In Xiuxianfang City, Xiaoyun Mountain, a long queue formed in front of the immortal pawnshop. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"A hairless demon fox skin with many holes, and a spirit crystal when it dies. ”

“......”

"A rusty spirit sword with broken copper and iron, and a clear spirit pill when you die!"

An exaggerated shout came from the mouth of a delicate and thin fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. Anyone could tell that the young man was in a bad mood, and his face was gloomy than ever. However, anyone who knew some of the roots of this young man did not think so, and guessed a little bit of the reason.

- Fog Spirit Gate Conscription Order!

The Fog Spirit Gate is the only immortal gate in this area, and it is a well-deserved immortal giant. It is the dream of all monks to enter this door. Because only by worshipping through this door can there be hope of building a foundation. If you want to enter this door, it is extremely difficult.

But all this changed with a conscription order.

"The Beishan Alliance has discovered another sea of relics and recruited a large number of scattered cultivators to go to the trial. The trialists can keep 30% of what they get in it. According to the contribution, they can be accepted as outer disciples, inner disciples, and even personal disciples!"

The conscription order of the Fog Spirit Gate directly made the scattered cultivators go crazy.

The sea of ruins that has just been discovered is very dangerous, and there is even a legend that the newly opened sea of ruins has swallowed up even the Yuan Infant Realm. Although the Fog Spirit Gate wants to develop the Sea of Ruins, it doesn't want to lose too much of the elite of this sect. This is using loose cultivation as cannon fodder, a naked conspiracy!

But the casual cultivators are still happy. That's right, some of the sea of ruins did devour the Yuanying masters, but after all, it was only a record in the "Great Chronicles of the Human Race", and I don't know if it's true or not. However, there are some masters who explore the sea of ruins and promote to foundation building in the Fog Spirit Gate, which is a living example.

Who doesn't covet?

Of course, the casual cultivators didn't dare to be too slack, and they were all carefully preparing, pawning all the things that were not necessary, transforming them into pills or talismans, and so on.

If so, the fairy pawnshop business will improve.

And as soon as the pawnshop business gets better, the first thing to bear the brunt of it is naturally this handsome young man who lives in a big court. Although he has more business, he will also receive some rewards, but many casual cultivators know that no matter how many elixir spirit crystals there are, they are useless to this young man.

The young man's name is Fang Yang, and he awakened the bloodline of the demon clan on the first level of qi refining, and mastered the delusion-breaking spirit technique that only the foundation building ancestor can master-the spirit eye technique. Therefore, the ancestor of the Xiao family, who was the overlord of Xiaoyun Mountain, was alarmed, and after cultivating it, he was appointed as the great court. With such a status at a young age, it can be regarded as a juvenile ambition.

But on the contrary, but the qualifications are extremely poor, and under the treatment of enjoying thirty-six Qingling Pills every year, they have not been able to break through to the second layer of qi refining for six years, which is really speechless.

It can only be said that the heavens made a big joke with Fang Yang. In this way, seeing that these casual cultivators have the opportunity to fly up to the branches and become phoenixes, they will naturally be unhappy.

Everyone wanted to change a little more resources, so naturally they all tried their best to pretend to be serious, not wanting to provoke Fang Yang at this juncture. And the young Fang Yang is indeed in a terrible mood.

In fact, after he awakened his psionic technique, the nightmare began.

As a casual cultivator, he had no background, and he awakened the bloodline of the demon clan, which alarmed the ancestor of the Xiao family. If it weren't for this ancestor who was sure that his qualifications were too poor, he would even start to seize his bloodline. And with this, Fang Yang will also perish. But even because of his thin blood and poor qualifications, the ancestor of the Xiao family did not let him go, and after training him, he was placed in the immortal pawnshop as a big court.

Moreover, the Xiao family also preached everywhere, saying that the ancestor knew talents, knew people well, and had the demeanor of a sage. But in fact, he is only superficial, but in fact, he is just a slave regarded by the ancestor of the Xiao family as a tool to make money.

Life and death, involuntarily!

This is simply worse than casual cultivation.

Of course, the ancestor of the Xiao family did give him a fortune on time. However, compared to the benefits he really created, he couldn't even call it a drop in the bucket. Moreover, he knew very well that this was just a means for the ancestor of the Xiao family to appease him.

He doesn't want to be a minion!

He wants to be free!

For the sake of freedom, Fang Yang tried his best to strengthen his cultivation, but I don't know if it was really because of his poor qualifications, or what, six years only made him go from the early stage of Qi refining to the middle stage.

It made him almost despair!

The conscription order of the Fog Spirit Gate was a great irony to him.

A bald man with a beard smiled at Fang Yang: "Little Brother Fang, I came to pawn today, but it's a baby, you have to give a high price." ”

Fang Yang was in a bad mood, so he was a little cold: "Don't talk nonsense, if it's a good thing, the master will naturally give a good price." ”

"What I'm going to pawn this time is a treasure handed down from our ancestors, and it must be a good thing. The bald man hurriedly took out a small box from the storage bag and handed it to Fang Yang.

Taking the small box, Fang Yang opened it and saw that his nose was almost crooked, and there was actually a black iron bump lying in the small box. This is clearly unrefined iron sand ore. Even if ten of these black iron bumps were refined, they would be worth no more than half a Qingling Pill. Suddenly, Fang Yang was about to get angry.

