Fu Xian Sheng

Chapter 787 Secret Art of Treasure Appraisal

She watched Li Yang closely as he walked to the stone table, her gaze fixed on it as if there were some mystery hidden within.

Out of curiosity, she couldn't help but approach the stone table herself. She saw that it was covered with various strange patterns, and the outermost layer also featured a Bagua diagram.

However, this table appeared to be a single piece, with no hidden mechanisms. She couldn't understand what was so profound about Li Yang staring at these patterns.

"Li Yang, what exactly are you looking at? Do the patterns on this table hold some profound meaning?" Situ Bing'er asked, her face full of curiosity.

"Bing'er, could you do me a favor and... all the patterns here..."

This made my mouth water. After all, I had only dropped one or two pieces of equipment before. To get so many, I swallowed hard. I looked at An Lingxi and Su Jingyao; they also swallowed, their faces filled with anticipation as they looked at me, completely devoid of their earlier shy expressions.

Although they didn't know the name or origin of the mysterious person, they knew one fact: since Dongfang Lengyu could defeat the disciples of Cui Yongxing and Kang Zijian, that mysterious person's driving skills were definitely no less than Cui Yongxing and Kang Zijian.

Then, nodding, she took out a paper-wrapped package. Inside the package was a still-warm pastry.

Li Yu was about to lift himself up again when a sharp pain shot up his leg. Li Yu yelped, his waist losing its tension, and he fell back onto the bed. Li Yu vaguely felt something was wrong. His clothes, his house, his hands – how could this be? Was it a dream? Or...?

I immediately equipped all the gear. I let out a sigh of relief. I was truly lucky to be able to replace this piece of junk sword. Holding the Storm Crimson Sword, it emitted a faint glow.

Hearing this voice, Yue Niang was startled. She instinctively retracted her seductive charm, then chuckled softly.

Before she could finish speaking, she burst into tears. The other person was also in tears, holding back from making a sound.

"It's not to the point of breaking bones and tendons. Although I'm not as wealthy as you, Mr. Zhang, I have enough money for this. Whether it's profitable or not is another matter. Perhaps I'm lucky; ever since I started investing in movies, I've never lost money." Zhou Bai said calmly.

I dodged immediately. Behind me, Meng mm frantically cast healing skills, buffing me. A wave of flying knives finally allowed me to dodge without incident. Just as I thought I had escaped danger.

Ao Yi glanced sideways at the chessboard. She had been healing Ao Kun the entire time, never once distracted.

Uh, Jin Yuanbao awkwardly pretended to scratch his head, seizing the opportunity to retract his outstretched hand. His face was filled with shame, and he didn't know what to say next. This was a disaster; he had tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice, how infuriating.

He Yilin's choice was correct. Staying by his side wasn't ideal; she wouldn't have sufficient resources for her cultivation. The Nalan family was the last resort, and no one would dare harm her. She could take resources as she pleased – why not?

Outside the B City Municipal Party Meeting Hall, dozens of top luxury cars were gathered. Only Jiang Ce's 08 model, a large red Dodge Viper, seemed slightly inferior.

In the past, Heavenly Kings' cultivation only increased Heavenly Power and changed Heavenly Power. However, after becoming a Heavenly King, in addition to increasing Heavenly Power, their physique would likely undergo earth-shattering changes.

The An Lushan Rebellion had already occurred. Would the Huang Chao Uprising be far behind? The chaotic and disorderly Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period wouldn't last much longer. This prosperous era was like a bubble – it would eventually burst, it was only a matter of time.

At the same time, all the mocking and sarcastic expressions on the胖子's face had vanished without a trace, as if they had never appeared there.

Just as He Qingfan finished posing, Li Yuli's voice sounded in his ear. Her big eyes stared intently at He Qingfan, seemingly disbelieving. However, with He Qingfan's cultivation, he was naturally unafraid. He continued to look at Li Yuli righteously, and finally, Li Yuli was defeated and turned her head away, no longer looking at He Qingfan.