One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 115 Negotiating a Deal
If this is the case, the negotiation will basically collapse.

With a cold face, Song Yun stomped Wen Qiu on the ground. The Xuandi Seal seemed to be smashed down at any moment, crushing Wen Qiu's head and soul together.

Shan Feiying and Wen Xia looked anxious, but they couldn't bring out two heaven-level treasures at all, so they could only beg and beg, while discussing other things to replace them, such as heaven-level exercises.

Song Yun remained unmoved.

Although the heaven-level exercises are not bad, but he has no lack of them now. It takes a lot of time to study the three exercises of "Nine Swords of Killing the Sky", "The Blood Emperor's Devouring the Immortals", and "Heavenly Ghost Walking World". , You can't chew too much, and a few more movies don't make much sense.

Moreover, if Xuanji Pavilion trades skills, it only needs to copy one copy, and the loss itself is not big.

Only by handing over the treasures is a real loss, and this group of people will feel pain and know the fate of attacking Anxi!
If these Donghai casual cultivators refused to submit, then Song Yun would kill people face to face and absorb tens of thousands of soul power, which would be profitable.

Such a resolute attitude caused Shan Feiying and Wen Xia a headache. They begged in a low voice, but they couldn't help getting annoyed when they didn't see the other side giving in for a long time.

"Song Yun! There are many strong men among our scattered cultivators in the East China Sea. If we really want to gather together and make a massive attack, can you really hold it alone?"

As soon as Shan Feiying said the angry words, he immediately regretted it.

After some confrontation, he has already realized that the young Martial Saint opposite him is very difficult and extremely strong, threats may only have the opposite effect!

Sure enough, Song Yun glanced at him, the corner of his mouth raised a cold arc, and suddenly he drew his sword.

"No!" Shan Feiying and Wen Xia exclaimed.

Swish—blue and red are intertwined, sword light and blood light suddenly appear.

Wen Qiu let out a cry of pain, and his right arm and shoulder were chopped off by a sword!
Blood flowed, staining the sandy ground below.

Song Yun wiped the blade of the sword on Wen Qiu's clothes, put it back into the sheath, and then looked up at the ugly-looking Shan Feiying.

"My patience is limited, trade or roll."

"It's okay if you can't take out the heaven-level treasure—when this guy and Qianmian become dead, the price will be much lower, and you can take away an earth-level treasure."

Shan Feiying and Wen Xia looked at the painful Wen Qiu in the city, anxiously, "One piece, let's find a way to produce a heaven-level treasure, plus three ground-level treasures and 10 taels of gold, how about it?"

Song Yun said with a smile: "Isn't there a heavenly treasure? If you can get one, you can get two. I'll only exchange two, otherwise there's no need to talk about it!"

"You're trying to drive us to a dead end!" Shan Feiying lost his composure.

Song Yunyi just sneered in the sword city: "Forget it, talking to you two is a waste of time, let you really take care of things."

"What's in charge?" Shan Feiying and Wen Xia were taken aback, and suddenly an old sigh came from the depths of the desert——

"Verun Song has such a keen perception."

Shan and Wen asked in surprise, "You, why are you here?"

Song Yun narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance.

In the depths of the desert, an old man with a stooped figure suddenly appeared, wearing a bamboo hat like a casual cultivator in the East China Sea, revealing a few strands of white hair on his temples, wearing a green shirt, and his demeanor was desolate.

Between the wind and sand, the old man walked slowly, shrinking the ground into an inch, and came to the front from the horizon in a few steps.

He didn't enter the city, but just went outside the city gate, stood in front of Shan Feiying and Wen Xia, and said calmly:

"Let's see who is the most popular martial arts genius this year."

Wen Xia said urgently: "Honorable One, Wen Qiu was..."

"I know." The old man interrupted him, and glanced at the two of them, "Qianmian is messed up, why do you all follow suit?"

Solo Eagle and Wen Xia showed shame.

There was no need to use force this trip, but the three of them changed their minds when they saw Song Yun was seriously injured by Tianlei, and the clinker turned out like this.

The old man didn't blame them any more, instead he looked at Song Yun in the city, his wrinkled old face was revealed under the bamboo hat.

Song Yun also stared at the old man closely.

Holding the hilt of the sword with his right hand, he took a few deep breaths, secretly mobilized the energy in his body, and was ready to fight.

The old man in front of him is the strongest among the many venerables he has seen since traveling.

The aura was hidden, but it was like a vast ocean, which aroused instinctive vigilance in his heart.

Moreover, this person is very good at concealment. He hid in the distance before and couldn't find it at all.

It was this person who planned to show up, and Song Yun was the first to notice that his aura was about to be released.

You can tell without using your hands that this old man is the top expert in the world!
Song Yun was not afraid in his heyday, but today Lei's injury is serious, if he really wants to do it, it will be a hard fight.

Xuan Dixi pressed down, directly on the back of Wen Qiu's head, ready to press down to the end at any time, Wen Xia and Shan Feiying were terrified.

The atmosphere gradually became anxious.

However, the old man sighed slightly, shook his head and said, "Don't be nervous, Mr. Song. I have no hostility. This trip is intended to be a peaceful transaction. Don't you want two heavenly treasures? I'll give them to you."

Song Yun raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

"My lord!" Wen Xia also did not expect this to happen, and was surprised and delighted at the same time.

The old man glanced at the charred black and tattered armor on Song Yun's body, and raised his hand to throw over a set of heavy golden silk soft armor.

This soft armor is simple in shape and looks old, but the dark golden luster on the surface is subtle, the carvings are complicated, and it feels quite smooth to the touch, which shows that it has a strong unloading effect.

"You are wearing the 'Soft Armor Worshiping the Venerable' of the Great Xia Dynasty, which is not enough to resist the power of the sky thunder. I am the 'soft armor dedicated to the King of Heaven'. It is the lowest grade in the sky and has stronger defense. It should be the only one in the world. Set up."

"Heavenly King?" This was the first time Song Yun had heard the word.

The old man patiently explained: "In the early and mid-term period of the Great Xia Dynasty, there was not only one supreme being. Besides the emperor, if someone else was promoted to Yang God or Human Immortal, they would have the title of Heavenly King."

"It's just that the heavenly kings didn't live long, and died early due to various reasons. In the later stage, only the emperor alone supported them, otherwise the Great Xia Dynasty might not collapse."

Song Yun took over this set of "Great Xia Worshiping the Heavenly King Soft Armor", and his mind was full of thoughts.

The people of these recent generations were all born in troubled times and did not understand the situation of the Great Xia Empire.

It was a mysterious history, many things were hidden in the mist, countries were busy fighting, and few people mentioned it.

The old man in front of him seemed to have personally experienced the fall of the Xia Dynasty, so he didn't know the inside story.

He lowered his head to check, and saw that there was nothing wrong with the soft armor, so Song Yun lifted Wen Qiu who was under his feet, and threw him out of the city gate, kicking out the broken arm as well.
Wen Xia hurriedly picked up the person, stopped the bleeding, fed the elixir, and then got busy at the door, trying to connect the broken arm.

"One treasure for one person." As soon as Song Yun stretched out his hand, his strength spread, he wrapped the soul-sealing bottle under the hut, and sent it to his palm.

(End of this chapter)