ength is very limited."A century ago, they were wiped out by the major sects working together. Even if they reappeared in the Jianghu, they would be seriously depleted and wouldn't have too much power...Three black men had been hanging around this street for many years, typical hoodlums, naturally knowing the importance of not taking losses. They all cried out: "No more, no more, we don't want this money anymore."
Ye Bufan said: "Are you sure you don't want it 6.2 million is a lot of money, enough for you to spend your whole lives."
The black man said, "Little brother, we know we were wrong. Please forgive us this time, and we promise we'll never do it again."
Ye Bufan looked at the shattered pottery figurines and asked, "Honestly, how much did you guys pay for this thing"
Heikpi knew he had met a tough guy today and could only tell the truth: "30 yuan."
"30 yuan, right Then I'll buy it. Here are 100 yuan, no need to give change."
Ye Bufan said, taking out a hundred yuan bill and slapping it on his face, then turned his head towards the pile of shattered terracotta warriors.
Everyone looked dumbfounded, including Blackskin, who didn't know what Ye Bufan was doing with this pile of junk.
Under the gaze of passersby, Ye Bufan rummaged through the cardboard box and then took out a black ring, the very one worn by the terracotta warrior.
Although the terracotta figure is only 40 centimeters tall, this ring is indistinguishable from an ordinary one, except that it looks dark and has no decoration or patterns. If it were left on a street stall, probably no one would want it for even two dollars.
"What does this young man mean What's the point of finding such a shabby ring"
"Who knows, this ring doesn't look worth anything. I wouldn't even want it for $10, let alone $100..."
Three black men looked at each other, each with a puzzled expression, wondering what the young man was up to.
They, however, were unaware of Ye Bufan's sudden surge of joy in his heart at that moment. He had already seen it when he peeked inside the cardboard box just now.
The terracotta figurine wasn't wearing an ordinary ring, but a rare magic artifact—a storage ring. This was a complete and unexpected delight.
As for how this storage ring ended up on the pottery figurine's hand, it doesn't matter. What's important is that he now has this magical artifact.
This thing may not be an attack weapon, but it's definitely a top-notch artifact. With it, you don't need to carry anything around; just put it in your ring.
He had once seen the properties and uses of a storage ring in ancient medical texts, thinking it was just a legend, but he didn't expect to encounter one today.
Just as he was about to put the ring away, suddenly someone beside him called out, "Sir, would you mind letting me take a look at the ring"
Ye Bufan turned his head and saw an old Taoist priest walking over.
This old Taoist was about fifty or sixty years old. He wore a green Daoist robe and carried a long sword on his back, giving him an air of otherworldly grace.
However, when Ye Bufan saw him, he frowned. Although the old Taoist looked like a respectable person, there was a sinister aura all over his body. At first glance, he wasn't a righteous cultivator.
However, the old man's skills were indeed real. Not only did he have a strong fluctuation of magical power, but his cultivation had even reached the level before he established his foundation.
This was still the first martial arts practitioner he had encountered after receiving his inheritance. It seemed that besides himself, there were other warriors in this world.
At this moment, the old Taoist's eyes gleamed with avarice as he stared at the ring. It was evident that he too had recognized the extraordinary nature of the ring.
Since Ye Bufan had already determined that the other party was not a good person, he naturally would not give up the treasure he had obtained.
He said, "I'm sorry, I don't have a habit of showing things to others."
After saying that, he put the ring directly on his own hand.
The old Daoist clearly didn't want to give up just yet, and said again: "Little layman, this ring seems destined for me. How about selling it to me The old Daoist won't let you suffer a loss. I'm willing to offer 100,000."
When this price was announced, everyone else was taken aback. This ring looked dull and unremarkable; it didn't seem worth much at all. Was this old Taoist out of his mind to offer 100,000
The black-skinned individuals were even more distraught. They had just sold these pottery figures for 100 yuan, and now someone was immediately offering them 100,000 yuan! It's hard to accept this kind of luck.
The storage ring was invaluable to Ye Bufan, of course he wouldn't sell it at random. He said: "I like this ring too, I won't sell it."
A flash of cold light crossed the old man's eyes, and he said again: "One million, will you sell it"
A wave of astonishment rippled through the crowd once again. Though this was an antique street, 1 million was certainly no small sum. Most antiques here didn't fetch that price, let alone an unassuming ring like this one.
Blackskin and Little Flathead's eyes lit up even brighter. 1 million, just like that, it ran out of their hands.
At this moment, they all regretted deeply. If it weren't for the fact that the other party was too powerful to provoke, they would have rushed up immediately to grab the ring.
To their even greater surprise, Ye Bufan merely shook his head slightly, showing no interest whatsoever. He turned and walked away from the crowd.
The old Taoist called out from behind, unwilling to give up: "Young monk, 10 million yuan! This old Taoist is willing to pay 10 million yuan for this ring."
Ye Bufan said without looking back, "Don't talk about 10 million, even if it were 100 million, I wouldn't sell."
"My goodness, what kind of ring is this Is it even more valuable than a top-tier diamond"
"It's impossible, a broken ring can't be worth that much money. I think the two of them are just acting here..."
"Are you crazy They've already left, acting for you Besides, the ring isn't his, it was given to him by those black guys..."
Hearing the number 10 million, Black Skin almost fainted. He even forgot about the pain in his hand.
Such a valuable thing, he actually used it to scam people. The most ridiculous thing is that he didn't get the 6 million, but lost 10 million instead.
And that old Taoist, seeing Ye Bufan refuse to sell, a sinister glint flashed in his eyes, and then he walked towards the outside of the antique street.
Yè Bùfán strolled around the antique street again, visiting almost all the shops, but he didn't find the magic weapon he wanted. He could only leave here disappointedly.
After leaving the antique street, he found a secluded spot and took off the storage ring.
This is an unowned object, very convenient to use. He directly used his divine sense to make a mark on it, and from then on, it would belong to him.
This was a relic from the past, and Ye Bufan wondered if there were any treasures inside. He poured his divine sense into the storage ring, but found it completely empty, with nothing inside.
Although a little disappointed, I later came to terms with it.
This storage ring is a treasure in itself, with its hundreds of square meters of capacity, it's a rare high-grade item among storage rings.
With a thought, everything he was carrying - the cinnabar yellow-marked paper and such - vanished from his hand, all transferred into his storage ring.
This ring houses a self-contained three-dimensional space. It can store anything except living beings.
And the space within the ring is different from the outside; there's no concept of time. Whatever you put inside remains as it is, forever free from worries of decay or expiration.
And just then, a cold voice suddenly came from beside him: "Boy, hand over the treasure quickly, and I can spare your life."ieve it was true.How could a young man at the Immortal Venerable stage possibly kill an Immortal Emperor at his peak That's someone who stands at the very top of the entire Upper Heavenly Domain.Ye B...