Mosu: Start the Wushan Five Elements!

　　Su Yang, an 18-year-old to top-level witcher, is the only one with no branches.

　　"To actually kill the Earth Spirit with one's own strength, such a terrifying strength."

　　The old man was amazed.

　　"I don't have anyone like him in the Secret Service yet."

　　Lieutenant General Yimeng said.

　　The old man put down his phone and laughed, "I know what you're thinking. But this Su Yang is a maverick, and it's impossible for him to join the Mystery Bureau and become your subordinate."

　　"I don't dare to accept such a subordinate. I know myself. However, I can be friends with him."

　　Lieutenant General Yimeng said.

　　"Well, this can be."

　　The old man smiled and seemed to understand something.

　　Women's colleges do not stay.

　　"I'm leaving."

　　Lieutenant General Yi Meng walked out of the fishing platform.

　　.......

　　"Master Su, look at this decoration. All of them are made of logs, and they are made of materials of more than [-] years. This is the bedroom. The big bed is made of rosewood, and it is very comfortable to sleep in."

　　A villa near the water, Wei Shuang personally introduced the house to Su Yang.

　　This villa is independent in the suburbs, pure Chinese style, he likes it very much.

　　"What about the price?"

　　Su Yang picked up a porcelain vase with the signature Jingde at the bottom.

　　"Giving it to Daoist Su is the reward for eradicating the demon just now."

　　Wei Shuang leaned back, resting her hands on the bed, her long legs shaking.

　　"I razed your sky garden villa to the ground, won't you lose everything?"

　　Su Yang laughed.

　　"It can be rebuilt. The most important thing is to eradicate demons. Thank you very much, Daoist Su."

　　"You're welcome, then I'll take it."

　　Wei Shuang was ready, but Su Yang was unmoved, she was disappointed.

　　Am I not good-looking enough?

　　Wei Shuang left the villa angrily.

　　Su Yang bought another 200 million car online, it was just a means of transportation anyway, it didn't need to be too luxurious.

　　Guo Xianliang and Wang Pu lived with Su Yang.

　　The villa is very big, but living alone seems deserted.

　　"Brother Yang, I never dreamed that I could live in such a nice villa."

　　Wang Pu burst into tears with excitement.

　　Guo Xianliang said: "We poor people can't imagine the happiness of the rich."

　　"Brother Yang, for such a big villa, I need to hire a few maids to serve it." Wang Pu smiled meanly.

　　"What are you thinking about? Let's go, let's go to the ghost market and get a lot of treasures today."

　　Su Yang drove and took Wang Pu and Guo Xianliang out to the ghost market.

　　At 12:[-] in the middle of the night, Jiangcheng Ghost City officially opened.

　　A dilapidated street with everything for sale.

　　Antiques, elixir, and even ancient corpses.

　　Su Yang completely ignored these stalls and walked to a big shop.

　　"Boss, I have something to sell you."

　　Su Yang sat down and said.

　　The boss is an old man. He rolled his eyes a few times and said with a smile, "I don't know what this little priest is going to sell?"

　　"I got some gold today and want to sell it to you."

　　Su Yang smiled.

　　"Oh, how many do you have?"

　　The boss doesn't seem to care much.

　　How much can you have at such a young age. .

Chapter 20

　　In the former ghost market, some antiques were sold, or tomb robbers were sold.

　　Since the resurgence of demonic energy, the main trading body of the ghost market is the witcher.

　　They either go down to the tomb, or enter the deep mountains, steal treasures, collect elixir, and trade here.

　　Some people seek wealth, while others seek to improve their cultivation.

　　After all, there is everything for sale.

　　The shop owner saw that Su Yang was too young, no more than 20 years old, so he didn't pay much attention.

　　"How much gold do you have?"

　　The boss drank tea with an enamel teapot in his hand, looked down at the computer screen, and counted the deal tonight.

　　"Probably... tens of thousands of pounds?"

　　Su Yang is not very sensitive to numbers.

　　puff...

　　A sip of tea is sprayed on the computer.

　　"How many?"

　　"Tens of thousands of catties, probably, or hundreds of thousands of catties."

　　Su Yang scratched his head, thinking about the same.

　　The boss laughed: "lady, you're funny, I like it. I still have business, so I won't play with you."

　　Picking up the towel to wipe the computer, I almost sprayed the tea into the socket.

　　"Boss, I really have it. You find a place, and I'll give you something."

　　Su Yang said seriously.

　　"Really, there are eight golden pillars, each ten meters, so thick."

　　Guo Xianliang said.

　　After beheading the earth spirit, Su Yang put the eight gold pillars into the ring, and Guo Xianliang saw it.

　　Such a valuable thing, of course, will not let go.

　　"Okay, where is the ten-meter golden pillar?"

　　The boss laughed.

　　Boom!

　　With a muffled sound, a large golden pillar descended from the sky and landed in front of the shop.

　　Ten meters high, two meters thick, a pillar of pure gold.

　　The boss looked out the window, mouth-to-mouth in astonishment.

　　Bang!

　　The tea jug fell on the table, the tea entered the socket, and the short circuit tripped.

　　The huge golden pillar suddenly appeared, and the people of the ghost city were stunned.

　　Is this the golden hoop of Sun Wukong?

　　Su Yang pointed at the golden pillar and said, "Boss, I still have 7 of them, how much is it?"

　　The boss slapped himself twice, his face was burning with pain.

　　"I didn't dream. It's too big."

　　The boss came out of the store, looked up, eyes blingbling.

　　People from the ghost market gathered around and touched it, and even took the opportunity to pick it up with nail clippers.

　　"Pure gold."

　　"Yes, pure gold."

　　"At least... how much?"

　　"do not know."

　　The boss pushed his glasses, pulled Su Yang and said, "lady, let's go in and talk."

　　At this time, a little loli with double ponytails squeezed out from the crowd, with many small puppet pendants hanging on her body, looking up at the golden pillar.

　　"Wow, it's so long, so thick, whose stick is it?"

　　Turning to look at Su Yang, he said with a smile, "Are you a subordinate of the monkey? Why is there such a big golden rod?"

　　"I picked it up, I want to sell it for some money." Su Yangming said.

　　"You're stupid, and you look handsome. This golden pillar is obviously a magic weapon. It's a pity you sold it."