School belle forced marriage, my Sharingan was exposed

Not to mention that there are still spiritual artifacts in it, only a small number of them are actually obtained from the ruins.

More often, some ordinary weapons are wrapped in artificially imitated crystals to pretend to deceive those laymen who don't know how to do it.

An insider can tell it's a fake at a glance.

But even so, there are still many people who go to buy goods in an endless stream every day, hoping that they can find a real spiritual weapon and get rich overnight.

If you want to find the spirit weapon that really came out of the ruins, you have to go to that kind of big business.

But there is no way, Meng Hang is too shy to go to that kind of place, so he can only go to the ghost market to try his luck.

After sitting on the bus for nearly half an hour, Meng Hang arrived at the ghost market.

Seeing the scene inside, he was a little ashamed.

Each stall spreads a piece of rag on the ground, places all kinds of crystal-wrapped weapons on it, and starts selling them.

Meng Hang is very skeptical, can there really be a real spiritual weapon in this kind of place?

As the saying goes, a thief never leaves empty space....

No, it's coming, so let's settle down.

Now that I'm here, I'm going to go in and take a stroll.

Meng Hang first bought a pair of sunglasses from a two-dollar store and put them on.

After all, launching Sharingan is too obvious, it's better to keep a low profile.

"Pass by, don't miss it, I have good products from the Fenglan ruins here, and they are [-]% able to produce spiritual weapons."

"Today don't want 99998, don't want 9998, just 998! Here comes the bloody sale!"

As soon as he entered the ghost market, he saw a big man with beards shouting.

Meng Hang just activated Sharingan and glanced at it, then quickly canceled it.

After all, with his current strength, he can only last for 5 minutes, so he doesn't dare to use the ability at will.

Shaking his head regretfully, he didn't find any abnormalities, so he continued to walk to the next booth.

In this way, Meng Hang walked around the ghost market for more than 10 minutes, but still did not find any signs.

Just when he doubted whether his guess was correct, a booth not far away caught Meng Hang's attention.

Under the Sharingan, a weapon on that booth emitted a faint light.

"found it!"

Meng Hang was overjoyed, but he remained calm on the surface, pretending to walk to the booth by accident and take a look around.

What radiated light was an ancient dagger wrapped in transparent crystals. If it wasn't for Sharingan, no one would be able to tell that it was a rare spiritual weapon.

The stall owner is a monk in cassock with ring scars on his head.

Seeing that the person who came was a childish student, he looked like a layman.

Eyes lit up, thinking that today is finally going to open, and this little fat sheep can't let go.

"Amitabha, I don't know which spiritual weapon the little benefactor is looking for, just tell the poor monk."

"To tell you the truth, my little benefactor, these weapons are all brought out by the poor monks and elders who explored the relics back then. They are absolutely genuine products from the relics."

"If it weren't for the recent remodeling of the golden body for the Buddha in the temple, the poor monk would never sell these things."

Hearing what the monk said, Meng Hang curled his lips in disdain.

He had already checked it with Sharingan, and except for the dagger emitting a faint light, everything else was a pile of scrap metal.

Meng Hang pretended to pick and choose casually, and finally picked up the dagger.

"Master, how much is this dagger?"

The monk in cassock quickly waved his hand.

"Hey, little benefactor's words are wrong."

"As a monk, how can the poor monk talk about money!"

"Say fate! 18000 yuan!"

"How many?"

"Master, it seems that you really want to use gold powder to create a golden body for the Buddha in your courtyard!"

The corner of Meng Hang's mouth twitched, and he said mockingly.

The great monk was not embarrassed, put his hands together, sang the Buddha's name, and replied:

"These are what we as disciples should do!"

"I see that your face is also made of gold..."

Meng Hang also stopped talking, got up and pretended to leave.

As soon as the monk saw that the duck with its beak was about to fly away, he quickly stood up to stop it.

"Little benefactor, little benefactor, why are you so impatient!"

"Meeting is fate, the price is negotiable!"

"Well, tell me the number!"

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Chapter 9 Essence Core

Hearing what this monk said, Meng Hang was not polite.

