Seeing that he was almost scared, Fang Xing sighed and said, "You don't have to be nervous. I didn't mean to expose you. I just admire your skills very much. Look, what is the difference between this flying sword and a real one? And how did you make this elixir? This color, this smell, my god, and a trace of spiritual energy lingered on it. It's even more real than the real one..."

Fang Xing really admired this person's skills. The method of fraud is really not low. For example, the flying sword is actually some broken flying swords, but the magic array inside is followed by a unique technique. So if the buyer experiments on the spot, the flying sword can run freely. However, the connection between the magic arrays seems complete, but it is actually very bare. I am afraid that it will collapse if it is not used once or twice, and it will not be used normally.

Of course, it is absolutely amazing to use to deceive people.

Although this spiritual pill looks very realistic, fragrant and full of spiritual energy, if someone with vision comes to see it, it is not difficult to distinguish the differences. Even if a person who does not know how to do things, if he cuts the spiritual pill, he can find that there is insufficient spiritual energy inside.

"Senior brother, don't laugh at me, I'm just confused for a moment!"

The stall owner said nervously without knowing what Fang Xing meant.

Fang Xing waved his hand and said, "What does it mean to be confused for a while? Can this craft be practiced in a short while?"

The stall owner was almost crying, looked around nervously, and begged in a low voice: "Word it, what do you want to do, let me tell you clearly! Today I met an expert, and you have something you like, just take it..."

"What I like is your skills..."

Fang Xing said sincerely: "To be honest, there was an elder in my family who specialized in this way, but he was a little rough and could not compare with senior brother. So when I saw my senior brother, I felt kind. Don't worry, senior brother, I will never make any statement about this matter, and I will also take special care of your business. If you have money, you can make a profit..."

"Forehead……"

The stall owner was stunned and looked at Fang Xing with his eyes blinking, not knowing whether what he said was true or false.

Fang Xing whispered: "I have to plan the specific matters well. Senior brother, please leave me a name..."

"What do you want to do?"

The stall owner became nervous. The ghost market has never asked about his identity. This is a rule that has always been.

He dared to go to the ghost market to sell fakes because of this rule. As long as no one could see through it on the spot, who would know who he was after the ghost market was dispersed? Moreover, every time he came to the ghost market, he would not immediately take out the fakes. He always sold the real ones for a while and confirmed that they were safe, so he would carefully show some fakes out and mix them into the real ones.

When Fang Xing asked him about his name, he immediately became alert.

Fang Xing said: "Don't be nervous, isn't this convenient to contact you?"

The stall owner's eyes flashed, hesitated for a while, and whispered: "Forget it, this senior brother, there are rules for the ghost market. Since you have seen through my things, just pick a few items if you like it. There are really a lot of things on this stall. As for the name or something, let's forget it. I don't have the intention to make this bigger. From today on, the stall will be gone..."

Seeing that the stall owner refused, Fang Xing smiled softly and looked at him and said, "Isn't you really stay?"

The stall owner said firmly: "Don't stay!"

Fang Xing suddenly stood up and shouted, "Oh, what you have here..."

The valley was originally quiet, but even when someone spoke, he deliberately lowered his voice. Fang Xing's voice suddenly rose up, which scared everyone around him, and countless eyes were attracted.

The stall owner was even more shocked and almost fled.

However, Fang Xing's next words made him stunned: "It's so great. How long did it take to find it? Senior brother, you are my great benefactor. Thank you so much. Please keep the spirit stone..." As he said that, he threw down a spirit stone, grabbed something from the stall, looked over and over again, and blinked at the stall owner.

"I'm so excited to hold a rest pill!"

Someone next to him cursed softly and turned around and ignored him.

The rest pill is just a pill for concentrating and sleeping, which helps people recover their energy, but is really not a good thing.

At this time, a guard standing in the valley came over and whispered: "This senior brother controls his emotions. We are all in the ghost market. It's better to be careful. The sound should not be too loud..."

"Okay, OK, I'm just too excited, please don't blame me..."

Fang Xing hurriedly greeted the guard. The guard waved his hand and signaled that he would not use it and turned around and left.

The stall owner was exhausted, looked at Fang Xing with his eyes floating, and said helplessly: "How did you let me go?"

