Chapter 175： Each has its own chance

"Haha! Treasures are here!"

Brother Chen laughed wildly for a while, turned around in a pretending manner, and then merged the girls around the market for a while, then hurried away.

"A big fish has been hooked."

Li Yu smiled, and got up to close the booth. Go to an unoccupied corner tower, the figure disappeared without a trace.

A moment later, a great Tibetan man with a huge sword stepped into the market with heavy steps.

Li Yu changed her appearance and planned to continue to pit people.

The big man strode into the market with a big stride, slamming all the way. Then, it hit people without accident.

"boom!"

The Ang Tsang-han seemed to have tripped under his feet, and a cricket slammed into a fat monk with a fat ear.

"donor……"

The fat monk reached out to the big man and was about to talk.

"Shit you!"

The big man seemed to be very hot-tempered, didn't answer at all, and directly slap the giant sword and patted his head against the fat monk.

Mud Bodhisattva also has three-point fire.

Facing this unreasonable sword, the fat monk could only slap in the palm and pat it.

"what!"

The big man looked mighty, but it was vulnerable.

The fat monk took a slap, and the brave man screamed and flew out. The giant sword in his hand fell into front of the fat monk.

"You wait for me!"

The strong man rolled over from the ground, shouting loudly, and limped out.

"I am merciful!"

The fat monk smiled wryly and shook his head. As a true disciple of Hua Yanzong, the fat monk felt a bit helpless about this kind of mischief.

As he was about to leave, he suddenly glanced at the giant sword on the ground, and the fat monk's eyes flashed, and he bent down and picked up the giant sword.

"Donor, you haven't got your sword yet. The poor monk picked it up and gave it to you!"

Shouting in his mouth, the fat monk hurriedly left the market with his sword. As for whether you really want to return the giant sword to others ... Hehe, just listen to it.

So ... another fish was hooked.

Soon after, a scream came out of a green building in the city center, and a figure of "swipe" flew out of the green building and hit the ground heavily.

This market was originally located in a small town under Cangwu Mountain, so the Qinglou Restaurant also exists.

"Bold thief! How dare you pretend to be a disciple of my Shuiyun faction and cheat everywhere. How dare you drink wine without giving money and ruin my Shuiyun faction's reputation! Damn it!"

A figure rushed out of the blue building, flying in the sky, and a streamlined Jianguang whistled and chopped down.

"Damn!"

The figure that had just fallen to the ground made a strange noise, and a shabby rafter emerged from his hand. Throwing it out of hand, I swelled against the wind and turned into a huge stone golem, blocking Jianguang hardly.

At the same time, a cloud of smoke rushed up, the man disappeared instantly and escaped without a trace.

"Well ..."

Jian Guang chopped on the giant cormorant, bursting out of Mars. The ring of "砚" fell to the ground.

"Asshole! I will never spare you next time!"

Jian Guang pulled away, and a fluttering young man fell to the ground, his face full of resentment.

"what?"

The young man in white was about to leave, and suddenly saw the rafters left on the ground, and was shocked.

"Since it's the thief's thing, there must be a clue to the thief, but I have to look carefully."

With the words in his mouth, the young man in white waved and collected the platform, then left in a hurry. Even a bunch of affectionate girls in the blue building could not care.

The fish also swallowed the bait.

"Okay, okay! I haven't eaten for three days!"

A shameless old beggar, walking on a crutch, entered the market tremblingly.

The old beggar held a missing bowl in his hand, and passed it when he saw it. Begging along the street.

"Go there!"

When the old beggar stopped the bowler in front of the two young men dressed as scribes, one of the scribes reached out a hand, and the old beggar shivered and fell to the side of the road.

When Dangyu said, the bowl fell to the ground.

"Ok?"

There was a flash of surprise in the eyes of the other scribe, and then he returned to normal instantly.

"Brother Xu, old man and old man. How can my scholars do this?"

The scribe trained his brother Xu with a stern expression, then walked to the old beggar with a smile on his face and reached out to help the old beggar.

"Old man, we were wrong just now, which surprised you."

The scribe smiled and apologized to the old beggar. He reached out and took out a piece of broken silver and handed it to the old beggar.

"You are an elderly person and you have lost your ability to work, so naturally you cannot treat it that way."

The scribes kindly reached out and patted the dust on the old beggar, and continued: "Old man, in accordance with the rules of our ancestors. It is better to teach fish to fish. Money, I do n’t give it for nothing. I bought your bowl Come on! "

With that said, the scribe bent down and picked up the bowl, and asked the old beggar whether to agree or not, and put it away.

Later, the scribe was separated from the brother Xu by excuse, and left the market hurriedly.

This fish is also hooked.

"Selling a heirloom treasure! Selling a heirloom treasure!"

A twelve-year-old boy, holding a mottled bronze statue in his hand, hawked all the way in the bazaar.

"This is a family treasure, as long as one or two silvers are sold. Don't miss it when passing by!"

The little boy held the bronze statue and walked along. The mottled bronze statue sold strangely, and there was no beauty, and there was no aura fluctuation. Naturally, no one cares.

"Master, master, you bought this bronze statue! This is the treasure of our family. As long as one or two silvers are sold."

The little boy's stuff couldn't be sold, and finally he stopped a young monk wearing a moon white monk robe.

"The donor, the poor monk is a Buddhist, and this bronze statue of you is obviously a Taoist image, I ..."

The young monk glanced at the bronze statue and was about to refuse, but suddenly got shocked, and quickly changed his mouth and said, "Although the Buddha and Taoism are different, you are so eager to sell the heirloom treasures. You must be in a hurry to use the money. The poor monk will help you once. ! "

Talking ~ www.novelhall.com ~ The young monk took out a piece of broken silver and gave it to the little boy. Then he took the bronze statue from the little boy and hurriedly closed it.

Later, the young monk seemed to be in a hurry and left the market in a hurry.

One day ... two days ...

There was a constant stream of hooked fish.

In the past two days, the disciples of Rongmen Holy Land, Daomen Dongtian, and Buddhism Temple came to Cangwu Mountain to participate in the ceremony of the ancestor of the Qinglian ancestors. They all got a chance in the market under Cangwu Mountain.

Each has its own chance, and each person's encounter is different.

The prey sold by the hunter is chance, the stone played by the child is chance, and even the hero saves ... It is not beautiful, and can receive a token of love from a big girl with a weight of 300 kilograms.

At that time, when the young scholar at Bailu Academy received the token of affection, the expression on his face was tangled, and Li Yu almost burst into a smile.

At this point, Li Yu's chance sale event was successfully completed. (To be continued.)