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

Chapter 116 The Treasure Delivered to Your Door
The old man nodded, and another dark purple ring-shaped jade pendant popped out.

Song Yun took it over and took a look. The shape of the jade pendant was very simple. There were no patterns on it, but the material was extraordinary. When he touched it, he immediately calmed down a lot, all distracting thoughts disappeared, and his mind was clear.

"What is this?"

"This is the soul-guarding purple jade. The biggest function is to prevent your soul from being infected and infiltrated." The old man said solemnly, "I hope you can wear this jade as much as possible to ensure that your soul is as clear as ever and not contaminated."

There is nothing wrong with Yu, but Song Yun couldn't help but have a strange thought in his heart when he heard his tone——

"This person ran from the East China Sea to Anxi, and the biggest purpose seems to be to give this piece of jade?"

Song Yun didn't agree to anything, but only tentatively said: "I am a Martial Saint, my blood is as strong as fire, ghosts and immortals can't get close, who can infect my soul?"

The old man smiled mysteriously, "Naturally, there are existences more terrifying than ghosts and immortals in the world."

Ask again, but the old man just shook his head.

"I hate the Riddler." Song Yun pouted, threw the Soul Sealing Bottle out, and warned by the way:

"Qianmian, spare your life this time, next time it will fall into my hands, without the three heavenly treasures, you don't want to be traded away."

Venerable Qianmian was overjoyed to have escaped from death, and he dared not provoke again, so he responded obediently.

The transaction was successfully completed, and several Donghai Loose Cultivators breathed a sigh of relief, but they also felt distressed.

Originally, it was only necessary to trade the Venerable Thousand Faces, at most one Heaven Rank Supreme Treasure.

In the end, they rushed at Song Yun rashly, taking another treasure in vain, and Wen Qiu even lost an arm, which was a big loss.

Staring at the white-clothed young man not far away, a few people were undecided in horror, knowing that they still underestimated the strong people in the Central Plains and the young people.

This is an evil star in the city, and I can't afford to offend him.

Song Yun was naturally very satisfied.

The treasures exchanged this time are very good, one to protect the body and one to protect the soul, both of which are most needed, and are more valuable than tens of thousands of points of cultivation.

If they can trade like this, he hopes that the people from Xuanji Pavilion will come to Anxi more times, so that he can do a good job of hospitality.

"Okay, I'll leave everyone alive to you. If you have nothing to do in the future, you can come again. I'll wait for you."

Song Yun waved his hand, indicating that the few people can get out.

"Wait a minute." The old man said, "There is another separate transaction, and Venerable Song can consider it."

"Go ahead."

The old man stroked his beard and said slowly: "Enemies should be resolved rather than knotted. Xuanji Pavilion hopes to reconcile with Anxi!"

"The enthronement ceremony is over, but we haven't offered a congratulatory gift yet—this time, I will add 10 taels of gold, or the equivalent necessary supplies, what do you want?"

"10 taels of gold? Xuanji Pavilion is really rich and powerful. So much money was given away directly. What do you want?" Song Yun was a little surprised. This was the first time he had seen this enemy take the initiative to send money to the door.

The old man said: "Xuanji Pavilion can establish a trading channel with you and send a few people to stay in Anxi. If you need any information or materials, you can trade them at any time. If you have anything to sell, you can also handle it through us. .”

"Trading? It's not impossible, but it's an equivalent transaction. It doesn't matter who wins and who loses. Is your 10 taels of gold worth it?" Song Yun looked at the few people suspiciously, wondering what their plans were.

Looking at the expressions of Shan Feiying and Wen Xia, they were also shocked. If they didn't pretend to be intentional, they would not have expected this proposal either.

Song Yun still turned his eyes back to the old man, trying to see the clue from his eyes and expression.

"Let's say it in advance. It's just a deal, not an alliance. Don't try to drag Anxi into the camp of casual cultivators in the East China Sea. If you really want to make trouble, I won't hold back."

"Of course." The old man smiled, "Song Zun became a martial saint at the age of 20, and has unlimited potential. It is worthwhile for me to spend some coffin money and invest in advance."

