Cultivator In Martial God World

The drunk was caught off guard and fell to the ground before he jumped out. After getting up, he roared and rushed directly to the driver who was calling the police.

"Damn it, I killed you." He punched the driver.

"Fuck, dog stuff." The monkey flew up again and kicked the drunk.

But the drunkard is strong after all, and after leaning back a little, he caught the monkey's foot.

The monkey was shocked and wanted to retract his foot, but it was too late. The drunk pulled it forcefully and fell directly to the ground.

"I killed you." The drunkard roared and rushed forward.

Yang Xuan looked at the people in the car, all of them turned a blind eye to this scene, with indifferent faces.

"Heh, human nature!" Yang Xuan gave a faint smile, then flicked his fingers slightly, and a wisp of undetectable naked eye shot towards the drunkard.

Push!

The drunkard was stunned. After a few breaths, a strong fear appeared on his face, as if he had seen something incredible.

"Ghost!" He yelled in horror, and he drew back hard and retracted into the corner of the door.

The police came. After understanding the situation, they took away the drunk with a blue face in fear. What awaited him would be years in prison.

Of course, the premise is that he has to endure a year of ghostly fear.

The black air shot by Yang Xuan is actually a dead air.

Mortals will have horrible hallucinations when they are dead, and feel that they are surrounded by countless ghosts, and they will never be at peace.

Of course, the bus can no longer be seated. Yang Xuan and Xiaojing got out of the bus with the crowd.

The monkey finally saw Yang Xuan, nodded bowed his waist and said: "You are here too."

Yang Xuan nodded to him and said softly: "You are good!"

"haha, haha!" The monkey touched his head sorry.

How can monkeys know that they can be praised by Demon God Bai Qi. In Martial God, I don’t know how many people will break their heads for this.

After stopping a taxi, Yang Xuan and Xiaojing finally arrived at Phoenix Road.

In a milk tea shop, they found Wang Fang who had been waiting impatiently.

"Why is it so slow." When she saw Xiaojing, she was dissatisfied.

Xiao Jing stuck out her tongue and told her about the bus.

"This kind of person should be sentenced to death." Wang Fang said angrily: "The entire car's life was almost destroyed in his hands."

Stop After a pause, she said again: "Fortunately, someone shot in time, this is what the hero did."

Speaking, she looked at Yang Xuan dissatisfied.

Yang Xuan smiled secretly. If she knew that the hero in her mouth was the thief who stole her phone, she didn't know how she would feel.

It was around four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was too early for dinner, so Wang Fang simply took the two directly to the Antique City.

The Antique City in Pinghai City is quite famous. According to legend, it has been picked up by some people, so it has gradually become a major tourist attraction.

It is said that it is an antique city, but it is actually a street. This street is called Erye Street by the locals.

As for why it was called Erye Street, there is still a legend in it.

It is said that before the founding of the People’s Republic of China, there lived a prince who was driven out of the capital on this street. He was honored as the second prince by the people because he was in the middle of his family.

This second master didn't make any other hobby, only Aiwen played calligraphy and painting. Once he bought a calligraphy and painting at a high price in the hands of people from the rivers and lakes, he didn't want to slap his eyes and found that this was a game set by others.

When the second master came back to his senses, the person who set up the game had already walked far away and jumped the prince angrily.

Because someone joked that Erye’s lost money was enough to buy this street. Slowly, the name of Erye Street came out and it has been passed down to this day.

This street runs north-south and is about more than two hundred meters long. Now it has been developed into a pedestrian street and no vehicles are allowed to pass. It can also be regarded as a scenic spot in Pinghai City.

The shops on both sides of the street stand in great numbers, mostly antique calligraphy and painting, jade stone jewelry, pen, inkstone, paper and ink.

On the sidewalks on both sides, there are mostly people who set up stalls. As for the stalls, there are a dazzling array of things, ranging from bronzes to small books, coins, jade, etc. There is a lot of waiting. As for the authenticity, it is up to the buyer to distinguish it.

This is the busiest time of the day. In Erye Street, there are a lot of people, there are foreign tourists and local residents, and there are people from Three Doctrines and Nine Philosophies.

Yang Xuan and Xiaojing stop and go, wandering around the stalls.

Wang Fang saw that the two of them were in high spirits, so he didn’t want to urge, so he went around with them. After a few laps, his interest also came up. He spent two hundred yuan and bought one. Pieces of small Buddha.

The things she bought are naturally not good things. Although they look very old, they are actually modern crafts. The cost is only a few dozen, and the sale is a few hundred yuan, which is a huge profit.

However, Wang Fang was happy to buy it. Yang Xuan would naturally not break it. This thing was originally meant to be a happy one. As for true or false, no one is true.

Those who set up a stall, seeing Yang Xuan and Xiao Jing wandering around, just took a look, and no longer paid attention to.

The people who can mix here are all old ghosts and sinister visions. Whether they are really fat sheep or not can be seen at a glance.

Yang Xuan and Xiaojing are not outstandingly dressed. They know at first glance that there is nothing greasy and it is not worthy of them to strike up a conversation.

After walking around for a while, Yang Xuan suddenly stopped in front of a booth.

The owner of the stall is an old man with a beard, wearing a shabby Chinese tunic suit, with black-rimmed round eyes, the small eyes behind the lenses are half-squinted, and a pair of eyebrows Look like.

In small groups at his booth, there are some coins, gossip trays, snuff bottles, dry cigarette holders, and even a few books on Journey to the West.

In one corner of the booth, there was a white jade that was unremarkable.

It is this white jade that attracted Yang Xuan's attention.

This white jade is gray and not too big, about half the size of an adult’s thumb, carved into the shape of a brave, and the carving is rough. You can see that it is not a Master’s work at a glance. It looks like a game for a novice apprentice.

At this time, two youngsters, a man and a woman, were browsing the stalls in front of the booth. They were carrying backpacks. The men had small heads and ordinary faces; the women had shoulder-length hair. She has a nice face.

From the appearance and dressing of these two people, we know that they are tourists from other places.

"Boss, how do you sell this?" The man with a small inch picked up a copper gossip plate and asked.

Boss glanced at him, his eyes flashed with disappointment, lazily said: "One thousand."

"So expensive?" The long-haired woman asked in surprise.

"This is an antique." The old man said with disdain: "The legend is a thing used by the Feng Shui Master in ancient times. It sells you a thousand yuan, which is already a huge bargain."

The man with an inch shook the head, put down the gossip plate, took another snuff bottle, played with it, and asked: "What about this, how much is this?"

The old man didn't even lift his eyelids , Said weakly: "This two thousand, be careful, you will pay for it if you break it."

Old man has been setting up a stall on this street for many years, sinister vision, these two youngsters and one Just look at it and ask it casually. There is not much to buy, so of course he can't get the least interest.

Yang Xuan watched for a long time and ignored the two youngsters. He directly picked up the jade stone and opened his mouth: "Old Wang head, I want this, let’s make a price."