In the room, Fang Zixuan was looking at a piece of jade slip.

After officially joining the Baopu Sect, Fang Zixuan began to plan for his future cultivation resources. On the premise of not going out to practice, for Fang Zixuan, he can only rely on alchemy.

After a long time, Fang Zixuan put away the jade slip, and then went out to prepare to go to the Alchemy Hall to get some elixir to start the refining of the three-pin pill.

And before he reached the bottom of the mountain, he saw a group of people standing there in the distance, as if they were looking at something. So Fang Zixuan walked up.

Before he could get closer, a voice suddenly said anxiously: "Quick, hurry up." ”

Fang Zixuan couldn't help but be stunned, because this was actually Lao Ruo's voice. It wasn't a short time to know Lao Ruo, but it was the first time Fang Zixuan had heard him talk to himself in such an anxious tone.

"Quick. Lao Ruo continued to urge.

Fang Zixuan suddenly came back to his senses, and then walked quickly towards the crowd.

I saw a middle-aged man sitting on a stone, with a large animal skin in front of him, and the animal skin was covered with all kinds of miscellaneous things. It's just that these things are basically broken, and some of them still have obvious signs of age.

Antique.

Probably because they learned about the origin of these antiquities from the disciples in yellow, many people picked up a certain antiquity with great interest and looked at it carefully.

Seeing that someone was coming over again, the middle-aged man raised his head and looked at Fang Zixuan and said, "Little brother, if you are interested, you might as well take a look, maybe with the opportunity of the little brother, you can find something very interesting from these antiquities." ”

Although this man is a bit unkempt, no one can deny his handsomeness.

"The broken knife. Lao Ruo said anxiously.

Broken knives?

Fang Zixuan's gaze couldn't help but fall on something on the animal skin.

This is a broken knife, a broken knife with obvious vicissitudes of time. There are some patterns on the handle, but they are a little blurry. As for its blade, only about an inch long remains, and the section is oblique, but it is relatively flat, as if it was cut by a sharp soldier. Again, it has some patterns on it. Other than that, there's nothing special about this broken knife.

"What, little brother, have you taken a fancy to this broken knife?" The middle-aged man couldn't help but feel a little surprised in his heart, because if he looked at it alone, this broken knife was the most valuable among the pile, and it was still the kind with extremely high value. However, it's a pity that this knife is really useless.

Fang Zixuan didn't think that he could deceive this middle-aged man, after all, just looking at his age, he was definitely much older than himself, to put it mildly, he had walked more bridges than he had walked.

"Well, because I use a knife. Although he can't hide it from this middle-aged man, he shouldn't be able to see through his lies.

The middle-aged man seemed stunned for a moment, and then said, "Little brother, although it looks like it's just a broken knife, its origin is not small, so its value is not low." ”

"Oh, what is the origin of this broken knife?" Fang Zixuan said curiously.

The middle-aged man looked at Fang Zixuan, as if he wanted to see from his expression whether he really didn't know the origin of this broken knife.

After a few breaths, the middle-aged man said slowly: "Holy soldier." This is a holy soldier. ”

As soon as the word holy soldier came out, everyone couldn't help but be shocked.

As the name suggests, it is the spirit soldier used by the Martial Saint and the Demon Saint, and it is also the most powerful eighth-order spirit soldier in the Five Elements Continent. And now, there is actually a holy soldier in front of his eyes, although this seems to be a broken holy soldier. But no matter how broken it is, it's still a holy soldier after all.

"Old Ruo, is this really a holy soldier?" Fang Zixuan hurriedly asked.

"Well, but the soldier spirit in it has long been worn out, and it itself has been completely scrapped, and it has no value in returning to the furnace for retraining. Its only value now is collectible. "Lao Ruo has returned to his previous calm at this time.

So that's the case, no wonder this person would take out this broken knife and sell it, with this person's eyes, if there is some value, he is afraid that he will not easily sell this broken knife of the holy soldier level. Of course, it is not denied that there are some things that he sells because he has not been able to see their intrinsic value.

What is called leakage, this is called leakage. Those who sell antiquities will definitely identify them before selling them, and they will sell them because they think they are probably worthless.

As for the value of this broken knife, although Fang Zixuan felt that Lao Ruo's words were credible, since it had no value, why did Lao Ruo still want this broken knife? Does he want to use it for collection? Or is this broken knife one of those things that Lao Ruo has been looking for?

It's possible!

In that case, let's buy this broken knife yourself.

So Fang Zixuan said, "Senior, can you let me take a look?"

"Of course you can. The middle-aged man said.

Fang Zixuan picked up the broken knife.

Heaviness!

This was Fang Zixuan's first feeling, even if Lao Ruo said that this broken knife had been completely abolished, it was still at the level of a saint soldier.

Then, Fang Zixuan began to observe carefully.

The handle and the pattern on the knife body look a little special, as for how special, Fang Zixuan can't say, anyway, he just thinks it's a bit special.

As for the broken wound on its blade, Fang Zixuan touched it for a while, and he didn't see that it was interrupted by something, maybe it was another holy soldier, or maybe it was something very powerful and mysterious.

Fang Zixuan actually didn't know much about spirit soldiers, so he couldn't see anything special on this broken knife. With his strength, as long as the spirit soldier can get by, there is no need to pursue the kind that is very handy. Of course, that was before the realm of Wuhou, and after reaching the realm of the martial king, ordinary martial artists would try their best to let the refiner create a suitable spirit soldier for themselves, so that they could better exert their strength.

The middle-aged man looked at Fang Zixuan with interest, not knowing whether he was laughing at him for not being able to do anything, or hoping that he could see something from it.

The others also looked at Fang Zixuan and the broken knife, but like Fang Zixuan, they only saw that the pattern on the handle of the knife seemed to be a little special, and the others didn't know.

After a long while, Fang Zixuan said: "Senior, although I didn't see anything, I also knew that this Saint Soldier-level broken knife should be useless. First, after so many years, the spirit of the soldiers in it should have been worn out. Second, it itself has been completely scrapped, and it has no value in returning to the furnace for retraining. In other words, there is only one value left for it at present, and that is collectible. After all, holy soldiers are not seen by everyone. Senior, I don't know if I'm right?"

The middle-aged man looked at Fang Zixuan and smiled: "Hehe, you kid has a little eyesight, what you said is right." However, to say that this broken knife is completely abolished is not necessarily. ”

"Oh, why?" Fang Zixuan wondered.

"If you can put together the blade part, you might find something special out of it. The middle-aged man arrived.

Fang Zixuan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Because he seems to have a point.