The Tarim Basin is located between the Tianshan Mountains and the Kunlun Mountains, and around the Tarim Basin, around the cities, connected into a string of pearls.

Hotan City is a pendant on pearls, located in the southern part of the basin, leaning on the Kunlun Mountains.

Ye Fan galloped all the way and soon arrived in Hotan City.

Hotan City is not much different from the small inland cities, but it feels a little different, and the folk customs are different.

It is a multi-ethnic city, in addition to the Uyghurs, there are also Han, Hui, Kazakh and other ethnic groups.

Ye Fan walked on the road, looking all the way, and finally he found the Han people to ask for directions and asked about the flea market.

As a result, the man didn't know that there was no fixed flea market in Hotan City, but there was an antique market.

Ye Fan thought about it and went directly to the antique market.

Antique markets are located between the streets and alleys, and most of them sell inconspicuous things to tourists.

Ye Fan looked all the way and found a few magic weapons, but they were no longer worth buying.

Finally, in the corner at the end of the antique market, he found an old man who was napping.

The old man was very sloppy, with a big beard on his face, and he was napping with his hands, and there were some jade stones dug in the Kunlun Mountains in front of him.

The jade is not worth mentioning, but this old man made Ye Fan suspicious, and he felt that this old man was extraordinary.

He took two steps closer and frowned, and even his divine sense probed.

But what shocked him was that his divine sense probed unimpeded, as if there was no such old man in front of him.

But the old man is not a ghost, he is obviously a living person.

This can only show one problem, he completely concealed his breath, and even Ye Fan's divine sense could avoid it.

Ye Fan's heart couldn't help but tighten, he had already entered the golden pill stage, his divine sense was as powerful as the Hanhai, this old man was able to avoid it, which showed that he was far stronger than himself.

He took two steps back and nodded his head together, indicating that he had no ill intentions.

The old man was still napping, where to pay attention to Ye Fan.

The Han trafficker not far away laughed: "Little brother, what are you worshipping him for?" He's a madman, he's been crazy for decades, and he doesn't even know if you steal his jade. ”

Lunatic?

Ye Fan was a little stunned, and asked, "Where did this old gentleman come from?" ”

The Han trafficker coughed and pointed to his stall: "You buy my jewelry, and I will tell you his story, which is very mysterious." ”

This dealer is selling ancient jewelry, saying that it was dug up from the tomb of the ancient country in the Western Regions, but it is actually a fake.

But Ye Fan didn't care, threw out a stack of money, and asked him to tell the story of the old man.

The peddler immediately began to speak: "This crazy old man has no name, he used to call himself a Tarim mausoleum keeper, and no one knows what mausoleum he guards. It is rumored that he is a descendant of the ancient kingdom of Loulan, and some people say that he is a monk of the Tianshan Mountains, in short, it is very mysterious. ”

That's the end of the peddler's story.

Ye Fan suddenly felt deceived: "It's gone? ”

"No, it's not mysterious enough?" The hawker was of course, and the corners of Ye Fan's mouth twitched: "Does he have any deeds?" ”

"Well...... Tut...... "The hawker squeezed his eyebrows, and Ye Fan threw out another stack of money: "Say." ”

The peddler said mysteriously: "Someone has seen a crazy old man drinking water in the oasis before, and he drank the lake water in one gulp, which is like praising his father, this is a deed, right?" ”

The peddler joked that he himself did not believe this rumor.

But Ye Fan believed that after drinking the oasis water in one gulp, this crazy old man was extraordinary.

He walked up to the crazy old man, squatted in front of him and said, "Old man, how do you sell jade?" ”

The crazy old man twitched, opened his mouth to yawn in a daze, and smirked, "A hundred stones." ”

As soon as he spoke, his breath leaked a little, and Ye Fan's divine sense pounced, but he still pounced, as if there was really no one in front of him.

Ye Fan was shocked again, it was too strong, and he could avoid his divine sense if his breath leaked!

The crazy old man seemed to sense something, and suddenly froze, staring at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan confessed, and the crazy old man grinned: "Buy it or not?" Give you eighty dollars a piece, I think you're a good person. ”

The crazy old man is still crazy.

Ye Fan nodded, all wanted.

The crazy old man was so happy that he packed it for Ye Fan.

As a result, a jade dealer next to him who was also selling jade was not happy, and shouted loudly: "Little brother, the stones that this madman picked up in the Kashgar River were not dug in Kunlun Mountain at all, but mine, fifty yuan for you, do you want them all?" ”

The hawker was tall and big, and his voice was like beating a drum, which was very scary, and attracted half the people of the street.

