"This knife."

The old man who sold the knife slowly glanced at An Qisheng and asked, "Do you want to make a credit knife or buy a knife?"

"What's the saying?"

An Qisheng looked at the old man selling the knife with interest.

There is no fluctuation of divine power, no blood and energy, no unusualness, it seems that it is just an ordinary person.

But An Qisheng naturally would not think that this is an ordinary person.

Blood and energy and divine power can have a way to conceal it, but the body cannot be concealed. After repeated training, there are things that cannot be concealed.

People can lie, but organs and organs cannot.

"This knife is a favor knife. It depends on the price of the person, which can be bought by credit or bought, and the price depends on the buyer's favor."

The old man who sold the knife smiled and asked back, "Mr. I think his favor is worth a lot, so the knife is worth."

"The knife of human favors naturally needs to be bought with human favors."

The old man selling the knife said softly:

"Sir, buy it if you want to buy it, and go if you don't. Don't delay our business."

"This knife, the customer has seen before. You want to pay for the thirty-day tripod pill. Why, I want to buy it, but I have to pay favors?"

An Qisheng's eyes were like water, without the aura of fireworks, standing in the long street, but like a fairy mountain and a blessed land, with the feeling of becoming an immortal.

"That guest was not diligent in all limbs, was not rich at home, and had very poor luck. Thirty-day tripod elixir was already the money he could only earn in his life. He could buy a knife with Thirty-day tripod elixir, so naturally the price was not the same."

The old man selling swordsman looked at An Qisheng deeply and asked again:

"How much does a gentleman's favor cost?"

"The Bodhisattva is afraid of the cause, the sentient beings are afraid of the result, and human feelings are priceless, so we should not give it lightly..."

An Qisheng's fingertip spatula, the knife whistled "Woooo" and the waves were as bright as water. It could be considered a magic weapon among all iron: "Your sword seems not worth it."

The two did not deliberately avoid the others when they spoke, nor did they lower their voices, but they let the two talk, but the pedestrians passing by seemed to be unable to see them at all.

I walked by, as if I hadn't realized it.

"It's worth it or not worth it to see the individual. Old man, what I do is business, and the business is not done."

The old man who sold the knife just smiled and did not argue.

"I heard that there is a hidden sect in Dongzhou. Each generation inherits three or five people, scattered all over the world, called the Xiedaomen, the leader of the Xiedaomen, also known as the Xiedaomen..."

An Qisheng pinched his fingers from the void and a book fell on his fingertips.

A slight shaking can be seen with three characters on it; the knife door.

This is a booklet compiled by the Sanxin Lan Lingtong, and there are many similar ones, ranging from the three holy places, ten major sects, and small sects that are unknown in the East.

Even some casual cultivators.

Of course, some of the information inside is detailed and some are rough, but it is extracted by the Sanxin Blue Spirit Tong from many spiritual imprints, so it will naturally not be as detailed as possible.

However, it is enough for An Qisheng to have a deeper understanding of Dongzhou.

For example, this credit knife door.

The Xiedao Sect's people are weak and have almost no power. However, they have no power, but their connections are very wide.

No one knows how many swords are released by generations of knife crediters, and no one knows who has ever credited their swords.

A sect once peeped at the secret legend of the Knife Sect, but before he could take action, he was completely flattened by the masters who rushed to return the sword.

Among those who take action, there are even people from the Holy Land.

"Sir, I'm very knowledgeable."

The old man selling swords was not too surprised. He just glanced at the booklet and asked, "But, since he knew the knife gate, he thought he knew Butian Pavilion, right?"

"A little bit of it."

An Qisheng flipped it out casually and the big words on the booklet had already turned into Butian Pavilion.

Butian Pavilion is a secret organization in Dongzhou. It sells intelligence and buys murderers to make a living. It especially likes to abuse and kill geniuses and is famous for its evil reputation.

However, the origin of this Butian Pavilion is secretly found, and it is suspected to come from outside the East Continent.

When he first arrived in Dongzhou, he had huge conflicts with many sects and holy places, and even had the success of assassinating the lord of the sacred land, which made countless sects scared.

It can even be said that many large and small forces, including the three holy places and the ten major sects, have been assassinated by the Butian Pavilion.

But in fact, such an organization still exists.

The enemy is everywhere, but it can still exist. Even because it exists in the dark, it can still be seen as terrible.

