With One Finger, I Suppress The Heavens

The moment he picked up the long sword, the youth's senses were completely subverted.

The moment he started the long sword, he felt a powerful force.

This power is not only limited to the sword body, but also an enhancement to himself.

Could it be that this is really a spiritual tool that surpasses the profound level? The young man felt that he had indeed misunderstood, but the appearance was still the same, and it was horribly ugly.

"bring it on."

The young man held a long sword and faced the middle-aged man in black robe, and the fear on his face disappeared at some point.

"This kid won't be crazy, right? Do you really want to use a fire stick to fight a master who is three realms taller than him?"

The bystanders did not understand the state of the youth at all, and expressed their moral incomprehension about their behavior.

The middle-aged man in black robe looked surprised, did he really want to fight?

He didn't use any weapons, he just threw a punch casually, a cyclone early stage, what can he do to him.

But then, he regretted it.

The young man wielded a long sword and directly chose to confront the middle-aged man in black robe.

The long sword has not reached its peak, so it is not sharp at all, but the strong force directly shook the middle-aged man in black robe away.

The middle-aged man in black robe looked at the sword in the young man's hand and felt incredible. Although he underestimated the enemy, he was forced to use all his strength when they collided, but he was repelled by the opponent, which made him feel incredible.

"Is this a fake match? Filled with water?"

The onlookers couldn't believe it. How could this be possible? It must be the boss who paid for the procrastination.

"Come again!"

The young man had a feeling of intoxication, and he actually beat the middle-aged man in black robe who was three realms taller than him with one move. He himself felt incredible.

Looking at the fire stick in his hand, he was simply staring at the stars.

Even an earth-level spirit tool can't do this, he was sure, Ling Yu was not bragging, this is really a hidden master.

"What are you doing? Can you pay for it if you break it?"

Ling Yu stepped forward and grabbed the long sword in the young man's hand.

When the young man saw the spiritual tool being stolen, he looked reluctant: "I wonder if the master can sell him to me. I would like to give twenty Spirit Stones."

"hiss!"

The onlookers took a deep breath. For publicity, this boss really spent all his money, and he called out twenty Spirit Stones.

Naturally, they didn't believe that the ugly fire stick really had such an attraction, and they all thought that it was just a drag that Ling Yu found.

The middle-aged man in black robe realized that something was wrong, and quickly took the long sword from Ling Yu's hand.

Ling Yu didn't stop it either. This thing was originally made for him, and it was the material he provided. He couldn't just sell it at a high price. In this case, his business would not be done.

Taking over the long sword, the black-robed new middle-aged man feels the same as the young man, this is simply a big leak!

Generally, a spiritual tool like this would be worth at least 100 Spirit Stones, and he could not imagine two Spirit Stones.

With emotion, the middle-aged man in black robe hurriedly took out two Spirit Stones from the storage space and gave them to Ling Yu, for fear that Ling Yu would go back and sell the long sword to the youth.

Spirit Stones, a middle-aged man in a black robe under Ling Yu's command, walked into the Great Hall again and lay down on a chair without saying anything.

Seeing that the middle-aged man in black robe gave the money so directly, everyone became suspicious. Only the young man who had really used the long sword looked frustrated.

"Brother, you won't join hands to deceive us, will you?"

Someone asked the middle-aged man in black robe.

The black-robed middle-aged man's expression changed, and he was obviously very angry that someone suspected him.

He didn't explain anything, just threw the long sword in his hand to the man.

He is not afraid that these people will steal his treasures. After all, among so many people, he can't find a few in Cyclone Realm. He can solve it completely.

The man got the long sword, and his whole expression changed: "Artifact! Divine weapon!"

Touching the uneven blade, the man seemed to be immersed in it.

The middle-aged man in black robe was unceremonious, grabbed the long sword from his hand, turned around and left.

When he came to Ling Yu's side, he bowed slightly and saluted.

Ling Yu didn't look at him, her eyes were already narrowed, and she looked drowsy.

Before waiting for those curious people to speak, Ling Yu said directly: "I'm not doing business today, you all go, don't disturb my rest."

Everyone looked up and looked at the sky. It's not even ten minutes at noon, and it's about to close?

Some people threw their hands and left, and the excitement was over anyway.

But some people stayed.

He took the long sword from the black-robed middle-aged man and stroked the man. They all knew that he was the owner of the refining shop not far from here.

It is also the existence that has refined the Huangjie spirit tool. Everyone calls him Master Huang, and he still has some say in this piece.

After all, the two are still walking together, and everyone understands the truth that peers are enemies.

Everyone saw the obsession that Master Huang showed when he got the long sword. In addition, Ling Yu ordered to evict guests, but he did not move a step, which made everyone see the clue.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Seeing so many people still crowding in his yard, Ling Yu finally couldn't help asking.

His place is so big, so many people squeezed in, it is inevitable to feel a little uncomfortable.

Everyone moved their eyes to Master Huang in unison, waiting for him to reply.

"thump!"

Master Huang knelt down in front of everyone's astonished eyes: "Huang hereby asks the master to accept me as a disciple."

Ling Yu was stunned, although he said he also accepted disciples at the beginning, but it came too quickly.

His business hasn't even opened yet.

Master Huang's kneeling shocked everyone. Even if the two people in front were procrastinators, they all knew Master Huang. With his character, it was absolutely impossible for others to be procrastinated.

Ling Yu got up from the chair and pretended to be profound: "Go back, I can't teach you anything."

When Master Huang heard this, he didn't get up, and his attitude was even more determined: "If Master doesn't accept me, I won't get up today."

Ling Yu's face was helpless, but his heart was ecstatic. The advertisement was so good that he couldn't believe that his shop would still be a slouch after today.

"You insist on learning?" Ling Yu asked.

"The disciple insists on learning."

Master Huang said, and kowtowed to Ling Yu again.

Ling Yu looked at Master Huang, he seemed to be in his early thirties, Talent was also good, and his heart was so sincere, he didn't understand why he couldn't find a good master.

Ling Yu was quite satisfied with this person, but he couldn't reveal the bottom line, so he looked impatient: "Okay, get up, from today, you are my named disciple, hurry up and take these people with you. Leave, don't stop me in my room and disturb my rest."

"Yes Yes!"

Master Huang was very happy to hear this, and got up quickly: "Didn't you hear what the master said? Why are you still stuck here?"