The old man's long beard blew loudly, and the small hammer with three stars flashing behind him rose again.

"Don't..." Tang Zheng saw that his attitude was wrong and quickly acted good. "Master Ban, Mr. Ban, don't be angry. If you get sick, no one will take care of it..."

"Looking for death!" The old man withdrew his star-catching power, flipped it out from behind the counter, and kicked Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng narrowed his eyes.

Just as the old man flipped out from behind the counter, he quickly flipped in. Before the old man turned his head, he naturally kicked a lot of air.

Mr. Ban was obviously surprised, then another somersault flip and threw himself into the counter.

But the moment he entered the counter, Tang Zheng flipped it out very quickly.

The two of them went back and forth for more than ten times, but Mr. Ban didn't kick Tang Zheng at all.

The old man in the house sits in the store every day to repair things, and he is obviously lacking in exercise. After turning it over for more than a dozen times, he is already out of breath: "You...if you are my grandson, I will beat you to death."

Tang Zheng is not the kind of person who is not very heart-wrenching. Of course he knows that with the old man’s three-star combat power, as long as the star power surges, a finger can destroy him.

The old man in class didn't catch Tang Zheng even though he was blowing his beard and staring at him. Instead, he took a look at him more.

Because, at this age of Tang Zheng, a life palace has not been lit up yet, but it is a bit late.

However, he has footwork and combat reactions that are far beyond his age.

The difference between cultivation and actual combat is so big that the old man in class can't understand what's going on.

An old naughty boy and a little funny guy were tired of playing, so he sat down again.

The old man in class asked angrily: "You just said, what big business does it have when you look for my old man?"

"Hey, that's not...I don't have an identity nameplate? My friend will introduce me to Jubao Pavilion to solve it."

"This is also called a big business? Three gold and fifty silver!" Mr. Ban snorted and reached out.

"You really look at people's treatment." Tang Zheng could only hand over the pile of Tongbao that he had just got from the old man's hand to his claws.

Mr. Ban didn't even look at it, and threw the Tongbao behind him, and they heard it clanging and clanging. They formed a line in the air, and fell accurately into a small box behind the counter one by one.

After collecting the money, Mr. Ban took out a paper box from under the counter.

Tang Zheng leaned over and saw that the paper box was full of small brands. The big ones were as big as a playing card, and the small ones were only as big as the handle of a can. They were rectangular, square, round, and all colors and shapes.

In a daze, Tang Zheng seemed to have seen those who set up a stall on the roadside in his previous life to set up keys...

"Identity nameplate...well, here." Mr. Ban's eyes became serious. He took out a metal card that was only half the size of a playing card, "Okay, that's it."

He took out more than 20 pens of varying thickness. His star power changed, and the three stars gradually shone. His right hand was as stable as a rock. He grinded ink and wrote a pen in one go.

Various patterns were constantly drawn on the blank nameplate.

The original silver background color was covered with various colors in just a few seconds.

After the old man of the class drew the shadows, he looked up and asked Tang Zheng: "Name?"

"Tang Zheng. Tang from Tangjiabao is upright."

"..." The old man of the class glanced at him, "It's a waste of such a good name."

"..." Tang Zheng was speechless.

"Gender?" Mr. Ban continued to ask.

"..." Tang Zheng was even more speechless.

Mr. Ban waved his hand and continued to ask, "Which aristocratic family is from?"

Tang Zheng shrugged: "Which aristocratic family is the farthest from Wulong Town?"

"Liuyun Family."

"Then let's go to the Liuyun family."

Mr. Ban didn't ask too much: "Birthday and Eight Characters."

"I'm on the 22nd day today, the 10th day of my birthday, and the rest...you can make up for whatever you want."

"Mr. Ban buried his head and wrote it again. After drawing it, he covered it with a piece of paper. But in a while, all the patterns and handwriting on the silver nameplate were gone.

Mr. Ban took out his identity plate and put it together with this one that had just been made: "This one is real, this one is fake, you can see."

Mr. Ban’s craftsmanship is really nothing to say.

Tang Zheng has the ability to pass through every ten seconds of "Everyone Comes to Find Fault" on average. However, even he has been looking back and forth over and over again and again, but he has not found out what the difference between the two certificates is true or false.

"How is it? It's not bad!" asked the old man of the class.

