forbidden place

() Han Hui used the Dao of Dreams. From the perspective of outsiders, he still has a dagger in his hand, and the dagger has never left his palm.

It was just a flip of the palm, and when everything was over, he threw the dagger onto the grid, shook his head and said, "A dagger costs 50 yuan, which is too expensive!"

The other elders also nodded in unison, and the young man in Tsing Yi hurriedly said: "Senior, you can't say that. Although the dagger is small, it is an ancient treasure. There is a great opportunity in the ancient treasure. The dagger might be able to kill the masters of Sanxian, but if we can spread the ban and form a system of our own, I don’t know how much benefit we will get, 50 yuan stone is not much!"

Han Hui picked up another weird bottle, the bottle mouth was the size of a fist, and the neck was like that of a red-crowned crane. It was very beautiful, and it felt hot when held in his hand.

"Senior has good eyesight. This bottle is called a crane bottle. Although we can't move it, we can tell its extraordinaryness just by its burning sensation!" said the boy in green.

Han Hui smiled in his heart, what could the burning sensation mean?

The material is better, or it has absorbed the scorching vitality in the sky, and occasionally leaks out, causing the bottle to heat up.

His consciousness spread over, and what he saw was the incomplete restraint, and the vitality in the crane bottle flowed out of the damaged restraint like a gurgling stream.

Although it was revealed very slowly, it couldn't stand the flow for a long time. Hanhui's spiritual consciousness avoided layers of restrictions, penetrated into the bottle, and felt that the bottle was dilapidated, and the scorching vitality inside was almost flowing. After a few years of hard work, there is nothing left.

Han Hui put the crane vase away with a smile, and took out the ancient treasures one by one to check. The young man in Tsing Yi had always had a good attitude, and the other old men also picked up the ancient treasures to check.

Baoshi has opened tens of thousands of shops in this space, in order to divert people and avoid too much congestion.

Those who can visit and buy and sell ancient treasures are all contemporary masters. Occasionally, there are a few low-level ones, and they are still backed by big families and powerful forces.

I don’t know how many ages ago these treasures are. It is amazing that a person can live for 10 years. For example, the wild lion does not live for [-] years.

Schools with more than 10 years of age are super big schools, schools with a million years of age are peerless, and schools with a history of tens of millions of years have never existed before.

Disasters, such as natural disasters, or the evil of the Demon Sect, caused the world to be wiped out several times, and the knowledge of the world of qi training has obviously broken down.

The world is such a civilization that has been passed down one civilization after another. How difficult is it to decipher a civilization?

Even just deciphering some words is as difficult as reaching the blue sky. These restrictions are like words, explaining the glorious history of civilization one by one.

For others, this is a hard-to-get-it thing, but for Hanhui, it is not so. With a flip in his hand, the ancient treasure enters the eternal cauldron, the cauldron spins crazily, the primordial liquid burns crazily, and the prohibition is deduced instantly Fully complemented.

Of course, if the restriction is too incomplete, it won't have much effect, and the Eternal Cauldron can only be deduced slightly, and it is impossible to recover.

A few old men wandered among the shops, holding a treasure in their hands, using their eyesight and consciousness to watch carefully.

Han Hui picked up one at random, glanced at his eyes, flipped his palm, and put the thing back to its original place. At the beginning, the young man in green who greeted Han Hui kept introducing it to Han Hui. He completely shut his mouth, just followed behind Han Hui, not opening his mouth.

Before he finished introducing the name of an object, Han Hui had already put the object in his hand back into the distance, and picked up another object.

How can this be sold?

Tens of thousands of ancient treasure shops, 10,000+ ordinary treasure shops, are still overcrowded. A young man with a few followers stepped into the shop where Hanhui and the others were located.

"My lord, this store has pretty good stuff, why don't you come over and have a look?" a follower said to the boy respectfully.

The young man smiled and said, "Unexpectedly, so many people came to Wuji Island all at once, and all the good ancient treasures were scoured away, leaving only a pair of broken copper and rotten iron."