"As long as Venerable Song answers one of my questions truthfully, 10 taels of gold will be given in full, not a small amount."

Song Yun: "Ask."

The old man lifted his bamboo hat, revealing a pair of sharp eagle eyes, and suddenly stared closely at Song Yun's eyes, as if he could see through his heart at a glance, and at the same time said in a deep voice:
"What is your origin? Which ghost is reincarnated? Are you planning to dominate the world?"

"Just ask this?" Facing the invisible pressure from the old man, Song Yun showed no signs of nervousness, and smiled casually:
"I'm not reincarnated, and I don't have any origins. I'm just a pawn in Anxi, a warrior in town."

"Whoever attacks Anxi, I will kill him. It's just for self-protection. I have no interest in tyranny."

The old man supported the bamboo hat and just stared at Song Yun quietly.

The four looked at each other, and no one spoke again.

Shan Feiying and the others looked around in surprise, not knowing what was going on.

After a long time, the old man put back his bamboo hat, and all his aura was restrained again, like an ordinary fisherman at sea.

"It's strange, it's a pity."

"What a pity?" Song Yun raised his eyebrows and asked.

"It's a pity that you fly too high." The old man raised his head slightly, "Even if you don't follow the old path of King Tang Jing, you will encounter bad luck one day."

Song Yun raised his head and looked up at the sky, and had a faint realization, but he just smiled and said:
"I will guard my Anxi, and I will destroy anyone who can't get along with me."

The old man took a deep look at him, turned around and planned to leave, "Xuanji Pavilion will fulfill my promise, I hope Venerable Song can grow up smoothly."

With one step, it has swept away for several miles, and escaped into the depths of the desert.

Song Yun looked at his back and frowned slightly, "You haven't said who you are yet."

"The old man's name has long been discarded, and the world calls me 'Chang Hai Ke'."

Before the words fell, the person had disappeared into the sky.

"Chang Hai Ke? The one who ranks second in the "Valentine Ranking"?" Song Yun glanced at the Solitary Flying Eagles who hadn't left yet, and said with a smile:

"A master of this strength, you Xuanji Pavilion didn't even hide it, just put it on the list?"

Venerable Thousand Faces buzzed in the soul-sealing bottle: "This Venerable has been famous for a long time, and he can't just hide it if he wants to."

"The gold will be delivered by the resident envoys. Don't worry, Venerable Song. I'll leave first." Several people bowed their hands to Song Yun, and then followed Canghaike's direction.

Song Yun held the sword at his waist, and in the Independence City, quietly watching the sunset in the distant desert, lost in thought.

Through the line of Venerable Thousand Faces, so many masters were involved, which was unexpected before.

Fortunately, the harvest was quite fruitful, not to mention the heavenly treasures and 10 taels of gold, and he also got a glimpse of the secrets of the world.

The Xuanji Pavilion was actually supported by some scattered cultivators from the East China Sea. Although Venerable Qian Mian only took care of it on a daily basis, it undoubtedly represented the interests of the East China Sea.

Canghaike, the second strongest man in the world, should be the leader of the entire Donghai Loose Cultivation Camp. For some reason, he even took the initiative to cooperate with him, and paid a huge price for it.

The two heavenly treasures are of great significance, and they cannot be obtained casually.

Send treasure and money, just to establish a trading channel in Anxi.

Song Yun couldn't see the deep meaning behind such an outrageous transaction.

But it doesn't matter, if someone dares to send a baby to your door, then he dares to accept it.

In the future, if Xuanji Pavilion dared to make troubles, it would be enough to do it. Although Canghaike is strong, as long as Song Yun returns to his full strength, he will still have the power to fight in the city, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

"My lord, are you alright?" Lou Chengde, an old soldier from behind, hurried over.

"I'm fine." Song Yun glanced at the thousands of recruits in the city, and couldn't help shaking his head slightly.

"You people, you should send them out after you have finished training. It's not a problem to stay in Anxi all the time. I'm afraid that the aftermath of the battle will kill you all."

(End of this chapter)