Shen Guanyu and Ao Xian looked at the sword at the same time. Well, it was a round, thick wooden sword with a chip.
Just listen to the old monk say: "There is only one thing that matters, the spirit stone." He breathed at the young monk, "They are all here."
Someone laughed and said: "Fellow Taoist, this sword of the old drunkard has been sold in the market for eighty years.
You are not the first one to quit, but..."
Someone else laughed and said, "I don't have any spiritual stones to take!"
"Hahaha……"
Everyone laughed, and the young monk hummed: "The Taiyi Sect's Fangshi indulges the local monks and bullies strangers! Let's go find the law enforcement team."
After saying that, he grabbed the drunkard and started to leave. Several people stopped him, seemingly unintentionally: "It won't take a few hundred spiritual stones."
Leave it to the law enforcement team, and Lao Zou may be punished.
Ao Xian pushed Shen Guanyu, and when she got closer, she felt the wooden sword tremble slightly for some reason, "Ao Xian, there is murderous intent on this sword, can you feel it?"
"No." The little mythical beast was now invisible and said, "But this sword is indeed a treasure."
It tapped Shen Guanyu's arm and said, "I bought it."
Then Shen Guanyu's hand was lifted up, and several monks looked over, so she had no choice but to say: "Fellow Taoist, wait a moment."
The young monk looked at the female cultivator of the same rank who was blocking his way. She was clearly wearing the Taiyi Sect's standard robes, "Are you trying to protect me, fellow Taoist?"
Many monks stood aside to watch the fun. The owner of the tavern behind him was an outer disciple of the Taiyi Sect. He recognized Shen Guanyu and sent a message: "Junior Sister Shen, this sword from Daoist Master Zou was really obtained from the ancient Xiu Cave Mansion.
However, the sword's spiritual energy was completely lost and it was just thrown at the door of the cave."
"Thank you for the reminder, senior brother." After Shen Guanyu responded, he raised his hand to the young monk and said, "Fellow Taoist, can you resell this sword to me?"
The young monk glanced sideways at her and said, "Eight hundred and eight hundred, I didn't add a cent."
"Okay, I want it." Shen Guanyu was about to take out the spirit stone.
The young monk said: "Middle-grade spiritual stone."
The monks who were watching suddenly exploded. Where did this guy come from?
"My dear, you spent more than 80,000 low-grade spiritual stones to buy Lao Zou's broken sword?!" Eight hundred and eighty mid-grade spiritual stones, converted to 88,000 low-grade spiritual stones.
"I remember the highest price he ever sold for this thing was five hundred and eight low-grade spiritual stones, right?"
"A Tianleizi in the pill-forming stage can only be sold for one hundred thousand, which is no better than a broken sword incense."
"Hey, you don't understand. Who didn't dream of becoming a swordsman when they were young?"
"But his dream is too expensive!"
Everyone looked at the sword and then at the monk, with expressions on their faces that said, "You must be a fool."
The young monk's face was a little hot. When he heard about the Immortal Sword and saw with his own eyes that the sword was engraved with ancient formations, he returned it from one thousand to eight hundred and eighty, dropped a pack of middle-grade spiritual stones and left.
Shen Guanyu was communicating with Ao Xian: "It's quite expensive, do you really want to buy it?"
"Buy it, you won't lose money." Ao Xian assured, patting her chest.
Shen Guanyu said, "You said the same thing when you bought the alchemy furnace.
Over the past ten years, we have filled in more than one million spiritual stones."
Ao Xian paused and murmured: "You have to think about the extra benefits we get."
"Is there another fairy soul hidden inside?"
"That's not possible, and you won't encounter it every time."
But the young monk heard the discussion of the monks who were watching the fun, but he could not hear Shen Guanyu buying again.
Moreover, the old drunkard he caught actually stood and started snoring. He said anxiously: "Aren't you all in the same group?"
Shen Guanyu quickly threw a bag of spiritual stones to him: "Count them."
