Eight Desolate Sword God

A moment of work, a man wearing a dark blue robes, gray hair, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and a unique badge on his chest walked into the back hall and glanced at the chair. The expressionless Ye Chenfeng asked, “Is you going to sell the array?”

“Well, I have a lineup, I want to identify its value and sell it.” Ye Chenfeng nodded and said, took the golden needle and handed it to the blue robe.

Through the golden needles handed by Ye Chenfeng, the old man in the blue robe frowned slightly, because he found that the paper for making the golden stitches is the lowest level of topaz in the market, each piece of paper The price is more than one hundred and two silver.

Although the paper itself does not affect the quality and power of the array, but how honorable the division is, they will never use this low-grade paper to refine their characters and lower their identity.

And Ye Chenfeng does not have any signs on his hands. Obviously it is not from the hands of the master. If it is not the force of this array, he will not be patiently identified.

After about five minutes, the old man in the blue robe completed the identification. He looked up at Ye Chenfeng and said slowly: “This is indeed a complete array. I don’t know how you got it.”

“Sorry, the origin of this character, please keep me confidential.”

Ye Chenfeng said with apology, he will never easily reveal his secrets, so as not to lead to the murder.

“The array is extremely mysterious, and the old man can only penetrate one or two of them. It is impossible to accurately determine its value. If you can’t tell the origin of this array, my Baiyun shop can only be carried out at the lowest price. Acquisition.” Although the old man of the blue robe feels that the golden needles sold by Ye Chenfeng are very mysterious, he does not dare to risk the big price for the acquisition.

“I don’t know what the lowest price is?” Ye Chenfeng brows slightly and asks.

“Three thousand two silver.” The old man in the blue robe said three fingers.

“Three thousand two silver…”

When I heard the price of the old man in the blue robe, Ye Chenfeng suddenly felt speechless, because the price offered by the old man in the blue robe was precisely the cost price of the golden needle, and it did not count the loss of the high amount of refining gold needles.

“There is no other way to detect the value of my character?” Ye Chenfeng asked.

“There is another way, that is, the power of public trials, but the experimental array, you need to go out.” Blue robe old man said.

“Okay, I know, I am bothered.” Selling hopeless, Ye Chenfeng did not entangle, and got up and left.

Leaving the Baiyun store, Ye Chenfeng didn’t give up, went to other shops to try his luck.

But these shops, either without the identity appraisers, or suspected that he is authentic, even more bad people directly smashed him out, let him eat closed doors again and again.

“Hey, isn’t there anyone in the whole Baidi City who knows the goods?” When Ye Chenfeng was blasted out of the shop, he sighed helplessly.

“Where are you going to find someone who knows the goods?” Ye Chenfeng looked at the crowd in front of him, he was a little discouraged, his brows wrinkled himself.

If you can’t sell the golden pin, then all his efforts will be in vain, and there is no money to buy cultivation resources.

And if he does not cultivate resources, even if he has the inheritance of his brain, his cultivation speed will be affected.

“Yeah, reward notice.”

When Ye Chenfeng walked aimlessly to the center of the city, he unexpectedly found that many people gathered around a vermilion wall to discuss what.

A closer look, he found a yellow notice on the wall.

“The White Emperor’s Lord rewarded 100,000 silver for a medical doctor, and he treated his father, Bai Xishan, who was seriously ill.”

Seeing the reward on the notice, Ye Chenfeng’s eyes suddenly light up. He is now unable to make money, and the opportunity is coming.

“If I can earn this 100,000 yuan, I can change the current dilemma. It doesn’t matter if I don’t sell the golden needles.” Ye Chenfeng muttered to himself and decided to go back and study the medicine. The set of inheritance can wash the vulture veins, heal the disease of Tian Xuanzhen, and go to the city government office tomorrow morning to treat people.

Into the night, the stars are a little bit, and the world is quiet.

“Tian Xuanzhen!”

Ye Chenfeng finger pinches twelve silver needles that are as fine as a cow’s hair, and controls a soul to be injected into the silver needle. In a special way, the fingers gently wave, or thorn or pick, deep and shallow The shallow shot of twelve needles was tied to the acupoints of his arms.

After suddenly, Ye Chenfeng’s arm had a lot of white smoke, and the heat and cold power spread all over his entire arm, giving him a feeling of crispness.

Next, Ye Chenfeng pinched more than ten silver needles again, and tied them to his arm again according to the Tian Xuan needle.

But this time, there were two silver needles that were biased, causing his arm to be stabbed and a stream of blood flowing down his arm.

“It seems that I have not mastered the essence of the Tianxuan needle.” Ye Chenfeng pulled out the silver needle tied to his arm, closed his eyes and summed up the experience, and continued to practice the needle.

Exercise for one night, Ye Chenfeng, who has enchanting savvy, basically mastered the essence of Tian Xuan needle, and the accuracy of needle injection has reached more than 90%.

At present, he lacks experience.

In the early morning, Ye Chenfeng re-applied the human skin mask, carrying the small medicine box that he had just bought yesterday, stepping on the morning sun and heading to the city government.

“A lot of physicians.”

When Ye Chenfeng came to the outside of the city, he found that the usually closed government door was open, and more than a dozen white-haired doctors gathered in the front yard of the city government to discuss what.

But from their frowning brows, it is clear that they are helpless about the condition of Bai Xishan.

The expression of their expression was brought to the bottom of the eye. Ye Chenfeng’s confidence was not affected by the slightest influence. He walked on the bluestone ladder and walked to the city government.

“Here is the city’s main government, and no one is allowed to enter?” When Ye Chenfeng walked outside the government gate, an old man wearing a dark blue robes, gray hair and wrinkles around his eyes came out of the house and stopped. He, the arrogant warning.

“I saw the notice and came to treat the white father.” Ye Chenfeng deliberately hoarse and swearing.

“You come to cure…”

When I heard the purpose of Ye Chenfeng, the white housekeeper stunned and looked at him with vigilance. His eyes were full of doubts.

Although Ye Chenfeng had a human skin mask on his face, it was difficult to hide his tender breath, and his clothes were too cheap, so that the white housekeeper suspected that he was a liar.

“Where is the country, how far is it to go, or I will break your dogleg.”

When the white butler looked at Ye Chenfeng, a man dressed in a gorgeous shirt, tall and handsome, looks handsome and walked out of the house, looking at Ye Chenfeng, wearing a cheap clothes and carrying a small medicine box, with a disgusted attitude. Bad insults.

“Lian Sanjun, how is he here?”

Ye Chenfeng recognized at a glance, the man in the Huashi is his classmate at Baidi College, and the Baidi City is a wealthy family.

“I can go, but I hope you don’t regret it, because I am the only one who can save the white father.”

Ye Chenfeng looked at Lian Sanjun, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his voice was low.

“Mr. Wait.”

When Ye Chenfeng was ready to turn and leave, a tall, elegant and elegant woman suddenly caught up from the house and shouted at him.