After leaving the special service team, Zhou Yifeng did not leave the capital in a hurry, but asked Xiao Hu to take him around the capital. After all, this time he went out to explore with Feng Ziya, and I don't know how long it will take to return to the city. Besides, although this is Zhou Yifeng's second time in Beijing, he didn't have time to take a look at the capital last time he was in a hurry, and this time, Zhou Yifeng wanted to feel the prosperity of the capital.

Since Zhou Yifeng did not say a specific location, Hu Yuhang drove around the city casually, trying to go to some distinctive places, such as Chang'an Street, the Temple of Heaven and the Temple of Earth, etc.

Zhou Yifeng sat in the car and looked at the scenery flashing outside the window, and suddenly felt a little excited. The modern construction has added charm to this ancient city, but it has also made many traces of the past gradually disappear.

Zhou Yifeng was thinking about simply finding a place to rest, when he suddenly saw a road sign pointing to the Panjiayuan thrift market, and said to Hu Yuhang:

"Xiaohu, go to Panjiayuan for a walk. ”

Hu Yuhang answered, and after turning a few corners, with the boiling voice, the words "Panjiayuan Thrift Market" appeared in his eyes.

Zhou Yifeng got out of the car and walked slowly into the market, looking at it casually as he walked. In the market, the items sold by the merchants are strange, there are everything, there are the current cultural bracelets, there are also ancient bronze porcelain, of course, it is difficult to say whether it is true or false.

Zhou Yifeng was not very interested in modern things, looked at the sign, and walked to the collection area, at this time Hu Yuhang had already parked the car, looked for it, and followed Zhou Yifeng.

The collection area went around, although there were a variety of things and the stall owners were very enthusiastic, but Zhou Yifeng didn't see what he dared to be interested in, and then slowly walked to the stall area.

The stall area is even more messy, and a lot of unknown things are scattered in front of the stall owner, ancient coins, Tibetan knives, bracelets... Zhou Yifeng occasionally squatted down to take a look and chat with the stall owner, but he never started to buy anything.

Hu Yuhang was behind Zhou Yifeng and said softly:

"Instructor, 99% of the things here are fake, it's okay to buy some gadgets casually, it's better not to buy those that you don't understand and are too expensive. ”

Zhou Yifeng nodded, he just came to take a look and take a look, he didn't plan to buy anything.

Seeing that the stall area was about to walk through, Zhou Yifeng was about to leave here, but Feng Ziya's hurried voice sounded in his mind:

"Xiaofeng, the third stall ahead, there is an old spear head there, you go and take a look, buy it, no matter what the price!"

When Zhou Yifeng heard Feng Ziya say this, he must have known that he had made a discovery, so he secretly responded and walked forward unhurriedly. stopped in front of the stall that Feng Ziya said, and sure enough, he saw a rusty spear head. Zhou Yifeng squatted down and looked at a few gadgets first, asked the price, and then picked up the gun head, except for a slightly lighter start, there was nothing special about it. Asked casually:

"How much does this cost?"

The stall owner didn't raise his head, but said:

"Twenty thousand!"

Zhou Yifeng couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, could it be that the stall owner knew the origin of this spearhead, otherwise how could a broken spearhead dare to ask for such an outrageous price.

Without waiting for Zhou Yifeng to speak, Hu Yuhang was reluctant and said loudly:

"What! 20,000 yuan! You made the head of your spear out of gold?"

The stall owner looked at Hu Yuhang and said unhurriedly:

"Young man, gold is really not the most expensive in this place. ”

Zhou Yifeng looked at the head of the gun, and really didn't see anything special, but thinking of what Feng Ziya said, he still decided to buy it and said:

"Even if this is an antiquity, it's an ordinary thing, it's just a standard gun head, I want 10,000 yuan. ”

The stall owner thought in his heart, anyway, this thing has been picked up for more than a year, except that the surface looks like bronze, he can't see anything special, and gritted his teeth and said:

"Fifteen thousand, the lowest price. ”

Zhou Yifeng looked at it, grabbed a piece of thumb-sized jade on the side of the stall, and said:

"Add this and give you fifteen thousand. ”

The stall owner looked at the jade and nodded.