The young monk took it and saw that it was eight hundred and eighty middle-grade spiritual stones. He quickly threw the broken sword over.
When I dropped the old drunkard off at the roadside, I put a protective barrier around him before leaving.
When Shen Guanyu put away his sword, someone said: "Fellow Taoist, let alone fighting skills, this sword is like a fire stick to chop a spirit melon.
You, alas, should return it to Lao Zou."
"She didn't buy it from me, so why should she give it back to me?" At this time, Lao Zou opened the barrier and came out, not even half drunk.
He also glanced at Shen Guanyu and said, "I don't recognize him."
"Hey Lao Zou, the Taiyi Sect disciples helped you, and you didn't even say thank you?"
"Yeah, yeah, that sword is round and round, it's just like a fire stick.
If you sell so many spiritual stones, you are almost as good as cheating customers."
Lao Zou turned around and walked back to the tavern, adding: "Buying or selling is all done voluntarily."
"Uh-huh, you shameless person, you are as white as a spiritual stone, how dare you not treat me."
"Pay my debt first..."
"And I helped you pay for the drinks..."
The crowd dispersed, and the few people who turned out to be the largest number hurriedly caught up with Lao Zou.
The owner of the tavern looked at Shen Guanyu and still sent a message: "Junior sister Shen, how about I help you make an appointment with Lao Zou? He probably hasn't spent all his spiritual stones yet."
Shen Guanyu shook his head and asked, "No, I didn't buy it from him.
Who is this old Zou? He sells swords like this, and the law enforcement team doesn’t care about him?"
The shopkeeper looked back and saw that the store was not busy, so he didn't go in. He said: "Master Lin of Lingquan Peak."
"Thank you, senior brother, for clarifying my doubts." Shen Guanyu thanked him and returned to the sect. She had to study this sword.
Holding the three-foot-three-inch piece of wood in her hands, she excitedly returned to Xiang Zhunfeng to find Xia Chuyi: "Mom, how do you feel about this sword?"
Xia Chuyi took it: "I don't feel anything. It's just that the material of this sword looks like ten thousand years of peach wood?"
Shen Guanyu nodded: "People in the market say it is round and round, worse than a fire stick."
Li Chuan waved and said, "Bring it over and let me take a look."
Shen Guanyu sent a burst of spiritual power to his hand: "What does it feel like? As soon as I get close to it, I feel like there is a hidden murderous aura about to burst out."
Li Chuan touched it again and again, and even put a sword flower on his arm and said: "How many spiritual stones did it cost?"
"Eighty-eight thousand."
“Not expensive.”
"Father, do you recognize it?" Her little mythical beast didn't even recognize it accurately.
Li Chuan: "Daughter, I'm impressed by your luck.
This is indeed an immortal sword. Why don't you give it to me, and I'll chop up a storage bag of fire sticks for you."
Here, Xia Chuyi had turned his spiritual power into a rope and rolled the sword over to Shen Guanyu.
He even drew his sword and held it in a sword flower, saying: "Who still has the sword? Li Chuan, you have ten spiritual swords in your storage ring."
Li Chuan looked at Shen Guanyu: "How can you return to the sword competition? I will give you the spirit stone."
Shen Guanyu:......
Xia Chuyi flipped the spiritual sword in his hand, and struck the opposite side with Qiushui Knocking on the Sea: "Want it? Beat me first."
Li Chuan immediately launched a water curtain for protection, and the sword light collided with the water curtain with a bang!
Shen Guanyu hurriedly opened the barrier to collect the water, so that everyone would not get splashed all over his face and body.
She said: "Well, I brought this sword just to see which of you would like it. I'll ask Uncle Yousheng to add some materials and forge it again."
"No!" Li Chuan immediately stopped him, "Do you know what material this is made of?"
Shen Guanyu: "Yimu? It doesn't look like that."
Li Chuan gave her a blank look: "Tsk, not all Yimu is suitable for making swords."
"You should feel free to tell me what it is." Xia Chuyi urged him.