"Young master, take a look. These are all found from ancient ruins. They are absolutely genuine, with good quality and low price. You can carefully create and see clearly." The street stall owner was very enthusiastic. He waited for a long time before such a customer.

"Are these real products?"

"Of course, although most of them are residual products, they are all dug out from ancient ruins. Look, there are only ten spirit stones."

"You're too cheap. If it was found in ancient ruins, it would be a priceless treasure." Ling Xiaotian said with a smile.

The street stall owner smiled and said, "Young Master, you don't know. These things are obviously real, but no one believes them. I am also very depressed about them. I can only sell them cheaply, earn some hard work, and only sell them with destiny."

"Oh, is that true? Where are the ancient ruins you mentioned?"

"This" stall owner Zhizhi couldn't answer.

Ling Xiaotian smiled and said, "Is it a secret that cannot be told?"

"That's right, please forgive me. I have to rely on this thing to make money to support my family. Once I tell you, it will be difficult to make money in the future." said the street stall owner.

"Okay, since it's a good thing, I'll buy a few." Ling Xiaotian scanned his spiritual sense and immediately locked in three seriously damaged books. The reason for these three books is that the three books have been more than millions of years, and the other days are not long. He just intends to work, so he didn't point them out.

"I just need these three books." Ling Xiaotian handed the broken books to the street stall owner.

"Young master has good eyesight. These three books are the best secret books I think. They were originally intended to be the foundation of the stall, but I also said before that if you sell goods, you will receive thirty spirit stones."

"I'll give you a medium-grade spirit stone." Ling Xiaotian smiled and handed the spirit stone to the street stall owner.

"No, I'll find you. Doing a business requires honesty. You will need as much as you say you want." The stall owner really retrieved seventy spirit stones in his pocket for Ling Xiaotian. When he raised his head, Ling Xiaotian was gone. "It seems that the old man is right, there is really someone who knows the goods." After the stall owner said that, he cleaned up the stall and disappeared.

When Ling Xiaotian appeared again, he did not go far. Such a precious secret book was sold so cheaply. There was something strange about it. It seemed that he was not wrong.

Open one of the books, which reads the Lingyin Records. The first pages disappeared, and the next dozen pages are still complete. Lingyin also has an explanation, which is to hide spiritual consciousness. How can such a good thing be bought? Even the residual book is priceless. You can create a brand new set of martial arts from above, unless what he said is true, but the old man in his mouth clearly knows the value of the residual book, which is interesting. It seems that if you don’t understand it, you will keep thinking about it.

He put away the broken book, disappeared, and followed the street stall owner. Ling Xiaotian left a wisp of divine thought on his stall. Following the divine thought, he quickly found the place where the street stall owner was. Ling Xiaotian stopped in a valley outside the city. Outside the forest, there was a bamboo forest. Three bamboo houses were located in the bamboo forest. An old man with fairy spirit and a fairy-like traitor was sitting outside and tasting tea, and next to him was the street stall owner just now.

"Master, the thing was bought."

"Oh, there is indeed someone who knows the goods. What did he say?"

"It seems that I don't believe there are ancient ruins."

"If you don't believe it or not, you just need to sell the book."

"Old man, why can you calculate so accurately? Someone is here to buy it today."

"The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed."

"Tsk, I use the secret of heaven to fool people every time. I am still not your disciple. I always leave the bad things to me and sit here to taste tea. I have been so bad that I have been so bad for eight lifetimes. How could I be your teacher at the beginning?"

"As a teacher for one day and a father for life, of course, you have to do whatever I asked you to do. At the beginning, you asked me to accept you as your disciple, not me asked you to be my disciple." The old man smiled.

"Hey, old man, I curse you to die sooner."

"You don't need to curse me. I will die when the time comes. This day should be soon." The old man said.

"Damn old man, I'm just saying that you're serious and don't bother with you. I'll go to sleep." After the stall owner said that, he entered the bamboo house, leaving the old man alone.

"Friend, since I've come, I haven't shown up yet. I've served tea and waited."

Ling Xiaotian was stunned. He restrained his spiritual energy and said that there should not be anyone who discovered him, so he was about to go out. Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter from far to near. A red-haired old man appeared beside the white-haired old man in a black robe. Ling Xiaotian thought to himself that he was careless and almost exposed his movements.

"Senior brother, don't be fine." The red-haired old man smiled.

"I can't die yet. I didn't expect you to find this place. Flowers are really thinking."

"Of course I spent a lot of thought. I have always been thinking about you. How about it, senior brother, you can tell me now."

"say what?"

"Stop pretending. I know everything about your disciple selling secret books of ancient ruins. Although they are all broken books, they will definitely not be wrong. The master only told you back then that this is too unfair to me."

"Why don't you think about your own problems? The master's departure is to protect the ancient ruins, and are you protecting them?"

"Of course it's."

"If so, the master had told you a long time ago, so how could he tell me alone? OK, I don't know what kind of person you are, what are you pretending to be?" said the white-haired old man.

"Xuanyuanzi, don't be shameless." The red-haired old man was angry.

"Don't worry, have a cup of tea." The white-haired old man smiled.

The red-haired old man patted the wooden stake, and the tea set was shattered, "I'll let you drink."

"Junior brother, I still can't change my temper for so many years. I won't tell you about the ancient ruins. If I have lost my heart, I will still recognize me as my senior brother, come and sit down when I have time."

"Nonsense, if you don't say it today, I will send you to hell myself."

"Why do you have to do this with your fellow disciples?" the old man with white hair sighed.

"Hmph, there's nothing to say. Don't you have a disciple? If you can't kill you, I can kill him." The red-haired old man smiled ferociously.

"It seems that there is nothing to say. Let's do it. I want to see how you have made progress over the years."

"Of course I won't let you down." After the red-haired old man said that, a red light flashed on his body, and a mysterious talisman picture appeared on his mind, and a powerful force pressed towards the white-haired old man.

"The blood seal of the universe, you have actually escaped into the devil's path." The white-haired old man was shocked.

"Ha know what a different path means to return to the same destination? No matter whether it is a Tao or a demon, as long as you can enter the fairy world, you are an immortal." The red-haired old man smiled.

"You are no longer qualified to be my junior brother. Today I will clear the door for the master." Xuanyuan Zi was furious.

"I have never had you as a senior brother. If you hadn't told your master that I was at the foot of the mountain, I wouldn't have reached this point today. Come on, you either die or I die today." The red-haired old man shouted loudly, the talisman behind his head enlarged, slowly rising into the air, and immediately covered within a mile of radius, and the blood evil energy began to rage.

"What the hell is the old man?" At this time, the stall owner jumped out of the house. In an instant, the red bamboo house was swallowed by the blood-red color, and there was no sound. The bamboo house eroded in an instant, and the stall owner took a deep breath.

"Disciple, you go first." The white-haired old man slapped behind the stall owner, and a passage opened.

"Old man, I can't leave you."
Chapter completed!