Today's Julu City is destined to not be peaceful.

The news that the leader of the Tianhu Gang suddenly passed away was enough to cause a sensation.

The massive expansion of the military gang's territory has attracted the attention of countless people.

[Sai Yan Luo] of the martial arts gang, A Da, led people to pick two streets of the Tianhu Gang in one day.

In the end, the money gang came forward and was actually beaten back.

The news spread throughout the city in an instant.

For a time, [Sai Yan Luo] Ah Da's reputation was once again widely known.

The eighteen blood eagle beside him became famous along with it.

"Meng Yun, the big sword of the Money Gang, was beaten back, with seven knives in his body, not an opponent. This 18-blooded eagle under Ah Dahe's is simply cruel!"

"Their strength is too terrifying. They are all in the realm of internal cultivation. Where did these people come from?"

"Meng Dadao's cultivation base is not weak. In the mid-stage of internal cultivation, he is infinitely powerful. With one-handed swordsmanship, he was cut into serious injuries by eighteen people. The martial arts gang was too harsh and didn't talk about morality at all!"

"This matter is destined not to be peaceful, and the Money Gang probably won't do it this way."

Countless people talked about it.

At this time, another news came.

The Giant Shark Gang, Qingyun Gang, Black Tiger Gang, and Golden Sword Gang all chose to stab their knives when the Wu Gang started their hands, occupying several streets in the Tianhu Gang.

When Li Yi, the deputy head of the Money Gang, learned of this, he almost vomited several mouthfuls of blood.

The original Tianhu Gang site was robbed of more than two-thirds by various forces in one day.

The whole city was in an uproar.

…

Inside the room.

Qi Yun's eyes were gloomy, looking at the panel in front of him, his brows gradually frowned.

I just drew a prize and got another exercise method that I couldn't practice.

[One of the eight mysterious skills, Li Zi Jue! 】

[The intermediate magical skills created by the ancient gods are divided into eight character battles between Qiankun Xun Zhenkan and Li Gen Dui. The eight battles are in motion, and their power is boundless. Since the ancient battles, the eight battles have been separated and will never be reunited. This is the word for free. Decision is the profound meaning of fire...]

[Cultivation requirements: late stage of the power of the gods]

…

All kinds of news flooded his brain, making his face gloomy.

The exercise is a good exercise, created by the ancient gods.

It's a pity that he can't cultivate at all.

Requires the power of God in the late month level.

There is no power of God in his body.

I've tried it all with energy, blood qi, true qi, and gang qi before, but there is no response at all.

"It's another scrap book..."

Qi Yun whispered.

Suddenly, there was a thought in his heart.

Maybe it's not a waste book.

If you can’t use it yourself, you can use it for Zhao Biao, Elder Mulu, Pan Tian and others.

These people were forcibly taken captive by themselves, because they were afraid of the Lord of Heaven to do things for themselves.

This kind of relationship that depends on fear to maintain is destined to be difficult to last.

Every time they intimidate them, but don't give them any benefit. If things go on like this, sooner or later there will be problems.

Well, you can give them a little benefit, only in this way, they will respect and fear themselves.

Qi Yun felt more reasonable the more he thought about it.

Another hundred points were spent, and 807 points remained.

Seeing that the spirit can be improved behind the column, he clicked directly.

The spirit quickly changed from 29 to 36.

The points decrease by 35 points again, leaving 772 points.

...

Late at night.

There was a hustle and bustle in Julu City.

Everyone in the night market is still talking about the daytime things, all the streets and alleys are like this.

Fengyuan pawnshop.

Two Orion wearing grey blouses came in again.

This is the third time they have come.

As soon as the shopkeeper saw them, his eyes lit up and he quickly greeted them with a smile: "Oh, two gods of wealth, what good stuff do you have?"

"How much is a calligraphy and painting worth this time?"

One of them escaped from the arms of a scroll with a picture, a smell of earthy smell.

The shopkeeper's eyes flashed, and he suddenly knew that it was a good product from the ground again.

He took the picture scroll and unfolded it gently, and saw that the picture scroll was quite intact. It was painted with a beautiful woman in a red dress, a pair of embroidered shoes under his feet, a folding fan in his hand, and his eyes were very special. God, vivid, and true.

The shopkeeper watched carefully, secretly amazed.

It really is something underground.

This painting can be at least a thousand years old.

Where did these two get them?

I got a bronze mirror and a dressing table two days ago.

This time it is another painting.

These two people really posted.

"Two, since they are regular customers, then I'll make it clear that this painting can be used as fifty thousand taels of silver. What do you think of it?"

The shopkeeper smiled.

The two looked at each other, nodded and said: "Yes!"

The treasurer's heart was ecstatic.

Like this thousand-year-old antique, there are people in the city who want it, and people from all major gangs and families will basically rush to buy it.

When he changed hands, he could sell at least two hundred thousand taels of silver.

The shopkeeper immediately called for the counter, took out the bank note and handed it to them.

"Two, do you want me to have someone **** you out of the city?"

The smile of the shopkeeper.

"No."

The two shook their heads, got up and left after taking the silver ticket.

Looking at their backs, the shopkeeper was secretly speechless.

Didn't these two find any ancient tombs?

He really wanted to follow him to see it, because he was afraid that it would be bad if it caused the two people to be alert.

If these two people become vigilant and don't become something with him next time, wouldn't he lose a way of making money?

After struggling for a long time, the shopkeeper sighed, but after all, he didn't follow.

He unfolded the scroll in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became, with a deep smile on his face.

The woman in front of her seemed to really come alive.

…

Except Fengyuan pawnshop, other pawnshops also walked in tonight ~lightnovelpub.net~ Two people wearing grey cloth gowns came in to sell antiques

Like the shopkeepers of Fengyuan pawnshops, it was not the first time those shopkeepers saw the two.

As soon as they saw the two people coming in, they greeted them with a smile on their faces, and collected antiques from them at a price.

And the two people who came into the store to sell antiques didn't mean to raise prices at all.

No matter how much the shopkeeper gave, they nodded in agreement.

What is even more bizarre is that the two men in gray cloth gowns have no expressions on their faces from beginning to end. Under the dim yellow light, blue light is faintly visible on their foreheads.

But the shopkeepers of a few pawnshops didn't dare to ask more. They happily collected antiques from these people and let them go.

…

The Golden Knife Gang, one of the few second-rate gangs in the city, is backed by the Qingyun Gang, which is about the same as the Tianhu Gang.

Zhu Bao, the deputy head of the gang, was very happy today. He had just robbed two streets of the Tianhu Gang during the day and got another treasure at night.

This is a painting he got from Fengyuan pawnshop. According to the shopkeeper, it had just been dug out from the ground, and the smell of soil on it had not yet dispersed.

In the painting is a stunning beauty, wearing a phoenix crown and xia robe, her skin is jade, and her eyes are exceptionally energetic. The eyes alone fascinated him.

It was as if there was a whirlpool in these eyes that was attracting me.

Zhu Bao looked more and more satisfied.

"Good painting, really good painting..."

Zhu Bao's eyes were blurred, and he felt that he wanted other people to take a look with him.

Good things are not shared with others, it is destined to be tasteless.

A trace of air current invisible to the naked eye exuded from his body, rushing toward the picture scroll.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, the woman in the picture seems to blink her eyes slightly...

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