"Help!"

"Lord Fengzhuo, help!"

"Lord City Lord, help me!"

The soul of the goatee boss struggled to resist Zhang Xiaozu's fist, while asking for help from the director of the Antique Street and the city lord of Tiger City.

With his level of cultivation, these roars were enough to shatter doors and windows and spread throughout every corner of Tiger City.

But in the bustling street outside, no one heard his cry for help.

Because his voice was completely blocked by the ban imposed by Zhang Xiaopou.

He wanted to activate the formation in the shop to attack Zhang Xiaopou, but dense red runes were flying in the air, cutting off the connection between him and the formation.

"Go to hell!"

Zhang Xiaozu's eyes widened with anger, his fist pressed against the soul of the goatee boss, and he hammered him to the ground.

"ah--"

"Sir, spare my life!"

"I lied to you. I am not from Longfeng Villa. Please forgive me."

"I will return the money to you and compensate you with a hundred Tongxuan Pills."

"Please, spare my life!"

Seeing that asking for help was in vain, the goatee boss began to plead urgently.

But Zhang Xiaozu ignored him at all. The moment he had the intention to kill, what he wanted to do was to fight quickly.

Because this is Tiger City and the territory of Phoenix Villa, once there is any disturbance, he has no chance of escaping unscathed.

You might even have to save your life.

Therefore, go as fast as you can without any hesitation.

With a click, Boss Goatee's soul defense was crushed by Zhang Xiaozu's punch.

The red rune chains and Taoist true fire instantly entangled and engulfed it.

"ah--"

The goatee boss screamed miserably.

At this moment, an old man walked out of the door, carrying a large bamboo tube on his back.

The doors and windows of the store were all open. Looking in from the outside, everything was normal in the store. The old man didn't know there was an invisible barricade blocking the door, so he bumped into it blankly.

It bounced away with a thud, and it fell onto its back.

"Ouch!"

The old man was lying in front of the door, screaming in pain.

It immediately attracted the attention of pedestrians and stall owners on the nearby streets.

The old man lay on the ground and groaned a few times. After he regained his composure, he got up and raised his hand to touch his painful forehead. He looked at the door of the shop with confusion on his face and said, "What...what's going on?"

?”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and reached inside the door.

There are many curious eyes staring at the old man around. If the old man touches the forbidden light curtain, it will definitely attract the special attention of these people.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Xiaozu opened his mouth and swallowed the goatee boss's soul in one gulp, then swallowed it into the war gate space to continue refining.

At the same time, he waved his hand and put the body of the goatee boss into the void space, and cleaned up the blood stains in the shop.

Then he took a step to the door, stretched out his hand to hold the old man's rough hand, and greeted him politely: "Old man, please come in quickly. I have been waiting for you here for a long time."

Before the old man could react, he was dragged into the shop by Zhang Xiaopou.

The eyes staring at the old man outside the door were all blocked by the ban. Not only was the line of sight blocked, but also the spiritual consciousness could not see into the shop.

Although these people were curious, especially the nearby stall owners who were familiar with the shop owner, they heard that the voice that greeted the old man came in was not the voice of the goatee boss, but they were curious, so they couldn't go forward to find out, because the antique street

There are many rules. If the seller and buyer trade secretly, it is taboo to peep.

And what Zhang Xiaozhu deliberately told them meant that they had already agreed.

It seems that the deal has been agreed upon long ago and is just waiting to be transacted in the store today.

These stall owners who hang out in the antique street are all human beings. How can they not understand the meaning of the words? However, although they did not step forward curiously to find out, they all focused on staring at the shop door.

Previously, I wanted to know what good treasures Boss Goatee received.

"Ouch! Slow down, slow down!"

The old man was suddenly dragged into the shop by Zhang Xiaopou, and was suddenly startled.

Zhang Xiaozu helped him sit down at the tea table, made him a bowl of herbal tea, and asked: "Old man, do you want to buy or sell?"