However, after thinking about it, I felt that it was wrong. No matter how bold this Zhao bald man is, he doesn't dare to come to this immortal pawnshop to cheat, after all, this pawnshop belongs to the Xiao family.

"Could it be ......" A thought rose in Fang Yang's heart, and all the spiritual power poured into his eyes, and a pair of eyes turned pale silver, and suddenly, this black iron pimple was seen through by Fang Yang.

"This is!" Fang Yang's heart jumped violently.

In the deepest part of the black iron bump, there is clearly something the size of a jujube pit. It is not clear what it is, but looking at the veins on it, it is clear that it is not available in the cultivation world today, and it is definitely not a product of ancient times. It seems that there is a bit of the style of an ancient relic.

Why is this something like a miniature sculpture in the iron sand ore? Fang Yang wondered in his heart, and suddenly a bold idea arose.

Embezzle!

Be sure to keep this thing private!

This jujube core is actually hidden in the iron sand ore, maybe there is some big secret. If there is any kind of creation, it will be of great benefit to him. And this jujube core can not be perceived at all with cognition, and can only be perceived by spiritual vision. And there are only two people in the entire Xiaoyun Mountain who know how to use spiritual vision - the ancestor of the Xiao family and him.

There is a lot to be done in this matter.

If he got this jujube pit, if he really had a creation, maybe he would be able to break free from captivity!

As soon as he thought of this, Fang Yang took away his spiritual eye technique, and glanced at Zhao Bald with a gloomy face: "This is the good thing you said? I just want to pawn a piece of iron sand ore, why don't you go and grab it? If it weren't for the fact that the master saw that you were older than me, he would have to discount your dog's legs, get out!" Fang Yang reprimanded in a fierce voice.

"Impossible!" Zhao Bald was slightly disappointed in his heart, and exclaimed in a somewhat nervous mouth: "This is my family's ancestral treasure, how can it be an ordinary iron sand ore?"

"Heh, okay, then tell me what kind of good thing this is?" Fang Yang sneered.

"This ......" Zhao Bald was speechless, the ancestral heirloom was just his nonsense, this box was obtained by chance, and he came here just to try his luck. In fact, even he thought that this black iron lump was just ordinary iron sand ore.

"Hmph, can't you say it, do you?" Fang Yang scolded.

"This ......" Zhao Bald's face was a little ugly, and it took a long time before he sighed, and almost begged: "Little Brother Fang, you can do it, give me this thing, right?" ”

"Hmph!" Fang Yang sneered, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He still cherishes this box. Fang Cai is just retreating, if this bald man really leaves like this, he will regret it.

"Hmph, Zhao Bald, you are very calculating, but a piece of iron sand ore weighing five or six taels, you actually plan to exchange it for a dead and wounded? Fang Yang sneered: "That's it, I see that you are also an old customer, I just happened to ask someone to refine a spiritual weapon recently, and there is still a lack of iron sand ore, so I bought it privately at the price of half of the iron sand ore, and the province is running errands everywhere, what do you think?"

"This ...... Okay!" Zhao Bald hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

"Hmph, just this once, don't make an example, if you let the owner know, be careful to break your dog's legs. Fang Yang lost half of the dead and wounded, put the box in the storage bag, and did not forget to threaten him.

"Yes, yes. Zhao Bald hurriedly nodded yes.

This Zhao bald man came to pawn every once in a while, Fang Yang didn't have to think about it to know that this Zhao bald man must be a habitual hand of killing people and overselling goods. This is the norm in the cultivation world, but Fang Yang naturally doesn't have a good impression of it, the box he is holding is robbed nine times out of ten, because he is not sure, so he uses it to test. There is no sense of guilt at all for knocking out his bamboo poles.

Now that the box is in hand, Fang Yang can't wait to verify his idea. However, out of caution, this was not the case, and it was not until the evening when the shop was closed and the lodging was turned around, that the box was opened again.

Previously, although Fang Yang observed, he didn't get started. At this moment, the change is steep.

"Buzz......" a little aura, flying out of the iron sand ore. This scene was very different from Fang Yang's imagination, he thought that it would take a series of studies before some changes would occur, because he was caught off guard, and the aura hit Fang Yang's eyebrows fiercely.

"Oops! I'm dying!" Fang Yang was startled, but the next moment, he was still standing upright. Suddenly, Fang Yang was a little confused, almost suspecting that Fang Cai's scene was just an illusion.

Urging the Spirit Eyesight Technique, Fang Yang looked at the black iron bump, but found that the thing like the micro-carving of the jujube core was gone.

"This ......" Fang Yang was stunned for a moment, recalling the previous scene: "Could it be ......?"

Guessing in his heart, Fang Yang hurriedly concentrated a wisp of consciousness into the sea of knowledge. Sure enough, in a misty sea of knowledge, a floating thing is exactly the same thing as a jujube core.

However, at this moment, because of his perception and perception, it was clearer, so that he could see through this jujube core-like thing in just a moment. This is an eye-shaped artifact, and it is impossible to know what level it is, but the level is certainly not low.

Fang Yang cautiously closed his mind with this artifact, and suddenly, the jujube core eyes continued to shine, and a cold metallic voice sounded in Fang Yang's sea of knowledge: "The treasures of the heavens, you can learn from the treasures of the heavens, down to the materials and artifacts, and up to the magic weapons and immortal weapons." Excuse me, do you choose to be its owner?"