Ganning City has a population of one million. In the land of Southern Yan, such a city can only be regarded as a small city.
But after entering Ganning City, you can find that the entire Ganning City is rich in materials, and there are all dignitaries coming and going, without any visual sense of a small city.
"Master, let's find a place to stay first!"
"Um!"
The two walked side by side towards the city.
There are endless crowds of people, bright clothes, and vendors on both sides of the street, making it quite a prosperous scene.
Qin Chen was not admiring these scenes at this moment, but looked around.
"Ningwang Pavilion!"
Walking on the street, I suddenly saw a pavilion.
The pavilion is hundreds of meters high and stands very conspicuously in the city.
"It is said that Ningwang Pavilion is the property of the Gan family in Ganning City. It not only deals in the buying and selling of elixirs and spiritual weapons, but also houses it."
"Then live here!"
"good!"
The two of them stepped into the main hall.
"Guests, do you need any help?" A slender, well-dressed young man said respectfully.
"Buy some things and stay at Ningwang Pavilion for three or two days."
"Okay, please come with me."
The young waiter seemed polite and had obviously received excellent training.
"My sword is the divine sword of my ancestors. It cannot be fake. Why do you say it is fake!"
Just as the two of them were leaving with the waiter, an indignant voice suddenly sounded.
In this huge hall, this figure is enough to attract everyone's attention.
Seeing the gazes of other guests, the steward immediately shouted: "Cover his mouth and throw him out."
"Here comes someone, help."
The young man shouted hurriedly at this moment.
The young man has a tiger head and a tiger head, about sixteen or seventeen years old. He looks about the same age as Qin Chen. He has short hair and is quite refined. He is wearing a light blue military uniform, a belt around his waist, and he is holding the handle with both hands.
sword.
"The ancestral sword?"
The manager immediately sneered and said, "Don't say that our Ningwang Pavilion store is bullying customers. Our Ningwang Pavilion's signboard is not something you, a brat, can smash."
"This sword of yours is stained with rust. Are you kidding me by telling me that it is a seventh-grade magic weapon?"
"Go away, or else I, Prince Ning, will be rude to you."
Qin Chen and Shen Wenxuan also stopped moving forward at this moment.
The waiter smiled lightly and said: "I'm going to make these two distinguished guests laugh. Ningwang Pavilion is the largest trading pavilion in Ganning City. There are many people coming and going in the restaurant, so it is inevitable that there will be some people fishing in troubled waters."
"Let's go, Master!"
"Um!"
At this moment, angry shouts suddenly sounded.
"I, Jian Xiaoming, am a descendant of the sword master Jian Yinshan. This Yingan sword was passed down by my ancestor, the sword master Yinshan."
As soon as these words came out, Qin Chen's steps stopped.
The steward laughed loudly at this moment and said: "Jian Xiaoming? Your Jian family is now in decline. You have offended the Fen family and the Le family. Those two big families have forced your Jian family to the end."
"If this sword is really a Yingan sword, your sword family would have taken it out long ago to pay off the debt. How could you take it out now?"
“Stop showing off and cheating here!”
"I don't!"
Jian Xiaoming shouted at this moment: "This is what I risked my life to get in the land of my ancestors. It is the Yingan Sword. This seventh-grade sword was made by Emperor Jiuyou himself and was given to my ancestors as a gift."
"My ancestor was the disciple of Emperor Jiuyou and the beloved disciple of Venerable Qingyun!"
"Bah!" The steward suddenly took a sip and said, "There are so many families with the surname Jian. You said your Jian family is, that's it? Besides, Jian Yin Mountain? That was the one who was kicked out by Venerable Qingyun back then.
My disciple, even if you are really a descendant of the Jian family,
There’s nothing to show off.”
"Get out of here, get out of here, you're going to delay Ningwang Pavilion's business, you want to die!"
Jian Xiaoming's face turned red at this moment, and he said bitterly: "Even if he is expelled, my ancestors were also the disciples of the great emperor and the disciples of the venerable..."
It's just that the people in Ningwang Pavilion were too lazy to listen to this and started yelling at people.
"Jian Xiaoming, you are really not embarrassed!"
At this moment, a tender and derisive laugh slowly sounded.
Outside the hall, a beautiful figure walked into the hall with lotus steps.
The woman is wearing a long cyan dress, which outlines her perfect figure. The arc in front of her body is breathtaking.
"Le Yue'er!"
When Jian Xiaoming saw the woman, his expression suddenly darkened. "Jian Xiaoming, I didn't expect that your Jian family has been forced to this point!" Beside the woman, a young man with long hair spread out and a bun tied up in a bun.
He nodded and sneered: "But I advise you, don't think of any evil ways, just wait to die.
.”
"Fen Qing, what do the affairs of my Jian family have to do with you?"
"It has nothing to do with me, but our Fen family gives you one last chance. In three days' time, at the dojo, your sword family will either win all three battles, or prepare to use all its financial resources to compensate!"
Fen Qing sneered and left with a puff of sleeves.
Le Yue'er also looked at Jian Xiaoming and said, "Xiao Ming, give up struggling. Your grandfather is already dying, and your Jian family will be completely destroyed."
"You don't have to worry about it!"
Jian Xiaoming's face was red at the moment, and the veins on his neck popped out, but he suppressed the anger in his heart.
In the hall, everyone gradually dispersed.
Jian Xiaoming hugged the rusty sword tightly in his arms and remained silent.
"Little brother!"
Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him and said with a smile: "Do you want to sell this sword? My young master is interested, can you go upstairs and talk about it?"
"Who is your young master?" Jian Xiaoming suddenly asked cautiously.
"Qin Chen!"
Ningwang Pavilion, on the second floor, is a spacious rest area with tables arranged neatly.
At this moment, Qin Chen and Shen Wenxuan looked at the uneasy Jian Xiaoming in front of them.
"You said you are a descendant of Jianyin Mountain, do you have proof?"
"Of course there is!"
Jian Xiaoming said confidently: "In the ancestral hall of my Jian family, there is a statue of my ancestor enshrined. That is the ironclad proof, and there is also this sword."
Jian Xiaoming said enthusiastically: "I got it in the Jian family's ancestral land."
Upon hearing this, Qin Chen glanced at Jian Xiaoming and said, "If you don't plan to tell the truth, then I don't have to look at this sword."
"Jianyin Mountain was born in the land of Jiuyou. He is a person from the land of Jiuyou. He is not a person from the Jiuyou continent, let alone a person from the Southern Yan Kingdom. Where did you go to your ancestral land?"
Hearing this, Jian Xiaoming immediately looked at Qin Chen in shock.
"who are you?"
Qin Chen said calmly: "It doesn't matter who I am, will you sell this sword or not?" "This sword actually came from a very strange place. Our Jian family is one of the top families in Ganning City, but
Three months ago, my grandfather Jian Mingshan was accidentally injured in the Nanyan Mountains. The Jian family was suddenly in chaos. The Fen family and the Le family joined forces to oppress him. Now
Now we have made a three-war agreement."
"Three days later, three young people from each of the three major families who are no more than twenty years old will fight. If the Jian family loses, they will have to compensate the two major families for their losses."
compensation?
Qin Chen looked at Jian Xiaoming with a puzzled look. The damage to Jianming Mountain seemed to have nothing to do with the Le family and the Fen family? How could there be so-called losses?