He originally wanted to knock the old man unconscious, but he gave up the idea when he found that the old man was an ordinary person with no cultivation, and his body had a smell of loess, as if he was an ordinary citizen farming the land.

I thought that the things in the store were ownerless anyway, so if the old man came here to buy something, I would give him a few pieces for free.

"You...are the boss?"

The old man looked at Zhang Xiaopou suspiciously.

Zhang Xiaozhu's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he immediately realized that he was careless. He didn't consider that the old man might know the goatee boss, so he replied: "I'm not the boss, I'm the new guy. The boss has something to do."

Already."

"Oh, I don't think you look like a boss, you're too young." The old man nodded.

Zhang Xiaozu laughed dumbly.

"I heard that the gentlemen in the city are buying ancient paintings at high prices recently. I happen to have one here that I want to sell. Can you, the new guy, make the decision?" the old man asked.

"Of course I can make the decision, otherwise the boss wouldn't leave me alone in the store, don't you think so?" Zhang Xiaozhu said with a smile.

The old man felt that what Zhang Xiaozu said made sense, nodded, and then began to untie the bamboo tube on his back.

He put the painting in a bamboo tube.

"Old man, what price do you plan to sell it for?" Zhang Xiaozu asked.

In his war gate space, the soul of the goatee boss had lost the power to resist, so his breath calmed down, and he wanted to leave this place of right and wrong immediately, so he didn't bother to look at the old man's paintings and asked the price directly, hoping to make him happy

Dismissed.

"Young man, to tell you the truth, this painting of mine is a fairy painting. It fell from the sky into my yard. You will know it just by looking at it."

The old man didn't rush to quote because he wanted to sell it at a high price, but he quoted the price without even looking at the painting. He was afraid of scaring Zhang Xiaochu, so he let Zhang Xiaochu look at the painting first.

It can be seen that he is very confident in his paintings and thinks that Zhang Xiaozu will definitely agree to his high price after seeing the paintings.

He pulled off the cover of the bamboo tube, poured out a scroll wrapped in white cloth, placed it on the table, and unwrapped the white cloth.

Zhang Xiaozu looked at the scroll revealed when the white cloth was lifted, his pupils trembled, and he was shocked.

The painting hadn't been unfolded yet, but he already recognized what it was.

It is actually Ye Mingyue's painting of the Three Realms.

"Oh!"

"what happened?"

"Why... everything is gone?!"

The old man suddenly stared at the unfolded painting and screamed.

Because the painting turned out to be blank.

Zhang Xiaozu was also stunned as he stared at the blank painting, not understanding what was going on.

Wow!

The old man stood up in a hurry, grabbed the scroll and shook all the paintings away, trying to find the missing paintings, but the scroll looked like paper but not paper, and it looked like cloth but not cloth. There was nothing above it, and not even a single ink dot could be found.

Staring at the blank scroll, he was anxious and frightened. His old face turned red and his lips trembled as he shouted:

"There are obviously mountains and rivers, people with houses, and gods, but why...how did it become completely blank?!"

"This...this...is hell!"

He suddenly put his hand on his heart and felt a pain in his heart, because he was going to sell the painting for two hundred taels of silver, but now the two hundred taels of silver flew away.

Zhang Xiaozu reached out and took the scroll from the old man's hand. He looked at it carefully with his spiritual consciousness, but he didn't notice anything strange. He knew that this was not the place to study the problem, so he immediately rolled up the scroll and said: "

Old man, although there are no paintings on this scroll, the material of the scroll and the scroll is of high quality and can be worth a lot of money. Do you want to sell it?"

"Sell!" The old man nodded hastily.

Zhang Xiaozu turned his left hand and took out a gold bar from the mustard seeds and handed it to the old man.

The old man's eyes widened as he stared at the gold bar. He wanted to reach out and take it, but he didn't dare because he was frightened.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Xiaozu directly put the gold bar into the old man's hand, and then asked tentatively: "This kind of scroll requires a special brush to paint on it. That special brush is more valuable than this painting."
To be continued...