Super Golden Eye

Regardless of whether it was this silver bell or this residual jade, Fang Yang's heart was moved by the spiritual energy contained in it. When his cultivation reached the middle stage of the profound stage, he had absorbed the aura in the high-grade spirit stone, and now there were fewer and fewer aura groups that could impress Fang Yang.

For Fang Yang's directness, Monk Zhou's smile almost turned into a flower.

Afterwards, Monk Zhou looked serious and offered a price: "Big brother is also our old acquaintance, I won't say more, two million, two million will be taken away."

Hearing this, Fang Yang was about to make a final decision. Yang Fan slapped a big-eared scraper on Monk Zhou Zhengliang's head. The sound was crisp, but it was really crisp.

"Oh! Why are you hitting me?!" Monk Zhou touched his head and glared at his wife, shouting loudly.

Monk Zhou obviously didn't have much status in front of his mother-in-law. Yang Fan was not ashamed of him at all. He glared at him and cursed, "You should be beaten by the one who lacks the heart! These two treasures are only worth two million? Why are you? Don't die?!"

"Yes, yes, I think these two babies are worth four million!" Fatty Wang laughed at Monk Zhou from the side.

"Snapped!"

However, Fatty Wang did not escape the bad luck. After saying four million, Yang Fan unceremoniously slapped a big ear on his forehead. The crisp sound was not much weaker than Monk Zhou’s bald head, and it made him cry in pain. Endless.

"Why hit..." Fatty Wang looked aggrieved, but Yang Fan didn't want to speak to him at all, so he interrupted.

"I think your IQ is inversely proportional to your weight!" Yang Fan hurt Fatty Wang, and then grabbed the silver bell and the remnant jade from Monk Zhou's hand. He held on tightly, looked at Fang Yang, and the lion opened his mouth. : "These two treasures, I won't sell them without twenty million!"

"Twenty million? I heard it right, right? It's at our roadside stall?"

From Monk Zhou's 2 million to Wang Fatty's 4 million, and finally Yang Fan's 20 million, the span was so large that the surrounding stallholders were completely confused.

Even Monk Zhou and Fatty Wang were full of shock in their eyes when they looked at Yang Fan, and they were slanderous in their hearts. This girl is going to be black, and women's hearts are not much blacker than men!

Fang Yang looked at all this with a calm expression, his eyes were strange, and he swept past Yang Fan's trio, and finally fell on the silver bell and residual jade in Yang Fan's hands. After a moment of indulging, he nodded and said: "Deal. !"

Wow!

The word "deal" fell, and the audience was in an uproar.

If you want to ask about history, since this Shilipu was built, we don't care about the left and right pavements. Let's just say that this street stall has never had such a sky-high price of 20 million?

Two million is going to die!

"Liu Lao Si, you really didn't brag today!" The new stall owners watched Fang Yang take out his mobile phone and had to transfer money. The feeling in their hearts was very complicated, as if they saw the spring of small vendors... ..

Fang Yang's refreshment was exchanged for Yinling and Canyu's pockets. Looking at the three monks Zhou who were beaming with joy, Fang Yang's eyes gathered on the hair mound seal on Yang Fan's waist, deliberately lowered his voice, and said: " If you want..."

Yang Fan noticed Fang Yang's gaze, and quickly reached out to protect the Faqiu Seal, without giving Fang Yang a chance to continue speaking, and scolded: "No! Impossible!"

Monk Zhou and Fatty Wang stopped laughing, and walked forward to protect Yang Fan, looking at Fang Yang with a guard, as if he was afraid that Fang Yang would grab them.

Seeing this, Fang Yang shrugged helplessly and said: "That's it, I won't force it if I don't want it."

When the words fell, Fang Yang turned and walked towards He Shentang.

The three monks Zhou looked at Fang Yang’s leaving back with weird expressions. Fatty Wang suppressed his voice to an extremely low level and said, “This kid is really extraordinary. Soul Ling and prisoner Yeyu, it seems that we are betting on this trip to Donghai City."

"Don't be too happy. The more such a person, the smaller the bargaining chips we can impress him. Didn't you find that he is too far behind when he was in Jiangbei City?" Monk Zhou frowned and whispered.

Fatty Wang nodded in agreement, then shook his head again, and said with a wry smile: "It's just a pity, this Broken Soul Bell and Prisoner Yeyu were only made by us after a lot of effort."

"It's a pity that twenty million is not money? Besides, the broken soul bell has lost its soul, and only half of the prisoner Yeyu is left. They are all remnant treasures, which are of no use to us." Monk Zhou was distressed. He groaned: "What I am most worried about right now is what kind of bargaining chip we have to use to get him into the group."

Yang Fan's expression became complicated, and he murmured, "He is very coveted for our Faqiu seal."

Hearing this, the faces of Monk Zhou and Fatty Wang had changed, but Yang Fan did not give them a chance to object, saying: "If you can exchange Faqiu Seals for Faqiumen to revive the glory of the past, would you not be willing?"

Monk Zhou and Fatty Wang were silent, their expressions becoming more complicated.

Let's talk about Fang Yang. Although he didn't hear the contents of Monk Zhou's speech, he also began to suspect the three of Monk Zhou in his heart.

The reason for suspicion was that Fang Yang had already discovered that the business just now was just three people doing the show, and even the chance encounter was planned by them.

In the short period of time that he was thinking about just now, Fang Yang showed a causal eye to Monk Zhou. In the picture transmitted back by Karma Eye, Fang Yang saw what the three people were discussing secretly on the train coming to Donghai City.

One was planning how to make the encounter normal, the other was the silver bell and the real body of the residual jade he had obtained, and the third was their purpose. Although the discussion of the three people in the picture is very cryptic, it is vaguely known that they need Fang Yang's help.

Knowing all this, Fang Yang undoubtedly took the upper hand. As for the next step, it was to wait for them to find themselves in the future and tell their final goal.

"Broken Soul Bell, prisoner Yeyu...It's a pity that these two treasures, now I can only take away the aura and completely become waste." Fang Yang sighed in his heart.

From the picture just now, Fang Yang learned that the Broken Soul Bell and Prisoner Yeyu are not ordinary ancient artifacts, but two extremely mysterious magic weapons, which are now remnants.

Heshentang is in the middle of Shilipu. The two stores are opened. The gate is made of ebony grids, which is quite ancient and very elegant.

Fang Yang walked along the road, seeing that he was within a few steps of He Shentang, a voice rang from behind, stopping Fang Yang.

"Boss Fang? Isn't this Boss Fang? It's here again today? Why are you going to Heshentang, come to our palace to see, the treasure in our palace is not lost to Heshentang at all!"

It was not someone else who said this, but it was Wang Weizi who once set up a stall at the end of Shilipu.

Once Wang Weizi's clothes were tattered, and his whole person looked very listless, but the Wang Weizi who appeared in front of Fang Yang at this moment was completely different.

I saw Wang Weizi wearing a yellow mandarin studded with gold threads, with a robe from the Republic of China period, wearing a dignified hat on his head, and a golden necklace hanging around his neck.

Wang Weizi hurried to Fang Yang, with a bright smile, and said, "Boss Fang, come to my palace and sit down for a while?"