"Hmph, isn't it just a slave!"

Some young men blushed their necks and puffed out their eyes and said angrily, they really wanted to pinch this damn slave to death, but they actually robbed themselves of the limelight, and they were also the sons of a rich family, how could they swallow this breath! But seeing that the other party is just a slave, it is not good to embarrass the other party, otherwise he will become the laughing stock of others, not to mention that he is still backed by a little devil behind him.

Looking at these women who were making a fuss, Su Chenfan suddenly found that his embarrassment at the moment was hurtful, and he felt embarrassed. When I saw some men glaring at me, I was even more depressed, and these people were jealous of themselves.

"Little brother, what are you carrying on your back? Can you show me?"

A middle-aged man's voice came into his ears, Su Chenfan followed the voice of the voice, and there was a middle-aged man sitting about two feet away from him, who was looking at him with a slight smile in his eyes.

The middle-aged man was dressed very ordinarily, with black hair a little messy, about thirty or forty years old, and there was a stall in front of him with some old handwriting.

As soon as he saw the book, Su Chenfan was overjoyed, and suddenly came to his senses, and he struggled to walk over.

"Huh...... This uncle, I'm just a broken sword......"

Su Chenfan replied with a smile, wiping his sweat with one hand, and staring at the books on the ground with both eyes, trying to find out if there were one or two books on cultivation, presumably the things on this stall were also very cheap.

"Oh, little friend, can you lend me a look?" Although the middle-aged man seemed calm, there was a hint of eagerness in his eyes.

"You see? well, well......"

Su Chenfan laboriously took the broken sword off his shoulder, handed it to the middle-aged man, and rummaged through the books on the ground by himself.

The middle-aged man took the bronze broken sword, looked at it carefully for a moment, and suddenly became very excited, and saw that Su Chenfan was flipping through the book, and a smug smile suddenly flashed on the corner of his mouth.

The middle-aged man held the broken sword and danced a few times, and said disappointedly: "It's really a good sword, but it's a pity that it's broken, alas, ......"

Su Chenfan glanced up, and saw that the other party could dance this sword so easily, he was slightly surprised in his heart, it seemed that the other party was also a person who cultivated the truth, and he didn't care, and said, "Uncle, do you have any books on cultivation here?"

"Xiuzhen books, you originally wanted to learn Xiuzhen, but I have some. ”

As the middle-aged man spoke, he took out a few books with different cover colors from a bag beside him, Su Chenfan was suddenly overjoyed, and he picked up a book with a golden cover. The cover of this book is relatively new, but there is no handwriting on the cover, and the word "Golden Sutra" is printed on the first page, Su Chenfan seems to have picked up a treasure, this is one of the five kinds of cultivation of the golden system of the law.

"Uncle, how much do you sell this book for?"

"Well, this book is relatively new, so the price is a little higher, only 1,000 taels of silver...... "The middle-aged man said very usually.

"What? a thousand taels!" Su Chenfan was about to jump up, he screamed and couldn't believe it, an old book was so expensive! Many people were startled by this shout, and turned their heads to look at him strangely.

"Huh...... Young people, it seems that you have not yet stepped into the threshold of cultivating truth, and you don't know the market in this way! Books on cultivation are different from ordinary books, and even old books are not much different from new books, after all, where is its value forever. The middle-aged man saw that Su Chenfan didn't know the market, and his heart was overjoyed.

"Oh......" Su Chenfan looked lost for a while, not knowing how much this broken sword could sell for, he picked up a very shabby book with a blue cover and asked hopefully: "Uncle, how much do you want for this book?"

"This water system recipe will charge you 500 taels of silver at the lowest price!"

"500 taels?" Su Chenfan gestured with five fingers, he couldn't believe it, such a book that was so tattered that it was almost wormed actually cost five hundred taels, and he was even more disappointed in his heart.

There was a grinding in his heart, and he planned to go outside the town to get a few more broken knives and broken swords, guessing that such a broken copper sword was not worth a few dollars, but he still asked the middle-aged man: "Uncle, how much do you think my broken sword can be sold for at the blacksmith shop?"

"What? Blacksmith shop!" When the middle-aged man heard him say this, he really wanted to fan the other party away, and his mouth was almost crooked, this loser actually took such an ancient sword to the blacksmith shop to sell it!

But when he thought that the other party was like an idiot, he instantly changed his face and said very regretfully: "Alas...... If this sword had been preserved, it might have been worth a thousand taels of silver, but now that the sword has been destroyed, it is not as valuable as a book, and it is very good to be able to sell it for 10 taels of silver at present. ”

"Ten taels?"

Su Chenfan was not disappointed, and he was a little surprised, he could actually sell it for 10 taels, and so many of the unclear broken sword remnants in his immortal bottle could be sold for 10,000 taels, thinking of this, his face was full of excitement.

The middle-aged man was completely dizzy, this little cub was so happy to hear 10 taels of silver, he really hadn't seen money in eight lifetimes, but he was still worried that there were other treasures on this kid, if he was sold by this fool as scrap copper and broken iron, it would be strange if he was not angry.

"This little friend, where did you pick up this broken sword, and are there anything else?" the middle-aged man hurriedly asked.

"Uh...... This...... I picked it up in a mountain, and there is nothing else......"

Su Chenfan will never say that he still has a lot of treasures, otherwise the consequences are not very imaginable.

At the same time as he answered, the middle-aged man's eyebrows shot an extremely faint light and penetrated into his mind, wanting to search for Su Chenfan's sea of knowledge.

Seeing the other party pause for a moment, Su Chenfan's heart was suddenly shocked, although he was not a cultivator at the moment, but he had been in contact with masters like Yazu, Daoguang, and Liu Qinghai, and his spiritual sense had already become very agile at this time, although he could not find out the true intentions of the other party, but that trace of uneasiness could still be felt.

What puzzled him was that a trace of gold flashed in front of his eyes, just like the kind of light emitted by the peerless head in the Valley of Broken Souls that day, and like the golden faintness on the surface of the Divine Bottle, at this moment, his memory in the Valley of Broken Souls became blank, and as if he was completely isolated from the outside world and put out of his body, he actually saw the middle-aged man enter that blank memory, which made him feel surprised.