Around three o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhang Feng came to the west of the city where the temple fair was located.

Wait to come here.

Zhang Feng was not in a hurry to find a house, but walked around the place where the assembly would be held tomorrow to observe the environment.

Roughly speaking, it is a dirt road about a kilometer long, similar to a suburban road.

There are also some people nearby who come to set up stalls.

Zhang Feng walked to the stall and looked at it, it was all white items, forget it.

Anyway, I've seen the terrain, so let's look for a house first.

It's just that it's too hot.

Zhang Feng didn't walk long on Chengxi Street before he stood at the entrance of the commissary on the street.

Next to the shop, there are two children, one older and one younger, who are wrestling trump cards.

Except that it will be too hot at half past three in the afternoon, and there will be no one on the road.

"Have a bottle of soda." Zhang Feng glanced at the goods inside and asked the boss to take a bottle of chilled pineapple soda.

'Gollum'

Standing in the shade of the commissary, Zhang Feng took a few sips, exhaled a long breath, and pursed his lips.

And then the wind blowing.

Touching the money in the small baggage, it is really comfortable on a hot day.

"It's windy, it doesn't count!"

Hearing the shout, Zhang Feng sipped the soda and looked at the two children next to him.

One of the students, who looked to be seven or eight years old, was pointing to his overturned trump card and said, "It was windy just now, it doesn't count!" ”

"Who's to say it doesn't count?" The eldest child, who is about ten years old, put away the student's trump card in a slippery way.

"The wind blows and the natural disaster is dead, and you deserve it!"

"You're playing badly!" The student roared angrily and clenched his fists, but when he looked at the eldest child who was a head taller than him, he finally suppressed his anger and turned away, "I won't play with you anymore!" ”

The eldest child hugged his arms and looked at the back of the student leaving, "Humph! ”

He felt like he was in a good mood.

Of course, ignore the 'Pikachu tattoo' on the back of his hand first.

Zhang Feng drank the soda, looked at the angry child, and looked at the tattoo on his hand.

Take a look.

Zhang Feng has an impression of this.

There's this bubble gum in the shop behind me.

When you take it apart, there are all kinds of Pokemon tattoo stickers inside.

But let's be honest, it's best to buy the big bubble gum in the first three dollar round box this year, because there are some small toys in it.

It's the kind of leather cushion that jumps up when you press it, and there are some cartoon villains, and some dinosaur puzzles.

Dinosaur puzzle card is also the most fun, you can deduct the card from the plastic card to spell out a good-looking little dinosaur model.

But if you specialize in playing dinosaur assembly cards, it is best to buy Xiaolinglong instant noodles.

A bag of five cents is cheaper than a three-dollar box of bubble gum.

It's just not a coincidence.

In my previous life, I couldn't seem to buy it.

This is the only time it is common.

Zhang Feng put the soda bottle at the window, looked at the various snacks in the store that only existed in vague memories, and pointed to the crispy noodles inside.

"Boss.."

..

The next morning.

Seven.

Zhang Feng woke up from a hotel and cleaned up a little.

In order not to lose anything, he carried his small treasury baggage and walked in the direction of the market.

This morning is also cool.

There are also many pedestrians on the road.

Just wait until today to come back here.

It's different from yesterday's desertion.

A mile away from the bazaar, there are various vendors setting up their stalls.

A little farther away on the side of the road, there are also a lot of cars parked, both low and high-end.

"Boss.."

With the shouting, there were many people lining up in front of all the hawker stalls at the entrance of the market to buy food.

Egg cakes, stinky tofu, pancakes, shortbreads, strings of incense.

Smelling the fragrance, I saw the fragrance of others eating.

Zhang Feng also walked to a stall.

Less.

I bought three egg scones for a total of three dollars.

Zhang Feng was eating as he walked towards the market.

"How do you sell this thing.."

"Hey, can I sell you a fake?"

"Gentlemen, come and take a look."

Waiting for the bazaar, the sound of conversation is endless, and there are people everywhere.

There are stalls on both sides of the road.

Some stalls still have a small lane, and then extend out, and there are still stalls outside.

After Zhang Feng finished eating an egg cake, he also looked at the stalls next to him, there were stalls nearby.

But the things sold at these stalls are also a bit miscellaneous.

On the west side is the clothes of the big sale.

There are also three pairs of socks and big pants wholesale for one dollar next to it.

Further back, there are many people gathering, and there is a 'guess of melon seeds' betting.

The right side is even more desperate, I don't know what's going on, two people quarreled.

The people who watched the excitement consciously surrounded the city in a circle and surrounded the two of them.

Zhang Feng took a few steps closer and looked towards the center.

It's just that when I was about to see the two fighting, a few people who were not suitable to fight came next to them.

At the same time, the two of them scolded a few words each and left.

"Hi~" The crowd of people watching the excitement also dispersed.

And when Zhang Feng finished eating the second egg cake and was about to start sweeping, he saw an interesting person opposite.

This person is strong and strong, more than 1.8 meters tall, combs a small back, puts on some mousse, and looks fashionable.

But his walking posture is a little unnatural compared to ordinary people.

Because when he walked, the fluctuation between his body and his shoulders was very small, and his center of gravity shifted backwards, and he seemed to be very light.