A young servant in Tsing Yi stepped up to the young master and bowed to salute: "Young master, we have taken out almost all the ancient treasures in stock in the treasure market. Hell invades, and you can sell useful ancient treasures to someone who can understand like young master." , is a kind of kindness to the entire Qi training world!"

"That's right, your Treasure City is doing very well, I admire it, but ancient treasures are very difficult to drive, and the prohibition in it is extremely difficult to comprehend!" The young man said with a slight smile.

Han Hui reached out to pick up an ancient treasure, weighed it in his hand, turned his palm and put it back, and then picked up the next ancient treasure.

While the young man was talking, he changed four or five ancient treasures in a row, and the whole shop only had a few hundred ancient treasures. Han Hui quickly saw that he was very close, and he reached out for the last ancient treasure. .

A fan was knocked on the ancient treasure at the same time. This ancient treasure is a humanoid ceramic product, covered with the vicissitudes of time, and there is even a decaying breath, it looks like something from endless years ago.

"You don't buy any of them, just look at them casually, do you know how to identify ancient treasures?" the young man said arrogantly to Han Hui.

Han Hui smiled, this young master has a dense sword flow, huge power, hidden in the golden core seeds in the dantian, and there is no regular breath on his body, obviously he is a real golden core.

A Jindan real person dared to be so arrogant in front of him, could it be that his brain was broken?

"I don't know how to appraise ancient treasures, what does that have to do with you? Take the fan away!" Han Hui said coldly.

"Boy, you are courting death. Do you know who is standing in front of you? It's the son of the Duke of Excalibur, the young master of Excalibur!" said a follower who was in a state of ecstasy behind the young man.

People who came to Wuji Island all brought their followers or disciples to let them increase their knowledge. As for those who received invitation letters, they brought more people.

Those people are all well-known powerful forces, or well-known figures, and their families are also powerful, and they lead many people.

I don't know how many of the Twelve Great Sects came. This young and vigorous young master is obviously the son of the Sect Master Jianzong.

Stepping through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to find it, and it takes no effort to get it!

"I've taken a fancy to this item, so I'll take your hand away immediately!" said the young man.

"Things like dog shit, dare to shout in front of me?" Han Hui sneered, shook his sleeves, shot out with huge force, and bounced on the young master's fan all at once.

With a sound of "pa", the fan was bounced high, Han Hui took a step forward, grabbed the neck of the young master of the sword, and pinched him up.

"Don't be arrogant just because you are the son of the lord of Jianzong. Now that Jianzong has surrendered to the empire, it's nothing!" Han Hui said coldly.

"Release our little father-in-law immediately, you can't get out of Baoshi!" a follower shouted.

"It's really a bunch of waste. The elders of Jianzong have become pugs of followers. I'm afraid you will only be in a trance state for the rest of your life, and you will never be able to advance!" Han Hui looked at these followers coldly, and said disdainfully.

"Hmph, if we can go further, you don't care if you say it, and let the young man go immediately, otherwise, you will die a miserable death!"

"That's right, don't be arrogant and domineering just because you've reached the realm of the Sanxian. Our little prince is missing a hair, so you can't survive or die!" said another follower.

"Really?" Han Hui smiled, and with a sudden grab with the other hand, a bunch of hair was pulled off, and all of it was thrown on the man's face.

"I can't survive if I touch a single hair on him, and I can't wish to die. What if I grab all his hair?" Han Hui smiled like a devil.

"You, you, you, you really don't know what to do!" The man was stunned at that moment, not knowing what to say.

"I don't know whether I'm dead or alive? I don't think it's you who is dead or alive!" Han Hui's voice suddenly became more serious, and the Dao of Dream's attack immediately made several followers' expressions freeze.

The moment their expressions froze, Han Hui blew out in one breath, and the attendants in the ecstasy state all collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

"Little Grandpa, tell me now, can I have a look at this clay puppet?" Han Hui asked, holding the little Grandpa's neck with a wristband, and kept patting his face with his palm.