Lin Yun nodded. He had also learned a little about the Seven Demons Sect before.
The Seven Swordsmen is the demon sect with the fewest members among the seven demon sects. Although it has only seven members, its strength is no worse than that of the other demon sects.
It can even be said that it is much more powerful than the Dark Gate and the Assassination Society combined.
Because the seven members of the Seven Swordsmen have all reached the realm of martial saints. Their leader’s realm is even higher than that of the island owner of Neptune Island!
After the last conversation with Ji Leshan, Lin Yun also learned a little bit about the Seven Demons Sect and found out that the origin of the Seven Swordsmen was also somewhat interesting.
Rumor has it that in ancient times, there was a powerful master of weaponry who spent his entire life forging seven artifacts.
According to legend, the souls of seven powerful warriors were sealed in these seven artifacts.
This also leads to the fact that if you want to use these seven artifacts, the user must sign a contract with the artifact and worship the undead in the artifact with his own blood every day, so as not to suffer the backlash of the artifact.
Only then can you become the master of these seven artifacts.
If a non-contractor touches these seven artifacts, they will be affected by the special effects of these artifacts.
It is said that these seven members of the Seven Swordsmen all received a corresponding artifact, and they gathered together a long time ago and became a being that can stand shoulder to shoulder with other demon sects.
After a brief pause, Alchemist Murong continued: "It is rumored that the artifact controlled by Huodao Liuyun has the absolute power of fire. Although his own realm is only the peak of the first-level martial saint, after using the artifact, his strength will increase.
Equivalent to a second-level Martial Saint."
"It is said that the strongest among the Seven Swordsmen is also the strongest among all the Seven Demon Sect."
After all, the Seven Demon Sects have all signed the "Anti-Alliance Agreement" and cannot go to war with each other, so it's hard to say which one is stronger.
"Selling candied haws!" At the same time, a cry of selling sounded in everyone's ears.
I saw an old man with a white beard wearing coarse linen clothes and cloudy eyes but having experienced vicissitudes of life standing under the corner of the wall in the distance, selling candied haws.
Lin Yun was somewhat interested and took a few more glances.
This old man had a hunched body, resembling an ordinary old man, but his hawking voice was full of energy. Although his eyes were cloudy and seemed lifeless, in Lin Yun's eyes, they were like those of an eagle.
There will always be strong people hiding in the city, but Lin Yun is not surprised and doesn't pay too much attention to them.
Immediately afterwards, a little boy suddenly ran out of the crowd and came to the front of the old man in sackcloth.
"Grandpa! Today I also want a bunch of candied haws!" The little boy raised his chubby face, with an innocent look in his big eyes, and said in a sweet voice.
"You're here again! Grandpa treats you to some candied haws a stick today." The old man in Mai looked kindly, took a bunch of candied haws, and handed it to the little boy without taking any money from him.
The old man in sackcloth touched his head and said with a smile: "Go home quickly."
"Thank you, Grandpa!" the little boy said happily, but as soon as he turned around, he suddenly bumped into someone's thigh.
Immediately, the little boy walked directly on the ground, and the candied haws in his hand fell directly to the ground.
"What kind of guy doesn't have eyes!"
The little boy was stunned, and several huge shadows cast down on the little boy.
At this moment, many passers-by stopped and looked around.
I saw a few silver bounty hunters standing in front of the little boy with evil expressions.
None of these people looked particularly ferocious, but they all carried a fierce murderous aura.
One of them was a short, middle-aged man with a short beard, his eyes flashing fiercely.
Just now, because of the little boy's recklessness, his trousers were stained by the little boy's candied haws.
"Is it okay? Get up quickly." The old man in Mai looked anxious and hurriedly picked up the dumbfounded little boy.
The little boy was only five years old, and the bounty hunters in front of him all had a murderous aura about them, which shocked the little boy.
"How dare you soil my uncle's pants! You will have to die to apologize!" The short-bearded man scolded him coldly with an angry look on his face.
After hearing what the short-bearded man said, all the passers-by around him started talking and criticizing.
"Isn't it just a pair of pants..."
"If you soil a pair of pants, you will kill someone!"
"He's just a child, is that necessary?"
When they heard everyone's comments, the other bounty hunters standing next to the short-bearded man suddenly drew their weapons.
At this moment, everyone became quiet and retreated, not daring to approach or comment.
"Sir! He is just a child. He didn't do it on purpose. Please forgive me." The old man in sackcloth pulled the little boy behind him and said to the short-bearded man with an apologetic smile.
"These pants are newly bought by me!" the short-bearded man said angrily, but he couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth and sneered: "Unless you, an old man, get some money for him to compensate me.
uncle!"
The old man in sackcloth asked humbly: "Sir, how much do you need?"
"Ten high-grade Yuan stones!" The short-bearded man raised his chin and said arrogantly.
As soon as these words came out, everyone onlookers immediately exclaimed, and some people showed anger on their faces.
Just a pair of tattered trousers, even if they are made of gold, are not enough for a high-grade Yuan Stone.
This is not a noble magic weapon. It is obvious that this short-bearded man is blackmailing.
But even so, none of the people surrounding him said anything.
Because they all know that this short-bearded man is a bounty hunter, and this is not a character they can mess with.
The short-bearded man's companion looked on with cold eyes, looking extremely confident, with a contemptuous smile on his face.
Even if they want to extort money today, who can do anything to them?
Lin Yun and the other three didn't say anything more, and were all unusually silent.
The three of them have experienced many major events, and they do not notice this kind of trivial quarrels in the world.
"What do you think? Either give me money or save this kid's life!" the short-bearded man shouted.
After hearing what the short-bearded man said, the old man in sackcloth did not hesitate to take out ten high-grade yuan stones from his arms and handed them to the short-bearded man respectfully: "I'll give it, I'll give it."
When he saw the old man in sackcloth take out ten high-grade Yuan stones, the short-bearded man's eyes clearly flashed with surprise.
After all, he never thought that a mere old man selling candied haws could really produce ten high-grade Yuan stones.
Originally, he only planned to get some money, but he didn't expect that he would actually be taken advantage of.