"Well, exactly the same..." Tang Zheng's eyes turned, lowered his head, and his smile became deeper involuntarily, "But, Mr. Ban, I came here because I heard that Jubao Pavilion has a good reputation..."

"The reputation of Jubao Pavilion is guaranteed by the Purple Gold City!" Mr. Ban respected the Purple Gold City very much, and when it comes to the reputation of Jubao Pavilion, he looked even more proud!

"But, yours is also fake! Both are fake!"

"How is that possible?!" Mr. Ban's beard flew up, but he was embarrassed again in a flash, "Damn, I took the wrong one."

When Tang Zheng saw him blowing his beard, he hurriedly took two steps back.

Mr. Ban looked at him again, and took out another identity plate, and asked in surprise: "Yes, these two are fake, I took the wrong one. But... how did you see it?"

There is indeed no problem with the reputation of Jubao Pavilion. Reputation is the foundation of Jubao Pavilion's career and is also something they value more than life.

So, Mr. Ban was very embarrassed. He didn't want Tang Zheng to misunderstand that he was deliberately using fake ones to compare him.

But on the other hand, he was also very surprised, how did Tang Zheng see it?

It is absolutely impossible to tell the authenticity of the identity plate that goes out from Jubao Pavilion with the naked eye!

"Look, here." Tang Zheng pointed to the same pattern among the two fake identity nameplates, and pointed to a painting hanging behind Mr. Ban, "Turn! There is a same stroke in the lower right corner of the painting behind you, so I'm sure the two pictures you gave me are fake!"

Mr. Ban looked at Tang Zheng, and this time he really changed.

It was indeed an accident that he took the wrong nameplate just now, but if it weren't for this accident, how could he recognize such a not-so-simple person?

When Tang Zheng first entered the store, he had a fight with him for a few moments. He only thought this person was interesting, but he lived this life and saw more and more interesting people.

After Tang Zheng bought Yao Mo, the huge difference between cultivation and actual combat showed due to the misunderstanding of his name made him discover that this person might have a secret. However, after living in Wulong Town for so many years, his Ban Yilou is not a meddling in other people's affairs. What does the secrets of others have to do with him?

But now...

Mr. Ban couldn't help but be moved!

Tang Zheng could actually see the same brush stroke habit among three different things!

How shallow should that be?

How thin should that hook be?

What kind of people have such eyesight?

"What is your real name?" Mr. Ban couldn't help but speak.

This kind of problem is actually a taboo in Wulong Town.

Mr. Ban would not ask anyone in Wulong Town.

"My name is Tang Zheng!" Tang Zheng grabbed his ears, "Speaking of this identity nameplate should be a basis for finding it in Bailianfang, right?"

"What are you thinking?" Mr. Ban was so angry that he was beaten up again, "This is a fake nameplate! It's fake, do you know how to write the word "fake"?"

"So... there is no foundation to check?"

"You can go anywhere in Wulong Town with this identity nameplate, because the Bailianfang in Wulong Town does not have a 'Red Dust Book', and they can't find out your bottom line."

Tang Zheng nodded.

In other words, this fake identity nameplate is enough to deal with Tangjiabao.

But he always felt that it was not enough...

If he is not more greedy than others in everything, oh no, he is more enterprising, his choice should definitely be rebirth rather than time travel!

"I want to have the kind that can be found out." Tang Zheng shook his head and insisted.

"Impossible!" Mr. Ban was also very determined, because that was not something he could solve.

"How much?"

"This is not a matter of money!"

The identity nameplate that can be checked is not just a nameplate!

A real identity nameplate must be built by a founder with seven stars or more in Bailianfang, and then the formation master with five stars or more in person draws the formation. When each real nameplate is inserted into the "Red Dust Book", you can read the life information of everyone in the nameplate through the special formation of the Red Dust Book.

"This is the money problem," Tang Zheng raised a finger, "One hundred taels, pure gold?"

"You little boy, have you drunk your brain? One hundred taels of pure gold, can you buy half of the Tang family fort!" Mr. Ban almost fell on Tang Zheng's head with a thunderous thunder.

However, for Tang Zheng, one hundred taels of pure gold was just a small piece of gold bricks piled up into mountains.

And the identity nameplate...

The sooner you get it, the fewer hidden dangers! As long as you can get it as soon as possible, even if you pay ten thousand taels of purple gold, there is nothing wrong with it!

"Not enough?" Tang Zheng stretched out his two fingers, "Two hundred taels? Pure gold!"
To be continued...