And the foothold of the two feet, as if measured, each step is such a long distance that it is difficult to see any difference with the naked eye.

When Zhang Feng passed by him, he felt affirmation in his heart.

This is a martial artist who practices boxing even in ordinary walking.

As for what shelf he carried.

Zhang Feng guessed that it should be a tiger-shaped.

Either it was the horizontal steps of Tai Chi, but he let him improve some of his own, playing while walking.

It seems that there are really some people in this assembly who are really capable.

Zhang Feng finally looked at his back, and didn't go up to practice with him, asking what kind of stake it was.

The most important thing now is to take advantage of the small number of people in the assembly to first loot a wave of good things that may exist on these stalls.

Keep going inside.

Passing by a street of clothes, further on, there are some antiques sold.

When Zhang Feng saw it, he remembered that there was a joke in the antique industry.

The oldest object in the antique market is the old man who set up the stall.

But didn't walk a few stalls.

Zhang Feng set his sights on a one-person stall, and the stall on his stall was also antiques.

However, one of the short swords emitted a cyan light.

Zhang Feng stepped forward, and with the permission of the middle-aged, he played with the little short sword without a scabbard.

Get up close.

The sword is about a foot long, with two blades and a bronze hilt.

'Item: Gladius'

Type: Weapon

'Quality: 1st Order, Cyan'

Zhang Feng was happy when he saw the introduction.

Sure enough, it's a second-order world, and it's cyan when it comes up!

Zhang Feng thought about it, and didn't ink, and looked directly at the stall owner,

"How do you sell it?"

The stall owner stretched out two fingers and compared a number, "That's it, it can't be missing." This is something that my grandparents have passed down from their generation. If it weren't for .."

The stall owner said that all kinds of bizarre experiences were traced back to Daqin thousands of years ago.

It seems that this sword is used by Jing Ke!

Zhang Feng listened, and then looked at the two fingers he gestured.

Listening to him selling goods so attentively, can't he be 20,000? Two hundred thousand?

Although I was a little prepared in my heart, I still felt a little expensive when I saw this number.

The stall owner didn't care what Zhang Feng thought, but asked tentatively,

"I said, how about two hundred?"

Zhang Feng directly took out two from his pocket, "The money is optimistic." ”

'It's going to be cheaper..' When the stall owner saw Zhang Feng so neat, he suddenly came back to his senses and knew that his price was too low.

But the words were all out, so I could only take the money, look at the truth a few times, and say with some pain,

"It's the boss.."

This sword was picked up by his son when he was a child, and he didn't know where it came from.

Usually it is used to dig firewood from the stove.

Zhang Feng didn't know this, but asked the stall owner for a rag, wrapped the short sword, and put it in the small baggage.

Go ahead.

Zhang Feng looked at some antiques from time to time, and continued to sweep forward.

Coming up to a good object is the beginning of a good omen.

At the same time not far away.

A stall owner saw Zhang Feng glance like this and changed the appearance of a stall, which was interesting.

How can you look at antiques like this?

But when Zhang Fengzhen came, he bent down slightly, looking at his things, looking like he had carefully selected, but he was very sure that it was not a good object.

But he muttered in his heart,

'Gone of the eye.' This man looks like a connoisseur with a fiery eye... The last time I met this kind of person was six years ago, when the "Eight Pounds" group of warlocks who walked away... Those people really do everything... Good things in hand..'

The stall owner thought to himself, his face was indifferent, and he didn't bother to introduce his items anymore.

Zhang Feng glanced twice at his stall, it was all white, and he was about to leave.

When the stall owner saw that Zhang Feng was about to leave without even asking, he was even more sure of his guess.

This guest is a connoisseur.

Because these objects are all things from the tomb, and the 'little age' is there, and it can be completely fake and real.

That is, half of it is worthless, and half of it can ask for a price, depending on whether the guest will be fooled.

Even if a master comes over, wants to buy it, and takes a serious look, he has to ask a question, listen to the story, and solve the cravings in his heart.

It's just that this guest watched it so carefully, and he didn't be fooled, and he didn't ask, and he said, 'I knew that this was all new for two or three hundred years'.

That's definitely a bit of a pedagogy.

Fortunately, I didn't open my mouth just now, otherwise I would be ashamed.

"It's probably not something you can see."

The stall owner really admires it, and he also wants to talk to a capable person like Zhang Feng and get to know him.

"How do you know if you don't see." Zhang Feng didn't know what the stall owner was thinking, but replied casually, ready to turn forward.

But that's also the time.

A young man walked up to him.

He saw Zhang Feng talking to the stall owner, so he secretly glanced at Zhang Feng's small baggage, thought for a few breaths, and leaned to the right.

In the moment when the two of them were wrong.

His shoulders were slightly back, and his hand stretched out into the small burden on Zhang Feng's waist.

But before the palm of his hand could touch the burden, he found that his hand was suddenly grabbed by Zhang Feng.

'I've met a master..' This thought just flashed through his mind, and he wanted to pull his hand away, but he couldn't move, and it was like he was being caught in iron pliers, and his fingers were about to be broken!

Zhang Feng turned around and looked at him,

"What about playing this for me? Want to settle for my money?

Do you know what I do? ”