Chapter 92: False Eightfold Jack Drop and Three Fishing Rods

In addition to the antique market, the riverside is also the removal of the citizens who often fish and barbecue, and in addition to the stalls in the antique market, there are also some merchants who cannot afford to rent fixed stalls in the periphery, and take out the things to set up stalls.

The two strolled around casually, and soon Yang Jiang was attracted by an old man's stall.

It was a square bronze object, which was not conspicuous on the old man's stall, but Yang Jiang had a very familiar feeling.

"Brother, what's so nice about this? Walk with me to the mall. ”

Yang Hongyi naturally noticed that Yang Jiang's eyes were always on that thing, and he hugged Yang Jiang's arm, and Yang Hongyi was about to pull him away.

But Yang Jiang waved his hand and walked to the old man's stall, it was strange that the old man went out to do business, there was no one in the stall, and he was not in a hurry at all, but leisurely took the big smoking pot in his hand and smoked it, his eyes kept glancing at the passers-by, as if it didn't matter if anyone came to buy his things.

Yang Jiang was about to reach out to get the bronze box, but a young man behind him quickly overtook him, and the young man actually picked up the bronze square box directly.

"Old man, how do you sell this thing?"

The young man took it in his hand and tossed it upside down, his face a little disdainful.

The old man gave him a blank look, took a puff of his cigarette, and said slowly.

"Not for sale."

When the young man heard this, his face couldn't help but be a little surprised, and he smiled.

"Old man, did I hear it wrong or did you say it wrong? You came here to set up a stall and not sell anything, did you come to fish and see the scenery? ”

The old man smiled, revealing a mouthful of smoky yellow and blackened teeth.

"You're right, I'm here to fish, old man."

As he spoke, he pointed to the fence on Binjiang Road with his cigarette stick, and saw a row of more than a dozen fishing rods placed on it.

The corners of the young man's mouth twitched, he didn't expect that there was such a strange person, but he didn't seem to intend to give up, pinched the bronze square box in his hand, and said.

"Old man, I have taken a fancy to this thing, whether you are here to sell it or not, I have to take it away."

So saying, the young man threw down a stack of bills of about three thousand dollars, took the bronze box and was about to leave.

The old man was not in a hurry, took out a fishing rod made of bamboo from the canvas bag where the fishing rod was placed beside him, shook it lightly in his hand, and saw that the transparent fishing line wrapped around the fishing rod actually flew directly towards the young man.

The young man reacted immediately, and he didn't know when he had an extra right-angle ruler in his hand, and he saw the fishing line and cut it over.

But what he didn't expect was that instead of being cut, the fishing line was wound towards the young man at a right angle.

The thin fishing line is quickly circled around the youth, and it has not been long before the youth has been wound into a large meat dumpling with a fishing line.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jiang couldn't help but be surprised, because he found that both this young man and that old man actually used Lu Banmen's combat skills.

And the young man's hand of the ruler is the Luban door in many people like to use the magic instrument, but also the Luban master invented to measure the instrument, it is said that the real ruler can measure the mountains and rivers, is an excellent magic weapon.

And the fishing rod in the old man's hand is not small, originally Yang Jiang has not seen any clues, but when the fishing line completely winds the young man and reveals the straight hook, he knows that this old man is also a master of Lubanmen, and his strength is very good.

In addition to Master Lu Ban, there is also a more important god, that is, Jiang Taigong, who once held a whip to help Zhou destroy Shang, and Jiang Taigong's deeds of fishing King Wen with a straight hook are even more widely spread, Yang Jiang didn't expect that there are still people who can use Jiang Taigong's spell now.

"You, you are Tian Buliang's senior!"

The young man soon discovered that the old man was actually using Jiang Taigong's method, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

"Senior, the little one has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, so you can let the little one go."

The young people hurriedly begged for a detour, knowing that Tian Buliang was a representative of the Jinguanmen who sent him to the Yukui Hall to observe the rally and the competition this time, and his status in the Jinguanmen was not lower than that of the master of the sect, and he was the Taishang elder of the Jinguanmen, and his strength was said to be one of the most powerful people in the eight sects.

Tian Buliang sneered, pulled the fishing rod in his hand violently, and the young man on the ground immediately spun like a rolling top, and what surprised Yang Jiang and Yang Hongyi even more was that Tian Buliang's straight hook was finally inserted into the gap in the lid of the bronze square box, and finally the bronze square box was directly fished back.

"Tarzan? Boy, you compare me to Tarzan, and you look down on me too much, get out. ”

The young man was a little dizzy and staggered by the whirling force, but he did not dare to stay for a moment, and ran into the crowd and disappeared.

Yang Jiang was surprised in his heart, this Tian Buliang is too arrogant, Taishan is so respected in the famous mountains of the country, and ranks first among the five mountains, using this mountain to describe him is obviously very in line with his identity, but this old man said that he used Mount Tai to describe him, and he actually looked down on him.

Yang Jiang had no intention of using the bronze square box at this time, the young man just now had good strength, wasn't he also subdued by the old man's direct hook fishing? He didn't want to be tied up into a big meat dumpling by Tian Buliang.

Just when Yang Jiang was about to turn around and leave, Tian Buliang behind him suddenly screamed in surprise, Yang Jiang just turned around, but unexpectedly, Tian Buliang ran towards the river quickly, and when he passed him, Yang Jiang clearly felt that the old man was looking at him.

Yang Jiang was puzzled, and subconsciously walked in the direction of Tian Buliang.

Yang Hongyi pulled Yang Jiang's sleeve with some concern, Yang Jiang gently patted the back of her hand to comfort, and he continued to walk towards Tian Buliang.

When he came to Tian Buliang's side, Yang Jiang saw him excitedly grab a fishing rod, and he pulled it up suddenly, and suddenly the fishing line came up quickly because of inertia, just when Yang Jiang was surprised by Tian Buliang's amazing arm strength, he saw a fish of more than half a catty falling from the sky, and the old man stretched out his hand to grasp the slippery fish steadily.

Looking at this fish, Tian Buliang was so excited that he danced with his hands, where was there still the posture and majesty of the elder of the Jinguanmen, and he shouted vigorously.

"Hooked, hooked."

Saying that he threw the fish into the fish basket on the side, Yang Jiang shook his head, thinking that he had thought too much, and turned around to leave, but a fishing line was wrapped around his feet when he turned to leave, and looked back at Tian Buliang, at this time the old man was looking at him with a smile.

"Senior, I don't know what this means?"

Tian Buliang smiled and said.

"Little one, you also want to beat me up for this bronze ink fountain idea?"

Yang Jiang nodded, it seems that his thoughts have already been seen through by Tian Buliang, so it is better to say it directly.

Tian Buliang didn't expect Yang Jiang to be so straightforward, nodded and said.

"Please go and help me bring the bronze ink fountain from the stall."

Yang Jiang is helpless, he is now controlled by others, and there is no way to take it, fortunately, Tian Buliang's fishing line is long enough, otherwise he really doesn't know what to do.