Needless to say, the golden nanmu is used by the royal family and is extremely precious.

Dragon Scale Bamboo is even worse. It takes a hundred years for a bamboo to fully grow. It is as hard as iron, but feels like silk. No matter it is cold or hot, it does not feel cold.

The price is at least ten thousand taels of silver, and it's the kind of thing that has a price but no market.

In an instant, he was photographed to pieces by Qin He.

However, the effect is also impressive.

With nearly a thousand years of internal energy and mana, Dragon Scale Bamboo can be shattered into powder, which is comparable to gold and iron. The terrifying blow was such that even a ninth-grade Hanban was stunned by the impact.

His head was buried in the soil, and he paused for several breaths before moving to lift it up.

At this time Qin He took a look?

As expected of a ninth-grade Hanbao, can he handle this?

Come again!

Without saying a word, he turned around, picked up the drinking table, swung it round and hit Hanbao hard on the head with a "bang" sound.

Good guy.

Hanbao's head was buried in the soil again.

The stall owner's heart ached again.

Linden wood table!

The value is still over ten thousand.

It's inconspicuous, but the material is genuine.

And this is just the beginning.

After swiping the table, Qin He went to swish other things on the stall.

"Bang!"

A stool made of Danyang wood.

Worth five thousand taels.

This tree is only grown on cliffs, and there is no shelter. It may be exposed to sunlight from sunrise to sunset, which is very rare.

"Bang!"

A rattan chair made of dragon blood vine.

The value cannot be estimated.

Dragon Blood Vine is said to be a mutant vine that was born by bathing in the blood of dragons. It can only grow in certain special terrains.

"Bang!"

A fire-patterned jade plaque.

Fire jade is produced in lava fields and has fiery red lines. It is warm and moist all year round.

Worth thousands of taels.

"Bang!"

Another Danyang wood stool.

"Bang!"

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Anyway, as long as the Hanba dares to lift its head from the soil, Qin He will definitely shake it back and yell again: "Hit it!"

Anyway, just smash whatever you get.

The effect was quite obvious. After hitting it more than a dozen times, Hanba not only lost its legs, but even its claws became inoperable.

After all, no matter how hard-headed you are, you can't withstand the abuse of someone with thousands of years of inner strength and Taoism.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

It was supposed to be a dangerous battle. First Hanba hit his head on the ground twice, and then with the appearance of this "warrior", his style inexplicably slipped into an incredible corner.

It even makes them doubt,

This person who was beaten was really... a ninth-grade Hanban?

The contrast was so great that they were at a loss as to what to do, and they just looked at Qin He working alone in confusion.

Seeing Qin He lift another stool, some people couldn't stand it anymore.

who?

Stall owner!

As the sixth master of Lingyun Temple, Yin Bailiang has no other hobbies except collecting furniture. The more exotic the wood, the more he likes it.

After traveling for four years and fighting countless monsters, the furniture on the wine stall looked ordinary, but in fact, each item was a priceless treasure that he had saved little by little.

Even the big iron pot used to warm the wine was made of meteorite iron.

No matter how calm he was, Qin He couldn't stand it anymore.

What's so special, it's not your property, so don't feel bad for it.

If we don't stop him, I will have to return to Yunyou overnight.

"Donor, please wait!"

Yin Bailiang hurriedly stopped Qin He, reached out and grabbed the stool that the latter raised high, and said: "It is not recommended to use weapons for fighting and smashing furniture."

Qin He paused, weapon?

Yes, the big shovel is a big shovel with the essence of black iron added to it. It is very exciting to swing.

But the problem is, when this big shovel is used, it will be exposed immediately.

There are too many acquaintances here, so I can't use them.

Now that he is the first disciple of Qing Niu Daxian, he can no longer hide it.

Although there are many trumpets in this Daxian, none of them are redundant.

So Qin He shook his head directly: "I have no weapons~"

Yin Bailiang was speechless. He thought to himself that you don't even have weapons. How did you get away with this land god? He hurriedly said: "There are weapons, but you can't use furniture as weapons."

"Can't use furniture?" Qin He was stunned for a moment, thinking that you are such a small-minded person that you can't bear to part with a few pieces of old furniture.

You just received more than a thousand taels of silver.

"No!" Yin Bailiang shook his head firmly.

"Okay, then there's no need for furniture." Qin He nodded helplessly, put down the stool and gave it back a hundred taels of silver.

The silver took it and quickly put it away to avoid being grabbed by Qin He and defeated again.

However, as soon as he put down the bench, he heard a loud "clang" sound, and the ground beneath his feet jumped.

Yin Bailiang turned around and saw a dark "hood" covering the Hanbao's newly pulled out head. From the head to the neck, it matched perfectly.

Through the hood, you can clearly distinguish Hanba's appearance. The head is the head, the face is the face, and the teeth are the teeth. It fits perfectly.

If you look closely at the dark part, it's obviously a puddle of ash at the bottom of the pot.

On the stove, the iron cauldron that warmed the wine had disappeared.

Astonishingly, Qin He smashed the meteorite cauldron on Han Bao's head, forming it with one blow.

Everyone: "..."

One hundred taels of silver: "..."

"This is not furniture, this is kitchen utensils!" Qin He pointed at the shaped hood and emphasized when he saw Yin Bailiang's face twitching.

Yin Bailiang suddenly had 10,000 voices in his heart: "What a great heavenly lord of immeasurable nitama" and didn't know who to greet.

But now that things have come to this, I can only hold my nose and admit it.

Who makes people become immortals on land?

Hurry up, if you don't get rid of the drought, I'm afraid this furniture will continue to be smashed.
Chapter completed!