At this time, Wang Yi breathed quickly after hearing this, and his eyes became hot. He never thought that he was holding a peerless short blade. He immediately controlled his emotions to avoid being seen by the boss and Fang Ze.
Bring it.
Wang Yi put the dagger in his hand back, walked up to the boss and pointed at the corner behind him and asked, "Boss, how do you sell the weapons in the corner?"
The sharp-tongued boss let out a light sigh, because he was about to get rid of the broken weapons in the corner, "Are you sure you want to buy them?"
"Um!"
"Any of those broken weapons must be worth a hundred spirit stones!" The sharp-tongued boss smiled obscenely at Wang Yi.
After hearing this, Wang Yi breathed a sigh of relief. He walked back to the corner and picked up the dagger again.
"Here, I need this broken sword." Wang Yi said without changing his expression.
"This one won't work!" The sharp-tongued boss showed a trace of hesitation on his face.
"Why, didn't you say that any one of them has a hundred spiritual stones?" Wang Yi began to worry that the boss would not sell it to him.
"I also saw how extraordinary this sword was at the beginning, but over the years I have tried many ways to remove the rust, but none of them succeeded. No one has bought this sword, so I put it on the
It’s a corner, if you want to buy this rusty sword, it will cost you at least 500 low-grade spiritual stones.”
"Five hundred low-grade spiritual stones? I don't have that much money???" Wang Yi sighed while holding the sword.
"Then there's nothing we can do!" The sharp-tongued boss raised his eyebrows and said with a sinister smile.
Wang Yi turned back and glanced at Fang Ze. He wanted to ask him to borrow some spiritual stones, but after thinking about it for a moment, the idea was immediately rejected, and he could only bargain with the sharp-mouthed and monkey-cheeked boss.
Wang Yi took out more than four hundred spiritual stones and a dozen purple and white beads from the storage ring, and put them in a thick pile, "Boss, that's all I have, what do you think???"
The boss with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks looked at Wang Yi and smiled, "Don't you still have that ring? Why don't you exchange it for it and I'll give you a thousand spiritual stones? How about it?"
"No, stop thinking about this ring. At worst, I won't buy it!" Wang Yi stretched out his left hand, and the ring in his hand emitted a powerful suction force, sucking all the spiritual stones and purple beads piled on the table into it.
After collecting it, he turned around and left.
He walked very slowly because he was thinking that the boss with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks would call him. At this time, his heart was already hanging in the air. If he won the bet, he would get the Seven Arrows Blade. If the bet was wrong, he would get the Seven Arrows Blade.
You get nothing and lose face.
When the boss with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks saw Wang Yi turn around and leave, he hesitated in his heart, "If he doesn't buy it, it means that I have been talking for so long in vain. But the man behind him has been silent. It seems that
As a follower, I didn’t make a single transaction today. I seemed to have earned the five hundred spiritual stones to buy scrap metal. But how could I not see how extraordinary the rusty sword was? But I couldn’t remove that layer either.
Rust, this???”
Wang Yi had already reached the door, feeling very nervous in his heart, "Shout quickly! Shout quickly!"
"Okay!" The sharp-tongued boss shouted to Wang Yi who was about to walk out.
When Wang Yi heard the boss calling him to stop, he was so excited that his heart that was hanging in the air suddenly relaxed. He looked back at the boss with a smile, walked up, and took all the spirit stones, purple beads, and white beads.
He gave it to the boss and carefully took the dagger and put it into the ring.
"Brother Wang, you are really rich. You bought this piece of scrap metal with more than 400 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones!" Fang Ze sneered from behind.
At this time, the boss with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks frowned slightly, immediately put away the spirit stone, and said to Wang Yi, "Don't even think about going back on your word!"
"Haha, no, no, of course I won't!" Wang Yi smiled like a flower. If the boss knew that this dagger was a peerless sword, I don't know what would happen next.
Woolen cloth!
Wang Yi glanced at Fang Ze and walked out of the house, followed closely by Fang Ze.
"Wait, I keep my word! Take this umbrella!" The sharp-tongued boss threw an umbrella at Wang Yi.
Wang Yi nodded and smiled to express his gratitude. Although the boss was a bit greedy, he still kept his word.
"Thank you!" Wang Yi caught the umbrella, held it up, and walked out with Fang Ze.
Two men walked together under an umbrella. Both of them looked cold and silent. One of them had murderous intent in his eyes, while the other had a hint of understanding in his eyes. No matter how you looked at it, it felt awkward.
Wang Yi had bought the weapons and spent all the money. There was no reason to stay any longer. He walked all the way towards the gate of Yaojin City.
When they walked through the gate, the guard at the gate let out a light sigh when he saw Wang Yi and Fang Ze walking together, "I seem to have seen the person next to that silly boy somewhere before."
"Fang Ze! It's Fang Ze! The only disciple of Quanmen who doesn't cultivate spirits but uses swords! It seems that boy is finished!"
Wang Yi and Fang Ze walked together until they reached the flat land ten miles away from Yaojin City. Wang Yi's indifferent expression never changed, and he threw his umbrella behind his head with a big hand.
He looked at Fang Ze calmly and said, "Fang Ze, you have been following me all the way. I know exactly what you want to do!"
"Haha! In that case, I don't have to talk nonsense, just keep everything you have!" Fang Ze took a few steps back and sneered at Wang Yi.
"You're dreaming!" Wang Yi snorted coldly.
After Wang Yi said that, he condensed a thick amount of spiritual power with his right hand and hit Fang Ze. At this moment, Fang Ze laughed even harder, his aura suddenly rose, and the surrounding air became distorted.
Fang Ze raised his right palm unhurriedly, condensing spiritual power in his hand, and blocked Wang Yi's fist.
"What, you actually held my fist!" Wang Yi exclaimed.
"Don't you understand yet? You can't beat me!" After Fang Ze said that, his momentum suddenly disappeared, but his cultivation level was rising at an alarming rate, and he reached the third level of Condensation Realm in an instant.
Dzogchen, and then ascended to the first level of the first realm of consciousness, and it did not stop until it reached the second level of the first realm of consciousness.
Wang Yi frowned, secretly yelling, and hit Fang Ze with his left fist again.
Fang Ze took a few steps back calmly and said with a slanted smile, "Don't you understand the gap between us?"
"You're taking a punch from me!" Wang Yi raised his fist and hit Fang Ze again. He kicked his legs hard, his whole body was suspended in the air and he leaned towards Fang Ze.
"Humph, you are so stubborn!" Fang Ze raised his left palm again.
Wang Yi's momentum was as strong as a mountain, and this punch rushed towards Fang Ze with fierce force, but Fang Ze stood there without fear, waiting for Wang Yi's punch to come.
"Snapped"
Fang Ze smiled obliquely, because Wang Yi's punch was still caught by him, but he did not move at all. He saw that Wang Yi's momentum was not diminished, and he was charging towards him. At this time, the smile on his face became slightly stiff.
.
There was a "boom" sound.
Fang Ze had no time to dodge and was hit hard by Wang Yi. The bones in his body made a cracking sound. His body couldn't help but exploded back tens of meters. At the same time, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Wang Yi with a shocked look on his face.
Yi.
Fang Ze wiped away the trace of blood from his mouth with his left hand, and looked at Wang Yi with a cold expression. His contempt for Wang Yi was gone, replaced by murderous intent, a strong murderous intent.
"It's not certain who will lose or win! Wang Yi's face is expressionless, but his eyes are full of fighting spirit, a strong fighting spirit.
