who doesn't have a sword

Shen Guanyu and Ao Xian looked at the sword at the same time, um, a round, thick wooden sword with a gap.

I heard the old monk say: "There is a life, Lingshi." He breathed at the young monk, "It's all here."

Someone laughed and said, "Friend Daoist, the old drunkard has sold this sword in Fangshi for 80 years.

You're not the first to quit, but..."

Someone laughed and said, "I don't have any spirit stones!"

"Hahaha……"

Everyone laughed, and the young monk hummed: "The Taiyi Sect's Fangshi indulges local monks and bullies strangers! Let's go to the law enforcement team."

As he spoke, he dragged the drunk to leave, and a few people seemed to stop him unintentionally: "A few hundred spirit stones won't do it."

Hand it over to the law enforcement team, and Lao Zou might be fined like a pair of pants.

Ao Xian pushed Shen Guanyu, and when she got closer, she somehow felt the wooden sword tremble slightly, "Ao Xian, there is a murderous aura on this sword, do you feel it?"

"No." The little divine beast is now in an invisible state, it said: "But this sword is indeed a treasure."

It nodded Shen Guanyu's arm and said, "I bought it."

Then Shen Guanyu's hand was lifted up, several monks looked over, she had no choice but to say: "Fellow Daoist, wait a minute."

The young monk looked at the female cultivator of the same rank who blocked his way, clearly wearing the standard vestment of the Taiyi sect, "Do you want to cover up, fellow Taoist?"

Many monks stood aside to watch the excitement, the shopkeeper of the tavern behind was an outer sect disciple of the Taiyi Sect, he recognized Shen Guanyu, and said via voice transmission: "Junior Sister Shen, Fellow Daoist Zou really got this sword from the Guxiu Cave Mansion.

However, the sword's spiritual energy was completely lost, and it was just thrown at the entrance of the cave. "

"Thank you, brother, for reminding me." After Shen Guanyu replied, he cupped his hands to the young monk and said, "Friend Daoist, can you resell this sword to me?"

The young monk squinted at her and said, "Eight hundred and eighty, I didn't add a single point."

"Okay, I want it." Shen Guanyu was about to dig out the spirit stone.

The young monk said: "A middle-grade spirit stone."

The onlookers suddenly exploded, where did this come from being taken advantage of:
"Hey, you spent more than 8 low-grade spirit stones to buy Lao Zou's broken sword?!" 880 medium-grade spirit stones, if you convert it, it is [-] low-grade spirit stones.

"I remember this thing, the highest he sold was five hundred and eight low-grade spirit stones, right?"

"A Tianleizi in the alchemy stage can only be sold for one hundred thousand, which is no better than a broken sword."

"Hey, I don't understand. When I was young, who didn't have a dream of becoming a sword repairer?"

"But his dream is too expensive!"

Everyone looked at the sword and then at the monk, with expressions like you are a fool.

The young monk's face was a little hot. When he heard about the fairy sword and saw that the sword was engraved with ancient formations, he returned from one thousand to eight hundred and eight, dropped a bag of middle-grade spirit stones and left.

Shen Guanyu is communicating with Ao Xian: "It's quite expensive, do you really want to buy it?"

"Buy it, you won't lose money." Ao Xian patted his chest and promised.

Shen Guanyu said, "You said the same thing when you bought the alchemy furnace.

Over the past ten years, we have filled in more than 100 million spirit stones. "

Ao Xian paused, and murmured: "You have to think about the extra benefits we got."

"Another immortal soul hidden inside?"

"That can't, and you won't meet every time."...

But the young monk heard the discussion of the monks watching the excitement, but he couldn't hear Shen Guanyu buy it again.

And the old drunk man he caught actually stood up and snorted, he said in a hurry: "Don't you all belong to the same group?"

Shen Guanyu quickly threw a bag of Lingshi to him: "Count it."

The young monk took it and saw that it was 880 middle-grade spirit stones, and quickly threw the broken sword.

When he put down the old drunk to the side of the road, he put a protective barrier before leaving.

Shen Guanyu put away the sword, and someone said: "Fellow Daoist, let alone fighting skills with this sword, chopping up a spirit melon is like burning a stick of fire.

You, alas, give it back to Lao Zou. "

"She didn't buy it from me, why should I return it." At this moment, Lao Zou opened the barrier and came out, not even half drunk.

He also glanced at Shen Guanyu and said, "I don't recognize uh."

"Hey, old Zou, the disciples of the Taiyi Sect helped you, and you didn't even say thank you?"

"Yes, yes, that sword is round and rounded, it's really a fire stick.

You sell so many spirit stones, you are almost like a bully. "

Old Zou turned around and walked towards the tavern, and said, "It's all voluntary to leave the business."

"Uh bah, you are shameless, you are as white as Lingshi, how dare you refuse to treat me."

"Pay back my bill first..."

"And the drink I paid for you..."

The crowd dispersed, and the original group of eight hurriedly caught up with Lao Zou.

The tavern manager looked at Shen Guanyu, and still said via voice transmission: "Junior Sister Shen, why don't I make an appointment with Lao Zou for you? He probably hasn't spent all his spirit stones."

Shen Guanyu shook his head and asked: "No need, I didn't buy it with him.

Who is this old Zou? Does the law enforcement team care about him selling swords like this? "

The shopkeeper looked back and saw that the store was not busy, so he didn't go in. He said, "Realist Lingquan Fenglin."

"Thank you, brother, for clarifying the confusion." After thanking Shen Guanyu, she returned to the sect, and she had to study the sword.

Holding the one-foot-three-inch wooden sword, she excitedly returned to Xiang Zhunfeng to find Xia Chuyi: "Mother, how do you feel about this sword?"

Xia Chuyi took it: "I don't feel anything, it's just that the material of this sword, why is it so like Wannian peach wood?"

Shen Guanyu nodded: "People in the market say it is round and round, worse than a fire stick."

Li Chuan beckoned and said, "Bring it here and let me have a look."

Shen Guanyu sent a wave of spiritual power to his hand: "What does it feel like? As soon as I approach it, I seem to have a hidden murderous aura that is about to burst out."

Li Chuan touched and touched, and even held a sword flower and said, "How many spirit stones did you spend?"

"Eighty-eight thousand."

"Not expensive."

"Father, do you recognize it?" Her family's little beast did not recognize it accurately.

Li Chuan: "Girl, I'm convinced of your luck father.

This is indeed a fairy sword.If you want to give it to me, I will chop a storage bag of fire sticks for you and come back. "

Here, Xia Chuyi had already melted his spiritual power into a rope, and with a swish, he rolled the sword over to Shen Guanyu.

He even drew his sword and held it in a flowered manner: "Who still has the sword? Li Chuan, you have saved ten spirit swords in your storage ring."

Li Chuan looked at Shen Guanyu: "Then how can it compare to the fairy sword? I gave you the spirit stone."

Shen Guanyu: ...

Xia Chu flipped the spirit sword in his hand, and hit the opposite side with a move of Qiushui knocking on the sea and the sea: "Want? I will win first."

Li Chuan immediately cast out the water curtain for protection, and the sword light collided with the water curtain with a bang!
Shen Guanyu hastily opened the barrier to collect the water, so as not to let everyone splash all over their faces.

She said: "Well, I brought this sword to see who among you would like it. I'll find Uncle Yousheng to add some materials and forge it again."

"Don't!" Li Chuan stopped immediately, "Do you know what material this is?"

Shen Guanyu: "Yimu? It's not like that."

Li Chuan gave her a white look: "Cut, not all Yimu is suitable for making swords."

"You can tell me what it is." Xia Chuyi urged him.