On this day, Nan Jiantian fed the horses fodder and cleaned the courtyard, and when Wei Kang and Ge Youer returned to the academy, he sneaked out and went to the nearby market.

Because of the proximity to Tiangong Academy, students in Guangzhou University have a demand for magic weapons, so the magic weapon market is quite prosperous here.

In large auction houses, treasures and even spiritual artifacts can be auctioned at open bidding.

Of course, the price is not affordable for ordinary people, and some third-rate sects even use treasures or magic weapons with the potential of spiritual weapons as magic weapons to protect the mountain, which shows its scarcity.

And the magic weapons above the spirit level, including the Dao weapons, are controlled by the first-class sects and will not be easily passed on, which is also one of the reasons for the current situation.

A few days ago, Nan Jiantian reaped a bad fortune, and he was also a little wealthy, but compared with some wealthy people, it was just a drop in the sea of stars.

Even though he moved all his belongings, he couldn't even buy tickets to high-end auctions.

Nan Jiantian wandered around the small market aimlessly, to see if he could find a treasure by chance.

At one of the stalls, a gray-haired old man caught his attention.

The other party is selling a 'mystery jar', and the price tag is very expensive, 100 gold coins.

A hundred gold coins is neither more nor less, but it is a lot of money for ordinary people.

In the countryside, one hundred gold coins is enough for ordinary people to live without worry for ten years.

"One hundred gold, a broken jar sells for a hundred gold coins, this old man shouldn't think about money and go crazy, right? Otherwise, he will be old and confused. ”

"I don't even want this broken jar to be a urinal. ”

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The onlookers looked at the 'mysterious jar' in front of them, which was simple and unpretentious, and even had some obvious cracks on the body of the can.

Nan Jiantian happened to pass by here, and when he saw something new, he couldn't help but stop and watch.

But I heard the white-headed old man say angrily: "It's a group of illiterate people, and they are vain about the gods. This pot was accidentally acquired during my early years in the wilderness, for which I nearly lost my life, and I have kept it in my own possession ever since. It's just that the dog has been seriously ill recently, and the family has not much money, so in desperation, I have to make this decision, and I hope that everyone present will help. ”

"Help? Who knows if what you say is true or not, what you really say is better than what you sing. It's really changed over the years, and I believe it a little bit!"

Hearing this, the white-headed old man was embarrassed for a while, but he didn't know how to justify.

When Nan Jiantian saw the mysterious jar, he actually had an inexplicable affection for it, and his intuition told him that he wanted to buy this jar.

Looking at the old man's appearance, it doesn't look like he is telling a lie, if this jar is really a divine object, let alone a hundred gold coins, even a hundred thousand gold coins are difficult to find, and the value of the divine treasure is difficult to measure with money.

Moreover, the old man's situation aroused his chivalrous heart, and he decided to help the old man.

Thinking of this, Nan Jiantian immediately spoke: "Old man, I want this jar, a hundred gold coins, I won't miss you." ”

The old man couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard this: "I finally met a person who knows the goods." ”

But at this moment, a young man with a sword eyebrow walked forward with an iron fan in his hand, and said in a graceful manner, "I want this jar, there is a lack of a night pot at home, and this jar can be seen too much, so I just need to make up for it." ”

The white-headed old man felt embarrassed: "But someone has already bought this jar, and I hope it will be difficult for others." ”

"This Ben Shao naturally understands, and I also know that the dog under your knees is seriously ill and urgently needs silver taels to cure the disease. He gave me a hundred gold coins, so I gave me a hundred and fifty gold coins, and you sold me this jar, how about it?"

The white-headed old man never thought that the broken jar that no one cared about before would now become a sought-after item, and he looked at Nan Jiantian with some embarrassment, after all, this person was the number one buyer.

And the iron fan boy seems to have a great future, and neither side can bear the guilt.

"I'll give you two hundred gold coins, so the jar is still mine. Nan Jiantian sneered.

'Hmph, you dare to grab what I fancie, even if I do everything I have today, I have to compare with you. He thought to himself.

"I'll give you two hundred and fifty gold coins. The Iron Fan continued to raise the price.

"Three hundred!" Nan Jiantian gritted his teeth and cut his flesh ruthlessly, three hundred gold coins was half of his existing assets, and he was bound to get the jar in order to fight for a mouthful of his heart.

"Three hundred gold coins, buy a broken jar?"

"The old one asks for a hundred, but the small one bids three hundred to buy it, what two crazy people!"

"No matter how rich the family is, it can't be corrupted like this. ”

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"Brother Tai's family is deep, and I have recognized it, I have the right to give you this jar, it can be regarded as an acquaintance, and we will meet later!"

At this time, a young man stepped forward: "Boss, see if that kid can squeeze oil and water out of his body." ”

The iron fan boy's face was gloomy, and he said: "Of course, my vision is never wrong, since I can spend a hundred gold here, my net worth is naturally not expensive, and we will follow it later, and kill people and seize money." ”

In front of the stall, Nan Jiantian took out the seven iron swords in the Na Ring, and according to the market price, each iron sword was worth ten gold, and seven were seventy gold.

Nan Jiantian discounted it to fifty and paid the other party two hundred and fifty gold, and the old man readily agreed, so that he could earn another twenty gold, why not.

After the transaction was completed, Nan Jiantian threw the mysterious jar into the Na Ring, but he took an inconspicuous path and walked away, and the Iron Fan Boy and the subordinate followed it quietly.

At this time, it happened that Wan Molin, the eldest disciple of the Iron Bone Sect, was wandering around the small market and accidentally found the seven iron swords that Nan Jiantian had sold to the old man.

Because it is engraved with the skull mark of the Iron Bone Gate, it is abnormal at a glance, who will sell the magic weapon of this gate here?

Wan Molin couldn't help but think of the three inner disciples who chased and killed the traitor Du Yuming two days ago, and both sides ended up together, but all the belongings of the four of them, including magic weapons, precepts, and most importantly, the "Iron Bone Dafa" were also taken away.

And the person who sold the sword was most likely the third party who got involved in the battle.

"Young man, I see that your breath is restrained, and there is clarity between your eyebrows, you must be a cultivator. But if you want to buy a sword, I have ten gold here, what do you think?" The old man saw Wan Molin stop in front of the stall and hurriedly solicited business.

Wan Molin said: "I want all these seven swords, I will come to get them later, and I will present the gold coins together, but I don't know where these swords come from, old man?"

When the old man saw that there was business to do, he was immediately overjoyed, and immediately told the truth about Nan Jiantian.

Wan Heilin asked where the person was, and then chased him briskly down the alley.

At this time, in a remote alley, Nan Jiantian quickened his pace and rushed to the academy, but the two iron fans behind him were in hot pursuit.

Nan Jiantian had already noticed it, and stopped at the moment and turned around and shouted: "Who the hell is the ghost worshipping, don't get out quickly." ”