Fang Xing looked at him, smiling without saying a word.

The stall owner gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, took out a wooden sign from his arms and handed it to Fang Xing.

Fang Xing didn't answer, and said directly: "Give me the truth!"

The stall owner's face looked even more ugly. Through a layer of black veil covering the face, it seemed that the corners of his mouth could be seen twitching. After a long time, he finally took another wooden sign for Fang Xing, and then lowered his head and said nothing. Fang Xing proudly took the wooden sign, and looked in his mind and immediately read out the information of this person: "A disciple of the outer sect of Qingyun Sect, the character Yi of the Heiyan Valley, the 21st room of Hua Qianzhi..."

Fang Xing remembered the identity, name, and house he lived in.

The wooden sign was handed back to him, and the stall owner said powerlessly: "What do you want to do? Can you tell me first?"

Fang Xing laughed and said, "I'll talk about it after thinking about it!"

Hua Qianzhi gritted his teeth and made a secret decision in his heart.

After returning, he destroyed all the things and never did this again, so as not to be coerced by this guy.

"If you think about going back, you will destroy the thing and never touch it again. I can guarantee that the matter of selling fakes in the ghost market will spread throughout the outer door. Hehe, do you think that without evidence, others will have no choice but to do anything about you? Humph, many people who have been fooled are embarrassed and angry. They are eager to find someone to vent their anger. As long as someone can make them revenge, no matter whether there is any evidence?"

Fang Xing's sneering voice sounded: "Besides, since you have done this, your skills are pretty good. If others really want to check you, I don't believe that you didn't leave any flaws. You can definitely find them..."

Hua Qianzhi's body stiffened. After a long time, he sighed and bowed slightly and said, "I'm waiting for the good news for my senior brother!"

As he said that, he started to pack up his things. He really didn't want to stay with this terrifying guy, but after packing up the things and was about to leave, Fang Xing stretched out his hand to him and smiled with a ghost: "Give me my spirit stone back..."

Hua Qianzhi was furious and whispered: "That rest pill is real..."

"But your other things are fake!"

Fang Xing said as if nothing had happened.

Hua Qianzhi was speechless, returned the Fang Xing spirit stone, packed up his things like hiding from a ghost, and left in shame.

Fang Xing continued to wander here, looking for a flying sword that suits him while estimating in his heart. He was born not a normal path. When he saw these fakes made by Hua Qianzhi, he began to plot in his heart. Since he had already taken the handle of this person, he had to use his craft to help him gain some benefits, and he would not do anything if he had fewer benefits.

As for the flying swords in Hua Qianzhi's hand, he looked down on them a little. Even if they were genuine, they were of extremely low grade.

The valley was not big. After a while, almost every stall came to see it. When I arrived at the corner, I suddenly heard two people quarreling excitedly. One of them said: "Senior brother, I have paid 70 spirit stones, which is already a lot. Although your demon spirit pill is rare, it is not the top-notch thing. I am already very sincere in the price!"

"Seventy spirit stones?"

Fang Xing's ears subconsciously stood up, and his palms couldn't help but squeezed them tightly.

"This is the amount of spirit stones for a level-level disciple for about three years. What kind of elixir can be worth this price?"

"Senior brother, there are seventy spirit stones, but I have already said that this pill will only be replaced with stone spirit scattered!"

Another voice sounded, and it sounded a little familiar. Fang Xing thought about it carefully and his anger suddenly rose.

He heard who this person was, and it was Hou Qing.

Fang Xing is a very revengeful person. Once he holds a grudge against someone, he will be really impressed and will never forget it for ten years!

Although half a year had passed since the mountain gate, he still remembered immediately.

When he turned around, he saw a young man sitting on a bluestone near the edge of the cliff, with a white towel covering his face, which was covered by the shadow of the mountain under the moonlight, so it would be difficult to notice him. If he didn't know who he was, it would be fine. Since Fang Xing heard this sound, after looking carefully, he clearly recognized him from his eyebrows and eyes, which was Hou Qing who had arrived at the mountain gate at the beginning.

"Okay, my enemy is narrow and I happened to meet this guy. Let's see what he wants to do!"

Fang Xing thought to himself, so he found a place not far away and sat down and listened.
Chapter completed!