"Then erase it!"

The great monk made quick calculations in his mind, and then agreed without hesitation.

"Deal, 1800 is 1800!"

Meng Hang glanced at him strangely and said:

"I'm talking about erasing zero!"

"Isn't 1800 just erasing zero?"

"I'm talking about erasing all three zeros!"

"What?"

After listening to Meng Hang's words, the great monk really quit.

"Little benefactor, that's not how you bargain!"

"Oh, forget it, I just came for a stroll today."

After finishing speaking, he wanted to leave again.

The great monk hastily grabbed him again.

After some bargaining, Meng Hang finally won the dagger with a "huge sum" of 20 yuan.

"Little brother, I still have the relics left by the Buddha back then, are you interested in taking a look? Absolutely no deception!"

"Pull it down, you'd better keep it for yourself!"

After Meng Hang left a word, he turned his head and left without the slightest nostalgia.

Putting the dagger into his arms, his heart couldn't stop beating.

With this ability, if you have the opportunity to take a walk around the ancient battlefield in the future, it will not be an overnight fortune!

After walking around the ghost market for another 10 minutes, I went through all the stalls, and found no more spiritual artifacts, so Meng Hang had to leave reluctantly.

He didn't go home directly, but came to a remote alley.

After looking around and making sure there was no one there, he took out the dagger bought with a huge sum of money.

Slam the dagger hard against the wall.

With a crisp "click", the crystals on the outside of the dagger shattered inch by inch.

Meng Hang held the dagger that had seen the sun again, and there was a sense of coldness on it.

When he poured his meager spiritual power into the dagger, the originally inconspicuous dagger suddenly emitted a touch of light.

Swinging the dagger, he lightly stabbed at the wall next to him.

"Pfft~!"

The dagger easily pierced into the wall like cutting tofu.

"Huo!"

Meng Hang couldn't help exclaiming in a low voice.

I didn't expect the spiritual weapon infused with spiritual power to be so powerful.

Carefully putting the dagger back in place again, and seeing the already dark sky, Meng Hang hurried home contentedly.

This day can be said to be full of harvest.

Not only learned the breathing method, but also got a spiritual weapon.

Although I don't know the quality of the spiritual weapon, even the lowest-level spiritual weapon is not something an ordinary family can afford.

He hurried home, carefully put the dagger away, and began to practice cross-legged on the bed.

Meng Hang didn't put it down just because he got a spiritual weapon, and played with it all the time.

He knows that whether it is a supernatural power or a spiritual weapon, it needs mental power to support it!

Adjusting his breathing according to the breathing method, Meng Hang entered the void space again.

That crystal droplet was still suspended in the air, and wisps of mist slowly condensed into it.

In this way, the night passed unconsciously.

When the alarm clock rang, Meng Hang woke up from his practice.

"It's been a whole night!"

Meng Hang was a little surprised.

In the empty space, he couldn't feel the passage of time, and he thought it was only a few hours.

After not sleeping all night, he didn't feel tired, but refreshed.

And this night of practice, Meng Hang's mental strength has also changed significantly.

The liquid formed by mental power changed from one drop to two drops.

And the mental power column in his attribute panel has also changed from 29 to 61.

"Gululu~!"

Originally, Meng Hang was still immersed in the thrill of cultivation, but was interrupted by his unsatisfactory stomach.

After thinking about it, I didn't eat last night, no wonder my stomach protested.

After washing up, he went out to the school.

As for the dagger, after thinking about it for a while, he felt that it was not safe to keep it at home, so he decided to carry it with him.

After eating six steamed buns at the breakfast shop on the way, Meng Hang felt ashamed.

Normally, I would be [-]% full after eating two, but today I was half full after eating six.

It seems that practicing really consumes energy.

After touching the pocket of his trousers, which was cleaner than his face, he could only swallow his saliva, and left helplessly.

......

The glamorous Ye Qianwen stood on the podium, looking at the students below with a smile.

"Presumably, during the practice last night, you have all learned the breathing method and felt the beauty brought about by the practice."

As soon as these words came out, there was a voice of agreement from below.