[An ordinary teacup has no value. 】

[A hundred-year-old mahogany table already has a trace of spirituality, cultivated for thousands of years, and can be turned into a demon. 】

……

Sitting on a chair and waiting, Fang Zheng's eyes scanned the store.

Tables, teacups, and other items in the store, even the people who come and go, Fang Zheng also checked them from time to time.

Most of them are cultivators.

Nine grades, eight or so grades of cultivation.

In Yongdu City, you can see people with cultivation everywhere.

Jiupin is just the lowest level of immortal cultivators.

Refining and purifying the marrow, the pinnacle of most people may be the eight-grade marrow washing.

Stepping into the seventh grade, it is considered a leader.

……

After a stick of incense, the horse-faced man who had left before appeared with a cloth bag.

Fang Zheng also got up.

The horse-faced man stepped forward, placed the cloth bag on the table, and handed Fang Zheng a piece of paper with the prices of various materials on it.

"Guest, all the things you want are complete, a total of thirty-five taels and two dollars, you can give thirty-five taels."

"Thirty-five taels ......"

took the list and looked at the details of the price, Fang Zheng frowned.

The price is a bit more than expected.

All his silver taels were no more than twenty taels.

Looking at Fang Zheng frowning, the horse-faced man spoke: "Guest officer, this price is already the lowest, and the price of this store is definitely not bullied."

"Can you recycle things in your store?" After pondering for a while, Fang Zheng looked up at the horse-faced man and asked.

"Of course, we can recycle items, but they need to be valuable." The horse-faced man was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and said.

"Look at how much this is worth."

Fang Zheng took out a jade pendant from his arms and handed it to the horse-faced man.

[Hundred-year-old red jade, with a hint of spirituality, can make people feel at ease and concentrate when worn, and also has the effect of dispelling evil. 】

The information of the red jade pendant was presented in his eyes, and Fang Zheng had already seen it.

This red jade pendant is a family heirloom of the predecessor.

However, now that Fang Zheng is short of money, the family heirloom must also be sold.

Qilin True Blood is too important, if these materials are made of, if they can wear out a wisp of Wei Zhongxian's Yuan Shen will, it will not be comparable to a piece of ruby.

"Okay?"

Looking at the horse-faced man, he carefully examined the red jade pendant and spoke.

"Yes, this piece of ruby should be good, but the specific value needs to be identified by our professional appraiser, give a specific price, if the guest officer doesn't mind, can you follow downstairs?"

After carefully examining the red jade pendant, the horse-faced man looked at Fang Zheng and said.

"Okay."

"Lead the way." Fang Zheng nodded and picked up the cloth bag on the table.

The horse-faced man smiled and turned to go upstairs.

……

In the room on the second floor, Fang Zheng was waiting for the appraiser with a red jade pendant.

"Crunch~"

The door was pushed open, and a man in black clothes appeared in Fang Zheng's eyes, and behind him was the horse-faced man.

[Wu Hong, eight-grade strength, very vicious vision......]

The man in Xuanyi entered the room, the font was presented in his eyes, and after looking at the information, Fang Zheng didn't care.

Then he got up, and the horse-faced man spoke, "Guest officer, this is the appraiser of our store, Master Wu."

"Hello." Fang Zheng nodded.

Master Wu nodded coldly, and Fang Zheng didn't talk nonsense, and handed over the hundred-year-old red jade pendant to the master in front of him.

Taking the red jade pendant, Master Wu took a closer look.

As soon as the mana moved, a faint red light suddenly rose from the red jade pendant.

"This jade has been around for a hundred years, although it is just an ordinary red jade, but it has absorbed spirituality, and it is not bad."

Looking at the glowing red jade pendant, Master Wu immediately opened his mouth to say the information of the red jade pendant.

"What price do you want to offer?" Looking at Fang Zheng, Master Wu asked.

"One hundred and fifty taels of silver." Fang Zheng opened his mouth and quoted the price.

Hearing this price, Master Wu shook his head, "Young man, although this jade pendant has a trace of spirituality, it is not worth one hundred and fifty taels."

