I'm going to stir up this round of martial arts directly, so that everyone doesn't want to pick up the leaks.

There is only one result of the burning of jade.

This round of scrapping, starting all over again.

"It's too low. I bought more than fifteen. It's still a rare book."

The tightly wrapped stall owner sat curled up on a plastic chair and shook his feet: "You have to add more."

After a long and torturous wait, we successfully entered the most exciting part of picking up the leaks.

Next, there is the tug-of-war between buyers and sellers.

"You say a price."

"You can buy it with peace of mind, you make an offer."

"You're the boss, and you're honest in selling you."

"Give fifty and take it. Shut down your business."

"Too high. I'll give twenty-five at most."

"That's not going to work. You have to let me earn two or more, and it's not easy for me to get out of the stall on such a cold day."

I took out the money and put it on the stall and whispered, "It's thirty-eight." You look at it. It's okay for me to take it all, leave me two steamed bun money, and I thank you too."

The stall owner slowly pulled down his snow hat and looked at me, heyed, bent down to pick up thirty-five yuan, and returned me three yuan.

The deal is complete!

Successfully won the lonely book of thousands of years at the end of the Ming Dynasty!

Estimated value of 120,000. Capital 35. Profit 3428 times.

With this unique book, you can directly enter the top ten!

But, that's not enough!

Far from enough!

Far from it!

took the stall owner's plastic bag and got up quickly, stuffed the tens of millions of eyes into the cuffs of the down jacket halfway, tightened the velcro and buckled it to death, and turned around immediately.

Holding the handle of the 28 bars with one hand, and holding the frame of the bicycle with the other, he suddenly shook it on the spot.

Smack!

Wave!

Bang bang!

Several collisions rang out one after another, and the people around me snorted one by one.

It wasn't until this moment that I finally saw the true face of the blockers.

Five old immortal pigs, two and a half fat dogs!

The remaining three should be people from the special observation group of the Divine Bureau.

Ignore each other at all, push the cart and leave.

"Don't go, young man. You grabbed me, hey."

"Young man, you're so unqualified, how do you ride a bike?"

"You hit someone and still want to leave? No way."

"Come on. This guy hit a few of our old brothers and wanted to run."

A few old immortal boars shouted and howled in their mouths, pulling my 28 bars and dragging desperately.

The two and a half hundred old fat dogs grabbed me directly and grabbed my down jacket in my hand.

The old boar plays cover, and the old fat dog makes a killing move.

If you can't see the books I have picked up, destroy them!

Like porcelain calligraphy and painting, as long as a page of rare books is torn out and destroyed, the value will be greatly reduced.

Because I started with the lone book first, according to the rules, they didn't dare to mess with my leaks!

But when I'm done picking up leaks, they can use crooked ways to kill me with impunity!

There are no restrictions on the rules of the tournament, and you are not allowed to make trouble!

As long as I tear up my rare books, then they will succeed.

It happened suddenly, without warning.

The two photographers next to me were caught off guard, shocked but afraid to speak out.

The observation group watching the battle next to him frowned slightly, exchanged glances, and then stepped back silently and continued to watch the play.

"Young man, you pay me. Otherwise, let's talk about it."

An old boar in the sixtieth crop grabbed me by the collar and yelled.

"Smack!"

I slapped him in the face and knocked him to the side.

"Young man, how do you hit someone?"

Syllable!

Another slap passed, and another old boar was fanned

Fly to the left.

"Little ......" ap.

Syllable!

"Someone ...... coming"

Syllable!

"Someone hit ......"

At this time, I kept my face stuffy, accumulated strength, and hit five male boars in a row with my right palm.

The remaining two old fat dogs, instead of being afraid, joined forces and pounced on me and grabbed my sleeves like crazy.

At this moment, I don't spare my hand anymore.

With his right hand, he grabbed a man's neck scarf and went down with the force of his inertia. Gently push the handlebars forward with your left hand.

Kiss!

The old fat dog's forehead collided with the cold, hard handle.

"Ahh

The old fat dog let out a terrible scream like killing a pig, and rolled wildly on the ground with his head covered.

The old fat dog was left with his hands around my waist and screamed wildly, "Hit someone. Hit someone."

I gritted my teeth and sneered, and let out a louder roar than the old fat dog: "Robbery! Security!"

The security guards at Pan Jiayuan are very conscientious.

In less than half a minute, the security guards arrived at the scene.

In the face of the other party's gossip and slander, the security guards came up to arrest me.

At this moment, I took off my down hat and said coldly, "They robbed me of my things. Arrest someone and call the police."

The security guards were surprised when they saw that it was a Fangzhou legal person at first glance, and without saying a word, they picked up the riot stick and threw it down according to the fat dog who danced the most happily.

As a legal person in Fangzhou, I am not well-known in Panjiayuan, but the security guards know my name.

The last time the evil security guard had gone in and stepped on the sewing machine, and the security guard who took over had already engraved my appearance in his heart.

"Dare to snatch something in our Pan family? I'm tired of it."

"Hit!"

"Hit me hard!"

The security captain gave an order, and suddenly the sticks flew and screamed again and again.

In seconds, several old men were beaten by the security guards all over the ground, looking for teeth, raising their hands and begging for mercy.

The remaining two fat dogs who saw the opportunity quickly ran with oil on the soles of their feet and flew up.

At this moment, I had already ridden the 28 bars out of the north gate and went straight to the big willow tree.

Although I missed the eyes of thousands of years, I only have three dollars left in my hand, and I can only choose to ride!

The nearest way to the Great Willow Tree is at the West Gate, but in order to prevent the old despicable and other units from making trouble, I chose to go through the North Gate.

Even from the North Gate, I try to choose the alleys along the way. Avoid the main road as much as possible.

I'm afraid that old meanness will do me badly.

More afraid of the revenge of some people!

The two followers were quite confused about my choice, but they didn't dare to squeak and speak, so they could only follow silently all the way.

It took an extra twenty-five minutes to reach Big Willow Street.

In the distance, the outline of the Great Willow Tree Ghost Market came into view, and my hanging heart suddenly fell back to my chest.

It's here!

This is the last battleground!

I was lucky enough to pick up the strange book for thousands of years, and let me see the dawn of victory again!