his body moved, the whole person rushed out, Meng Wanqing only felt a flower in front of him, and he didn't see his movements clearly, as if the movie suddenly sped up the shot.

Clenched his palms into fists, Liang An's muscles tensed on the way, like a fierce beast culling its prey, revealing its sharp fangs.

This punch is powerful and heavy, fast as lightning, and has the power that he has cultivated for many years in the martial arts, although he has not used the internal force in his body, but it is still not to be underestimated, and it has brought bursts of whirring wind.

Liang An believes that if it is hit in a real place, even a green brick will immediately break into two, and if it hits the young man, he will have to vomit three liters of blood.

It's just that what puzzled him was that from beginning to end, the young man was unusually calm, and when he saw him violently, there was no panic in his eyes, and even the corners of his mouth hung with an expression that seemed to be smiling.

Young people are fearless?

Or is it full of confidence?

Seeing that Liang An's fist was about to fall on the young man, Meng Wanqing subconsciously closed her eyes, and couldn't bear to see the scene of the young man vomiting blood.

In the face of this Liang An's almost merciless punch, Chen Mo remained unmoved, but when the fist slowly enlarged in his pupils and was about to hit his face, he lightly stretched out a finger and pointed out.

The movement is not slow or urgent, as if there is a stain on the wall and needs to be wiped with your hand.

However, it was such a careless action, but when Liang An came closer, it happened to block his fierce punch.

Liang An's heart jumped wildly, and he almost screamed, master! absolute master!

Goosebumps popped up all over his body in an instant.

On the other side, Meng Wanqing closed her eyes, but there was no imaginary scream in her ears.

There were some doubts in my heart, could it be that Uncle Liang killed the boy directly with a punch, and didn't give him time to make a sound at all?

How can this be!

Even if her Meng family is powerful, she can't be so careless about people's lives, that young man is arrogant and ridiculous, but after all, there is no big mistake first, and it is enough to teach a lesson, how can he kill him directly!

Thinking of this, Meng Wanqing opened her eyes directly, intending to see how the young man was doing, but who knew that she saw a scene that stunned her.

Liang An stood in front of the boy in a state of punching and sprinting, while the unattractive boy stretched out one finger to block Liang An's fist, and the other hand was still in his pocket.

The picture seems to be still, which seems a little weird.