Zhou Yifeng went to the ATM next to him and took out 20,000 yuan, gave the stall owner 15,000, took the gun head and jade in his hand, and walked to the parking lot with Hu Yuhang.

Hu Yuhang said as he walked:

"Instructor, you actually gave him 15,000 for this broken gun, which is really a big loss. ”

Zhou Yifeng smiled and did not speak.

At this time, two people chased after him and blocked in front of Zhou Yifeng, one of whom was around fifty years old, and said to Zhou Yifeng with a smile:

"Friend, can you show me the gun you just bought?"

Zhou Yifeng glanced at this person, and on his body, he felt an aura somewhat similar to Wang Mingyu, his temples bulged slightly, and his eyes inadvertently revealed a trace of essence.

Zhou Yifeng knew that this person was also a martial artist, so he immediately raised his arm and shook the head of the gun in his hand.

When the man saw the rusty spear head, a surprise flashed across his face, and then he covered it up and said:

"I'll pay double the price, I wonder if my friend can transfer it to me?"

Zhou Yifeng shook his head and said:

"I'm sorry, I don't have any plans to sell it for the time being. ”

Hu Yuhang was stunned when he watched from the side, just now he said that he had lost a lot, and in a blink of an eye, someone wanted to buy this broken gun head at double the price, is there really anything special about this broken gun head?

Without waiting for the middle-aged man to speak, the young man behind him said impatiently:

"50,000 yuan, sell it to us! It's okay to turn around and make so much, don't go too far!"

Zhou Yifeng didn't bother to pay attention to him this time, and said to Hu Yuhang:

"Xiaohu, let's go. ”

For this kind of self-righteous person, Zhou Yifeng has no interest in connecting words.

Watching Zhou Yifeng and Hu Yuhang bypass them and leave, the young man just wanted to move, but was pulled by the middle-aged man and said:

"Zhijiang, forget it. ”

The young man named Zhijiang said anxiously:

"Master, that thing... ”

Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by his master and said:

"I'll talk about it later. ”

After dinner, Zhou Yifeng asked Hu Yuhang to go back and returned to the hotel he had booked before dinner.

After locking the door, he checked the room, and then quickly took out the gun head, and couldn't wait to ask:

"Senior brother, what's the secret of this spearhead?

Feng Ziya Road:

"You control Lei Yuanzhu first and let me come out. ”

Zhou Yifeng followed Feng Ziya's guidance, communicated with Lei Yuanzhu in his heart, and sent out the idea of letting Feng Ziya come out, and in an instant, Feng Ziya's translucent figure appeared in front of him.

Feng Ziya looked at Zhou Yifeng and said:

"Xiaofeng, you can't just use your eyes to see things, you have to use your divine sense more in the future, and now you can use your divine sense to look at it. ”

After all, Zhou Yifeng is a modern person, and he is used to using his eyes, unless he is special or when he cultivates his divine sense, he will think of using his divine sense to observe things. Hearing what Feng Ziya said, he quickly swept the head of the gun with his divine sense, and found that the head of the gun was hollow, and there was a light purple sword of about ten centimeters inside, and in addition to that, there was a non-paper and non-cloth thing.

Zhou Yifeng was surprised:

"What is this?"

Feng Ziya Road:

"This could be a flying sword. ”

"Flying swords?"

"Yes, but I don't know why it's sealed in this spearhead. Get this flying sword, and after refining it, you can fly with the sword. ”

When Zhou Yifeng heard this, he finally understood why Feng Ziya wanted him to buy this gun head at any cost.

According to Feng Ziya's request, Zhou Yifeng held a military dagger, ran the true yuan, carefully cut the head of the gun, gently took out the small sword, and put it on the table.

The small sword is a faint purple, there are tiny thunder patterns on the sword body, revealing a soft halo, and the bottom of the sword body near the hilt has two words: purple electricity!

Zhou Yifeng knew that Zidian might be the name of this sword, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it. Gently took the purple electricity in his hand, and according to the method of Feng Ziya's teaching, a drop of blood was dropped on the sword body, and the divine sense covered the purple electricity, and it was about to be refined!

At this moment, Zhou Yifeng felt a roar in his mind, a large amount of information poured in, and at the same time, a vicissitudes of life voice sounded:

"Who awakens my remnant soul?"