"So sir, can you tell that Butiange has great interest in Mr.

The old man selling swordsman looked at An Qisheng with a subtle expression:

"Butian Pavilion believes in the belief of 'killing animals to replenish the sky'. When it comes to killing animals, he especially likes to kill geniuses. Mr. emerged from the sky and is the most dazzling person in the world..."

"I also have a great interest in Butian Pavilion."

An Qisheng put away the booklet and looked calm.

He naturally had met the killer of Butian Pavilion. He had experienced three assassinations in two years, but the result was that he had three caves in his starry sea.

It is also the origin of his booklet "Butian Pavilion".

"Butian Pavilion comes from outside the East Continent, or in other words, it is a force spanning several major states. According to legend, there are masters of human race, demon race, and even dragon and phoenix race in this Butian Pavilion..."

The old man selling the knife said calmly:

"Butian Pavilion can still maintain its foothold in Dongzhou while offending almost all forces, which shows its strength."

"Anyway, it's a mouse hiding in the shadow that can't make a fuss."

An Qisheng raised his eyelids and said lightly: "Butian Pavilion is not qualified to carry my favor."

After saying that, he put down the knife in his hand and seemed to be leaving.

"Sir, I misunderstood."

The old man selling the knife shook his head: "It is not worth selling the knife for everyone. This is just a free gift."

"oh?"

An Qisheng was unmoved.

Zhu Dahai, who was following behind him, stared blankly, it was not worth what the two of them were saying.

However, the little chick on his shoulder jumped down and landed on the stall, pecking at the sword and weapons, having a lot of fun.

"There will be no masters who have come from no origin or experience in this world, nor will there be geniuses who have emerged from nowhere. The gentleman has become famous in Dongzhou in just a few years. Naturally, it is not only Butian Pavilion, but also Tianji Pavilion has information about people from other major states buying Mr...."

The old man selling swordsman looked directly at An Qisheng, his eyes faintly and clear:

"I use a decree that has been circulated for more than 20,000 years but only a few people know about it. Can you buy it?"

"Tai Chi?"

An Qisheng's expression moved slightly.

Among the many information compiled by Sanxin Lan Lingtong, there were naturally some things that Xuan Ji, Zheng Longqiu and others knew, and he naturally knew.

Xuan Ji once saw a news about the Bashi Imperial Court of Zhongzhou in the Sutra Library of the Holy Land of Mingyue, which mentioned a decree.

According to legend, it was a decree about Tai Chi issued by Supreme Guanglong after he became enlightened with his supreme supernatural powers and magic power to shake the world.

However, Pang Wanyang left this decree...

An Qisheng thought in his heart, and deep in his eyes, a trace of water suddenly appeared in the unseen place of ordinary people:

[Consuming 700,000 Taoist power (without branding ten times consumption, with spiritual treasure suppressing qi fortune ten times consumption)]

【Killer Credit (2584/6845)】

[Original Trajectory 1: Born in Wanyang Realm, Dongzhou, and Zhujian Forest...... I was born with spiritual wisdom, and I became a spirit when I was born. When I was a young man, I read the Taoist sect of hundreds of schools and had great wisdom.

When he was a young man, he traveled all over the world with his master and lingered in the world for a thousand years. He finally became the secret master of the Xiedao Sect, "Tai Chi Daoyan", and became the new Xiedao Sect leader...

After the great changes in heaven and earth, he became the king. On the day he became the king, he was shot in the bamboo forest by an arrow from the galaxy shot from the depths of the starry sky...]

【Bloodline: King of White Snake】

[Fate: clear and clear, clear and clear, you can learn all things, understand people's hearts, and see the secrets of heaven. However, the secrets of heaven cannot be said all, and too much words will lead to mistakes.]

The consumption of 700,000 Taoist power is quite large. Even if it does not consume a hundred times, it is still 7,000 points. Yuan Duxiu's original fate trajectory was only 6,000 points.

Obviously, the achievements of this old panda are even greater than that of Yuan Duxiu in the original trajectory.

But this did not cause any trouble for him.

Only by scanning the word "Tai Chi" on it, I couldn't help but frown in my heart.

This old panda has something to do with Pang Wanyang, and he was not surprised. He had some guesses when he saw this old panda for the first time.

It was Pang Wanyang who made him frown.
To be continued...