"How much does the master think is appropriate?" Fang Zheng squinted, this price, he naturally quoted a little higher.

Ruby is not a very rare jade.

If it weren't for a hundred years, there would still be a trace of spirituality, and it would be absolutely worthless.

"Eighty taels is appropriate." Master Wu opened his mouth, took a bite of the dragon slaying knife, and directly cut nearly half of the price.

"Eighty taels!" Fang Zheng's face darkened.

This price can be said to have cut the main artery.

"No, this is my family heirloom ancient jade, eighty taels is too low." Fang Zheng immediately shook his head.

Master Wu smiled and said, "Guest officer, the recycling of our store is recycled according to the market price, and this price is not low."

"Eighty taels is too low, at least one hundred and twenty taels." Orthodox opening.

"One hundred and twenty taels is not worth it, eighty-five taels." Master Wu shook his head and quoted a price again.

Fangzheng: "One hundred and ten taels!"

"Eighty-seven!"

Fang Zheng gritted his teeth: "One hundred taels!"

"Eighty-eight."

“……”

"Ninety taels, this is the highest price, if the guest officer is not satisfied, the store will not be able to recycle it." Master Wu looked at Fang Zheng and said.

"Sold." Fang Zheng nodded.

"Deal." The horse-faced man nodded and smiled.

Master Wu followed and left the room.

——

After deducting the silver taels purchased from the materials, Founder also earned fifty-five taels of silver.

Leaving the shop with the bag of materials and silver, Fang Zheng hurried towards his home impatiently.

Passing through the lively market, with a stick of incense, Fangzheng arrived at his home.

His home is not far from the location of the prison, and this house is also the result of his parents' hard work.

Although it's not big, it's okay for him to be alone now.

Go inside and light the lights.

Fang Zheng took the bag containing the materials and came to the edge of the bed.

Open the bag and carefully remove the contents one by one.

Cinnabar, realgar powder, phosphorus bone, rune paper and various special materials.

All of them were taken out, and most of the bed was spread out.

Two copies of each material are prepared.

More than a dozen materials, all Fang Zheng wants to do is a spell.

Black God Spell.

Looking at the materials on the bed, Fang Zheng got up and left the room again, walked into the kitchen, and after a while, took out a stone jar from the kitchen, a stone pestle and a bowl.

Setting it aside, Fang Zheng carefully put each material into the stone jar.

More than a dozen materials are put in.

Fang Zheng took the stone pestle and began to smash it vigorously.

……

When I pounded a stick of incense, the ingredients inside were all mashed into powder.

Colorful, with a hint of strange light, this is because of the phosphorus bones.

"Well, almost."

Looking at the powder like fine sand inside, Fang Zheng nodded with satisfaction.

Then he poured all the powder from the stone jar into the bowl.

At the same time, Fang Zheng got up, took out a sharp knife from a small cabinet in the room, and directly cut his fingers.

Blood dripped and mana worked, quickly speeding up, and soon the blood soaked the powder.

Stir it with a stick, and it will blend with the blood thoroughly.

The colorful powder had turned carbon black, and a strange smell permeated the room.

Fang Zheng moved his nose, this smell was really a little unpleasant.

Not only does it smell bad, but it is also pungent.

"Is this a sorcery?"

A thought came to mind, but soon, Fang Zheng calmed down the thought again.

It doesn't matter if he is an evil spell or not, as long as he can get rid of Wei Zhongxian's Yuan Shen consciousness.

Putting the rune paper away, Fang Zheng began to work.

His fingers were stained with the powder fused with blood, and a stinging pain came, and the mana moved slightly, enduring the stinging pain, Fang Zheng began to write on the rune paper.

Flexible fingers, plus focused lyricalism.

On the rune paper, a strange pattern is revealed.

And this is the Black God Spell.

It's like a ghost from the depths of the underworld, and it makes people shudder at a glance.

The last step falls, and the next second, the spell glows.

Fangzheng's face suddenly showed joy.

But joy had not yet swept over his body and mind, and his expression instantly froze.

"Uhhh

A red light rose, and the black god spell was instantly annihilated.

Founder: "......"