A Billion Times Draw a Sword

  Dozens of seconds.

  All five warriors of the king in the treasure pavilion have been present, in addition to dozens of warriors of the marquis, not only that... some guests who are buying and selling in the treasure pavilion have also "heard the news."

  Among these people, there is no shortage of martial artists, or martial artists...

  Looking at the gathering, more and more people, Ji Wushuang couldn't help frowning her eyebrows slightly, and at the same time murmured in her heart.

   "Emperor soldiers?"

   "There are imperial soldiers here?"

  "Isn't this a garbage disposal warehouse?"

   After hearing the news, the treasure princes of the treasure pavilion heard the old man’s explanation, and they inevitably showed doubts and showed an incredible expression.

   "Is this rust iron sword an emperor?"

Hearing the discussion of the kings, the martial artists around him looked at Shen Houbai at the moment, and looked at the rusty long sword in his hand. Although he wanted to question it, it was Shen Houbai holding the long sword. , Is the king, so no one dared to question him if he was afraid of slapped face.

   "Is there really imperial soldiers?"

  Looking at Shen Houbai, who is still climbing at the moment, according to Ji Wushuang's understanding of Shen Houbai, he is not the kind of man who likes to joke.

  So Ji Wushuang asked himself.

  And when Ji Wushuang was confused...

  Shen Houbai has already risen to the apex, and then...

   ‘Ha’.

  Shen Hou Baisheng shouted loudly like a Hong Zhong, and with this loud shout was Shen Hou Bai's sword swinging towards the sky...

Although it was a sword swung in the sky, because of the pressure of the sword, the people around, except the kings who used the qi to resist the pressure of the sword, the warriors below the king, even the warriors of the warriors, could not help being crushed by the sword. Appeared distorted, and even more unbearable, was even directly overturned by the sword.

   "Fighting... a king warrior!"

   "Is this the warrior of the king?"

   "What a terrible sword pressure!"

  A warrior from Lieyang Palace murmured palely.

   "No wonder he was able to pass through the main entrance just now. It turns out... it turns out that he is really a martial artist!"

  This time, I’m talking about the tall man in the trio of two men and one woman who just experienced imperial prestige at the gate of the Treasure Pavilion.

   "Weird... Mingyu, you are so lucky that you were rescued by a martial artist!" The fat man said in an enviable tone.

  As for the only woman, Mingyu, she looked at Shen Houbai with a pretty face flushed slightly.

"Amazing!"

After two or three seconds, the sword pressure had disappeared. At the same time as it disappeared, Shen Houbai tapped his face with one hand, and then the "Magic Mask" disappeared on Shen Houbai's face, and when Shen Houbai's face appeared In Mingyu's eyes, looking at the cold eyes that he had just seen when he was in a coma, Mingyu covered his chest with one hand.

   "It's strange, why my heartbeat suddenly becomes so fast!"

  At this moment, except for Mingyu’s gaze on Shen Houbai, the others... their eyes are on Shen Houbai’s hands.

  Just now, the long sword was still rusty. At this time, the rust on the surface of the long sword has disappeared, replaced by the silver white of the whole body, and the emperor's breath that only emperor soldiers have.

   "Also... there are really imperial soldiers..."

   Feeling the breath of Shen Hou's white-handed **** soldier, the old man's hand holding the purple clay pot trembles slightly that is not easily detectable.

  A few steps, the old man walked in front of Shen Houbai and continued.

   "Brother, you... how did you know that this iron sword is an emperor?"

  Seeing the old man’s curious gaze, of course Shen Houbai couldn’t tell him that it was because of the system, so he just said nonsense.

   "I feel the aura of imperial soldiers above!"

   "Why... don't you feel it?"

  For a time, the faces of the few treasure chest king martial artists present turned green.

   "Can't you feel it?"

  For a long time, a seal king of the treasure chest asked his companion.

"you ask me?"

  The warrior of the king who was questioned asked speechlessly: "You can't feel it one weight higher than me, how can I feel it!"

  And just when the kings of the treasure pavilion were speechless, Shen Houbai walked up to Ji Wushuang, then looked at Ji Wushuang and said: "I don't need a sword, I will give it to you."

   "Shoo!"

  At this moment, the eyes of everyone present came to Ji Wushuang.

  In their words, ‘this is an emperor soldier, so I gave it away at random’.

  When Ji Wushuang took the long sword, Shen Houbai turned and walked into the warehouse.

   Seeing this, the old man immediately stepped forward and said: "Brother, no... there won't be any emperor soldiers!"

  Looking at the elder's gaze, Shen Houbai said for a long time: "No more!"

"you're lying!"

  Almost immediately, the old man looked at Shen Houbai's gaze.

  Ignoring the old man, Shen Houbai took out a large box from the warehouse, and the box contained the core of the monster.

  As Shen Houbai opened the box, he saw a box full of monster cores, not to mention tens of thousands, there should be thousands of them.

  Close the box, Shen Houbai said: "How many cores of these demons?"

  Perhaps in order to make up for the loss of the emperor’s soldiers at the core of these monsters, the old lion opened his mouth and said: "Ten million, no one less!"

  I thought that Shen Houbai would be angry, unexpectedly...Shen Houbai said nothing, directly to Ji Wushuang outside the warehouse: "Give him money!"

  After speaking, Shen Houbai picked up the box and walked out of the warehouse.

  At this time, Ji Wushuang walked to the old man with an embarrassed face, and handed his jade slip to the old man. At the same time, he said: "Master, there are thirty million here, so much money for the emperor!"

After the words were closed, Ji Wushuang turned around and caught up with Shen Houbai.

  30 million, let alone imperial soldiers, don’t even want to buy king-sealing weapons, but this is all Ji Wushuang can take out now.

   "Shen Houbai, you... are you really going to give me this emperor soldier?"

  Can't believe it, Ji Wushuang couldn't help asking after catching up to Shen Houbai.

   "Then you... don't you? In fact, the imperial soldiers are more useful in your hands than mine, not as good as..."

  Since she has regarded Shen Houbai as her husband~www.readwn.com~, Ji Wushuang is now almost entirely focused on Shen Houbai.

   "No, I actually lied to your master. There are two imperial soldiers!"

  Since Shen Houbai and Ji Wushuang did not go too far, what Shen Houbai said to Ji Wushuang naturally entered the ears of these treasure chests.

   "Bang!" The old man who was still in the warehouse suddenly stomped empty. If he hadn't been supported by his companion, he would be heading straight.

"No way!"

   "There are two imperial soldiers..." Ji Wushuang said in surprise.

   "It's no wonder they couldn't find out. Both imperial soldiers were covered up by monsters with special techniques. Only after they were destroyed can they restore their original appearance!" Shen Houbai explained.

   "So, you were breaking the seal of the demon just now?"

  At this moment, Ji Wushuang's eyes are full of worship of Shen Houbai.

Facing Ji Wushuang’s worshiping gaze, Shen Houbai was unmoved, because at this time he...think of how to lift the seal of the remaining emperor soldier, which is different from the emperor soldier given to Ji Wushuang. The **** system gives the highest rating.

  Ps: New Year's Eve, I wish you all a Happy New Year 2020 in advance, and then...I am still a poor household!