After Fang Yong listened to the words of the middle-aged man who set up the stall, he casually put the iron rod in its original position, and picked up a jade wrench from the stall and slowly played with it in his hand.

The middle-aged man felt that Fang Yong seemed to like the wrench very much, his eyes purred, and he once again valued this jade artifact in his heart.

After Fang Yong played with the jade wrench for a while, Fang Yong spoke again: "How much is this wrench?" ”

"I see that you also like this wrench, let's not have anything to do, eight thousand yuan, how do you think, if you agree, you can take it!" The middle-aged man looked at Fang Yong and said very seriously.

"Eight thousand, it's a bit expensive!" Fang Yong shook his head and said.

"I said brother, eight thousand is too much, this is an authentic Ming Dynasty treasure, if you bid in the auction house, it will cost at least thirty or forty thousand." The middle-aged man said with some exaggerated movements.

Fang Yong smiled and said, "Then why don't you send it to the auction house!" ”

Then Fang Yong put his wrench on his nose and sniffed it, and said in a low voice: "It seems that there is still a smell of earth." ”

The middle-aged man looked left and right imperceptibly, smiled and whispered: "These are all black goods taken from friends, who dares to take them to auction." How's that, eight thousand! You bought it for absolute value! ”

Of course, Fang Yong's interest was not in this jade wrench, he was playing with the jade wrench in his hand, and he picked out a few things from the middle-aged man's stall.

In fact, Fang Yong had already discovered the treasures on this stall that had just been unearthed not long ago. However, now that Fang Yong's vision is high, he doesn't have a fancy for these ordinary collectibles.

After Fang Yong had almost looked at everything in his stall, he shook his head and stood up, pretending to be leaving.

The middle-aged man looked a little disappointed when he saw that Fang Yong was leaving, but he still said, "Brother, you can't look down on these things?" ”

Fang Yong sighed and said, "Alas! How so? I've got a few of you here. But the price you ask for is a bit high, and I can't accept it. ”

"That brother, if you want those pieces, I'll give you a friendly price, which will definitely satisfy you!" Seeing that Fang Yong was just calculating the price, the middle-aged man had a consideration in his heart.

"Nacheng, you see how much these four pieces cost in total, if it is appropriate, I will buy it." Fang Yong took the jade wrench, a carved paperweight, a Qing Dynasty pocket watch, and the iron rod he had picked up at the beginning.

The middle-aged man carefully looked at the four treasures selected by Fang Yong, and the abacus in his heart crackled. In the end, the middle-aged man seemed to have made a lot of determination and said, "Twenty-eight thousand! If it's less, then you can look elsewhere! ”

"Deal! Twenty-eight thousand, let's send it, auspicious number! Fang Yong smiled slightly.

Seeing Fang Yong agreeing so happily, the middle-aged man was also relieved, and Fang Yong said enthusiastically: "Brother is refreshing enough, I'll put it up for you." ”

After paying, Fang Yong left the stall with the four treasures he bought. Before leaving, Fang Yong cast a small spell on this middle-aged man. He couldn't remember who he had just sold it to.

After finding a secluded place, Fang Yong received these treasures in the storage space, hailed a taxi and went straight to his home.

As soon as he returned home, Fang Yong said hello to Zhang Yuting and the others. I couldn't wait to come to the practice room and take out the rusty iron rod.

This iron rod is only a little two feet long, and it is heavy to start, which is not commensurate with the weight of its appearance. I don't know what material it's made of. But on the surface, it seems to be an ordinary iron rod, and there is nothing unusual about it. It's rusty, as if it was picked up from some deserted construction site, and it's very inconspicuous.

Unfolded his divine sense and leaned into the iron rod again, but the result was still the same as in front of the middle-aged man's stall, and a unique power of the stick was preventing Fang Yong's exploration.

Fang Yong took out a sharp alloy dagger from the storage space and scraped it against the rust spots on the iron rod.

After a shrill sound of metal grinding, there was not much to scrape off the rust on the iron rods. Looking back, when Fang Yong looked at the dagger in his hand again, the blade on the dagger had actually been sharpened off a bit.

What kind of material is this stick made of? It was able to destroy the dagger specially built by the Marines.

Repeatedly held the iron rod and looked at it, but could not find any clues. The more this was the case, the more Fang Yong felt that this iron rod was not ordinary, which aroused Fang Yong's curiosity even more.

Are you stumped by this iron rod? Fang Yong doesn't believe this!

At this time, Fang Yong had a whim. Holding the iron rod with both hands, the spiritual power in the body flowed, focusing the spiritual energy on the arm, and twisting it hard to see what the mystery of the iron rod was.

But when Fang Yong twisted it hard, a needle-prick pain came from the palm of his left hand. Fang Yong hurriedly relaxed, spread out the palm of his left hand and took a look.

Hiss! The palm of his hand was actually punctured by the rust burrs on the iron rod, and a trace of blood flowed out and stuck to the iron bar.

His grandma drips! It's infuriating!

You must know that since Fang Yong's cultivation reached innate, he had never been cut by a sharp blade again, but now the burrs on this inconspicuous iron rod actually pierced the palm of his hand.

Just as Fang Yong was about to treat the wound, he suddenly found that the blood oozing from the palm of his hand had gradually penetrated into the iron rod.

Fang Yong sighed in surprise, and heard a series of sounds coming from the iron rod, and then all the rust stains on the iron rod fell off, revealing the purple and black shiny luster inside, and there was a layer of mysterious patterns on the iron rod, which was very beautiful. In the middle of the baton, there is a silver dividing line that divides the baton into two parts.

Could this short stick be able to separate?

As soon as this thought came to mind, a stream of information poured into Fang Yong's divine consciousness from the short stick.

Qiankun Purple Abyss Stick!

Then, a human figure appeared in the stick, sitting cross-legged in the space inside the stick, holding the short stick in his hand, as if he was cultivating or sleeping.

Machine Spirit!

Fang Yong is no stranger to machine spirits. The Ruifeng Ding obtained in the Purple Moon Sect was pregnant with a machine spirit, although it was just beginning to open its mind, but it had his existence, which raised the alchemy effect of Ruifeng Ding by several levels.

Fang Yong tried to use his divine sense to communicate with the human figure in the stick, but at this time, the inexplicable force that had previously hindered the detection of consciousness had disappeared.

The moment the divine consciousness made contact with the humanoid, the humanoid phantom suddenly opened its eyes, as if it had just woken up, and it was still a little confused. The phantom stretched out very humanely, and quickly became energetic.

It's amazing! (To be continued......)

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