This is an enchantment, Su Yi took Zhao Xiaoqin's hand and stepped in.

The picture is broken and reorganized, and the scenery in front of him has changed greatly, with gurgling water, green maple shading, flowers, birds, fish and insects, birds and animals, a grand scene of immortals.

This is the former residence of the two ancestors of Jiantian and Soul Dance ~ Golden Courtyard. There are rules restricting people over the age of eighteen from entering, but Su Yi has already obtained control of the secret land, and it is easy to bring anyone in as easily.

Zhao Xiaoqin's eyes seemed to have two stars in them: "Son, what kind of place is this, so beautiful? The surprise you said, is it to take the old lady on a trip? ”

She jumped around the courtyard, touched the rabbits, teased the cranes, picked flower plugs, cut the bamboo and whistled, and had a lot of fun.

The things in this place are actually all mysterious and strange things, and they are originally restricted by the rules of the Soul Dance Ancestor, and they can't be touched without corresponding talents, but in order to make his mother happy, Su Yi made all these things appear as entities as soon as his mind moved.

He also walked around on the ground and picked up a few low-level strange things and put them in the space bag, after all, the current main system has a lot more talents, and he has to leave some strange things for backup.

Because of Su Yi's rebirth, his soul strength is twice that of ordinary people, so he can reproduce twenty mysteries, which is a lot, but it is still not enough for a person like him who can hunt souls for money.

Therefore, the mysteries he wants to learn must be carefully selected and carefully selected. Don't do it if it's not high-grade, and don't want it if it doesn't have practical value.

Because when fighting, the final power of the move is obtained by adding the arcane grade and the battle qi level. If the arcane grade is too low, it will drag the battle qi cultivation to the back leg, just like his vine technique is only level 2, and now he is becoming more and more unable to keep up with the situation. When fighting, it can only play the role of harassing and blocking the enemy, and has no actual killing power.

After a while, Zhao Xiaoqin was tired of shopping, so Su Yi invited her to the inner room and let her drink a cup of spiritual drink. He also took her to visit the ancient treasured ingredients piled up like a hill, as well as the dazzling array of rare weapons in the Sword Pavilion, as well as the countless ancient precious materials in the library.

"Mother, tell you the truth. Today is not to take you on a tour, my son is the owner of this place, and this will be our home in the future. The reason I'm here is to ask for a favor and help me with the collection here. As you can see, they are all good things that should be worth a lot of money, and my son has been running out of money lately. ”

Su Yi also knew that she had some channels after getting along with her mother during this time, just like she could catch the line of death and issue a mission to hunt down Bing Wuling. A master-level martial artist, his connections are much stronger than that of him, a stunned young man.

The collection of the Golden Courtyard is all ancient and rare things, and if you take them out to people who don't know the goods, you may only think that they are good things, but you can't see the historical value contained in them. But in the eyes of insiders, each of these items can be called priceless, so it is necessary to find good sales channels.

Hearing his son say that he was the owner of this place and wanted to sell the precious cultural relics here, Zhao Xiaoqin suddenly laughed, "Hahaha, son, you are so humorous." ”

Her jade hand rubbed a pitch-black axe, and read the mark posted on the weapon rack: "This is the weapon of the leader of the human race, the axe king Yan Kun during the Great War of the Ancient Demons, weighing eighty-eight catties, seven taels and six points, the axe blade is personally opened by the weapon master Wu Wushu, and the axe handle is smelted from the extraterrestrial meteorite mixed with the hardest metals in the eighteen Yuan Qi continents......"

"Hehe, the weapon of the Ancient Axe, how can this be true. The more Zhao Xiaoqin reads, the more she wants to laugh.

Yan Kun, the Axe Monarch, is a well-known being on the Genki Continent, who died countless years ago to resist the attack of Arakawa. His black axe was a mouth-watering artifact back then, and after countless years of historical accumulation, if it is discovered today, it will be the treasure of the treasure, the most important weapon of the country, and its value is immeasurable.

"Yo Yo, don't say these fakes are quite realistic. Zhao Xiaoqin continued to look as she walked: "The seven-star phoenix tail whip of the Ancient Golden Whip Empress, the God Destroying Mirror made by the eyes of the Ancient Dao Beast Demon Eye Tyrant, the Ancient ......"

"Hahaha. Zhao Xiaoqin smiled from ear to ear: "Son, don't say that these things are real, even if they are all fake, if our family can have them, I can wake up laughing in my dreams." ”

The objects in the entire collection have a history, and each piece is a treasure. And in the hand, the texture, weight, and appearance are not half a point from the historical record, even if these are fakes, they are fakes that are really made with heart, and there will be people who like to pretend to collect them. Selling for a good price is not a problem.

"All right, son. Mom is tired after a day of shopping, let's go back. Zhao Xiaoqin suddenly opened her arms and hugged Su Yi: "Yi'er's heart mother has received it, thank you." ”

Seeing that his mother didn't believe him, Su Yi was full of helplessness and struggled to break free from Zhao Xiaoqin's fragrant embrace.

He suddenly picked up a black long stick from the Tibetan rack, and then pulled out his own green sword.

Zheng!

Su Yi didn't say a word, and slashed at the stick with a sword. Hearing only a crisp sound, the black long stick suddenly broke in two.

"Son, you!" Zhao Xiaoqin was shocked, now their family is poor jingling, although this stick is a fake of an ancient weapon, it is also worth a lot of money.

What can I do if my son destroys it at will like this, and the owner of the collection knows about it?

Su Yi was still speechless, and took out the second sword, the Golden Dragon Sword, holding the dual swords in both hands, the golden dragon and the green dragon, intertwined into pieces of sword shadows, and slashed at the weapon rack next to him.

"Son, don't stop yet!" Zhao Xiaoqin's face turned white.

Is Su Yi crazy? With such a huge collection, it must not be an ordinary small force that destroys other people's things like this. Someone else sued the lord of Yunyang with a complaint, wouldn't he make his mother and his wife unable to afford to sell blood?

Although I don't have any good things at home now, at least I don't have to go into debt. But if Su Yi cuts it down again, how will he live in the future?

"Mother, I repeat. Everything here belongs to your son Su Yi, I am selling, throwing, or chopping, and no one cares. Do you believe it now?" Su Yi stopped the double sword in his hand and asked his mother.

Although the sword dance formation he had just now was large, it was not a random slash, and he only destroyed a few monarch-level collections, such as the king-level and emperor-level collections, which did not move. In fact, with the sharpness of the weapon in his hand, it is still risky to cut high-end collections. After all, the sword of the Sword Heaven Patriarch is only an emperor-level item, and it is easy to curl the blade and collapse when slashing weapons of the same level.

"Yes. Zhao Xiaoqin picked up the wreckage of the weapon that had been cut into a mess by Su Yi, and her eyes were straight.

If your sister doesn't have her own thing, it's so wasted, and the owner of the thing doesn't want his life.

If Zhao Xiaoqin no longer believes that Su Yi is the master here, she feels that she will faint immediately, this is the rhythm of being in debt.