Chapter 266： Picking up leaks is not so easy to pick up 1

Sure enough, picking up leaks was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Even if she had a magnet in her hand, she could only find traces of the other party within the range.

Looking at the gradually lit sky, Qiao Yian set off to each booth again, running around in the crowd.

Even though her starting point was lower than everyone else's and she learned later than them, she had supernatural powers in her hands, and it would be ugly if she lost. What's more, people are fighting for a breath, and Buddha is fighting for a fragrance. She is a friend who doesn't want to lose to Pei Yayuan at all.

The other party didn't take her seriously last night, and wanted to humiliate herself over and over again. She had to give the other party a little color to relieve the tone of yesterday.

As Chaoyang went inside, the number of people inside increased exponentially. Both the stall owner and the buyer increased exponentially. Qiao Yian was squatting in front of a stall and was sweating profusely. She carefully protected her stomach. Being bumped, he checked the things on the stall.

Along the way, although the halo emanating from many things is small, it still contains a few traces of anger. These anger are gathered and absorbed by Qiao Yi'an's eyes, which can be regarded as making up for some of the constant use of abilities along the way. Otherwise, if she uses her abilities on such a large scale now, how can she last for such a long time?

The last time I eliminated toxins from my body, I had almost completely used up the spiritual dew in my body, leaving only a little bit of luck to maintain my own abilities.

Qiao Yian raised his hand and picked up a small porcelain cup next to him, and pretended to look closely with a flashlight. In fact, his eyes were already looking at other things on the booth. At this moment, a dark brown one looked like A small pen holder that looked like a stone but was actually a wooden sign appeared in front of Qiao Yi'an!

The pen holder seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen centimeters high, and it was as long and wide as Qiao Yian's palm. He stayed in the far corner of a pile of things. Yellow light, the soft yellow light appeared in Qiao Yi'an's dim vision, like a bright light, it was fascinating to look at,

The yellow halo is not too big, it only looks like seven or eight centimeters, but the rich vitality in the halo can't be ignored by Qiao Yian!

Qiao Yian's eyes dimmed slightly, she slowly put down the small porcelain cup in her hand, and picked up the pen holder as if carelessly. When her eyes absorbed the anger on the pen holder, she carefully observed the pen holder. Come.

This is a wooden pen holder carved into landscape figures. The whole pen holder is carved from large pieces of wood.

Qiao Yian carefully touched the relief on the periphery of the pen holder with her thumb. The landscape on the entire relief was very delicate, the knife was sharp and free, and a cold and greasy touch spread on her fingertips. Looking at the touch, Together with the size of this peripheral halo, it should be a Ming Dynasty agarwood wood carving landscape character pen holder!

It was the best of all the things she had seen today!

There was a trace of joy in his heart, Qiao Yian resisted the act of putting the pen holder on the tip of his nose and sniffing, and held the small porcelain cup he had seen before in his hand.

Qiao Yian grabbed the wooden pen holder and the small porcelain cup, and asked the stall owner, "Boss, how do these two things count?"

This stall owner is a middle-aged man in his 50s. He is thin and short. His hair looks like he hasn't washed it for a few days. It's a little greasy. fingers.

"One price, fifty thousand!"