The crazy old man saw that someone was robbing business, and hurriedly blocked Ye Fan: "You buy mine, mine is dug in the mountains, the best Hetian jade." ”

The crazy old man was afraid that Ye Fan would not buy him.

The tall peddler was even more upset, and ran over and kicked: "Madman, get out of here!" ”

He is mortal, but he has a lot of strength, and when he kicks him, ordinary people are estimated to break bones.

The mad old man was so frightened that he instinctively pushed his backhand, and he came first and overthrew the tall peddler.

All this happened not quickly, Ye Fan could see it clearly, and his heart was shocked.

The crazy old man pushed it just now, it seems to be out of order, but it contains the breath of real martial arts, and it is the first type of real martial arts!

The pinnacle of the Yokoyama style, there is no need for fists, a push is out, and the crazy old man can control the strength, and the control is as exquisite as a silk thread threading a needle.

Ye Fan thought that he couldn't do it, not to mention that the crazy old man was already crazy, everything was instinct for him, and the true martial arts had been integrated into his bones.

"Give the money, I'm leaving." The crazy old man shouted at this time, and stuffed a large bag of stones to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan gave him all the money, he smiled, grabbed the money and ran away.

The people on the street laughed, and they also envied the crazy old man and the foolish man. The peddler couldn't get up for a long time, and after finally getting up, the whole person was sluggish, and his body had been ravaged by the real martial energy, and he couldn't return to normal after more than ten years of cultivation.

Ye Fan didn't stop, he chased after the crazy old man, and the two of them ran and chased, and the speed was not fast.

In the end, the mad old man left the city and ran into the Gobi Desert in the north, and further north was the desert.

Ye Fan secretly followed, and the crazy old man stopped in the Gobi Desert, counted the money, and put it in his pocket.

At last he laughed like a child and walked happily into the desert.

Ye Fan continued to follow, and after he could see the sand dunes, there were no traces of human activity around.

The crazy old man jumped on the sand dune and suddenly stopped walking.

He looked around, as if he had suddenly woken up from sleepwalking.

Ye Fan looked at him from afar, and he looked back with a puzzled expression.

Ye Fan considered and spoke: "Old-timers......"

This old man seemed to wake up the crazy old man, and the crazy old man immediately jumped off the sand dune and disappeared without a trace.

Ye Fan took one step at a time, jumped onto the sand dunes, and glanced at the vast desert in front of him.

At this sight, he was shocked again, because between heaven and earth, the yellow sand covered the sky, but there was no human figure.

The mad old man had disappeared in half a second, and he was incredibly fast, and now he was probably running into the depths of the desert.

"It's so strong, he's going to kill me, I'm afraid it won't take a second. Is this the true martial arts? ”

Ye Fan praised a technique for the first time, he had never even praised Buddhism so much, and Ye Yin's killing Dao and the like couldn't even get into his eyes.

But this true martial art is really a treasure, and I am afraid it is the most powerful method under the true cultivation method.

Ye Fan bowed to the desert and left with emotion.

The mausoleum keeper has gone crazy, and he can't force it, so he can only see if there is a chance to meet again in the future.

Back in Hotan City, it was already dark.

The nightlife in Hotan City is not abundant, and there is nothing fun to do at night.

Ye Fan found a hotel to stay, and then lay down, someone knocked on the door, but it was two serious Uyghurs, looking like bodyguards.

"Mr. Ye, the Southern Xinjiang Jade League is invited, please come with us."

The two Uyghurs spoke, meticulously.

Ye Fan was surprised: "Is it the Koreans looking for me?" ”

"No, the Koreans are on our side, and the Dongying people are also there, and the three alliance leaders are invited to you extra, and they have nothing to do with the Koreans."

This is strange, what does he have to do with the Southern Xinjiang Jade Alliance?

Ye Fan still went, in the center of Hotan, in an exotic manor.

This manor is very large, and there is an auction house and a parking lot in it, which is estimated to be open during the day.

Ye Fan sensed the breath of the Koreans, Li Yiji and they did come here.

Ye Fan followed the two Uyghurs to a residence, and as soon as he entered, he saw three old men waiting silently.

The three old men were all sixty or seventy years old, and two of them were obviously not Han Chinese, they were locals, and they still had beards.

The other is a Han Chinese, with glasses, Sven and Wen, who looks like a university professor.

As soon as Ye Fan came, the three of them all looked at Ye Fan without a smile.

Ye Fan frowned, and was about to speak, when the Han man grabbed a red-headed document from the table and threw it to Ye Fan.

"The central document wants us to take care of you. The South Koreans gave 1.2 billion, the Dongying people gave 800 million, and the central government issued a document. You are the king of the eight states with such a big face, and if you go to the Tarim Basin, we will not dare to do two billion business. ”