The mysterious woman's face was covered by black gauze, and her face could not be seen clearly. She was looming behind the curtain, but her melodious voice had already fascinated people. Many practitioners secretly thought that she must be a rare beauty.
Including Qiu Yu, he was also looking at it, a green color flashed in his starry eyes, which made him have excellent eyesight like a monster. He wanted to see his true face in Lushan through the black gauze. After all, everyone is curious.
However, I couldn't see clearly. I could only vaguely see the bright eyes that were shining, as bright as black gems. As for what he looked like, it was really a mystery.
Han Yu'er also stared with wide eyes, a puzzled look on her charming face, and whispered in confusion: "Who is this woman?"
As if he heard her words, Nalan Xi, who was on the stage, glanced over here and said, "Everyone is laughing. This is my sister Nalan Rong. I don't have any ill intentions. I just want to emphasize order."
Many cultivators in the audience were curious about this woman. A thin man with a scar on his face said: "It turns out she is the eldest lady of the Nalan family. Why are you hiding up there? Come down and let everyone know her."
Let’s take a look at your beauty.”
Someone suggested it, and the practitioners agreed, "Yes, don't hide, come out. Wouldn't it be better for you and Mr. Nalan to host the trading meeting together."
"Miss Nalan, don't be shy, we cultivators are all open and honest, how can you not show up..."
The so-called Nalan Rong behind the curtain did not float down as everyone expected, and said in a calm voice: "Why is Fangrong, thank you all for inviting me, the little girl is born ugly, I better not come out to scare people, just watch the excitement here
.However, the order of the trading conference still needs to be observed, and I hope everyone will understand."
As soon as she finished speaking, the woman's arms trembled, and the Jingyun Sword that flew below quickly spun around in a circle, then flew back to the stage and directly entered the scabbard, and the brilliant light disappeared immediately.
The few young cultivators who were about to act wild just now were afraid of it and did not dare to cause trouble again. They returned to their seats with angrily expressions on their faces and sat down again.
It didn't matter whether they left or not. What mattered to Qiu Yu was the scales in the young man's hands. He asked again: "Brother, can you replace your scales with me?"
The young man turned his head, showing a very honest face, looked at the boy who was younger than him with suspicious eyes, and asked: "I want to exchange for this Jingyun Sword, do you have it?"
The conversation between the two of them attracted everyone's attention again. Many cultivators looked at Qiu Yu with disdain, muttering secretly, this guy is a fool, he can't come up with anything decent, it's just nonsense and a waste of time.
Nalan Xi on the high platform also looked over, with a calm look, and asked: "That's a good question, do you have anything useful?"
Qiu Yu shook his head and responded: "There is only one Jingyun Sword, and it is on the stage. Of course I don't have it..."
Many cultivators had already expected such a result, and they sarcastically said, "If it weren't for you, who would we be kidding?"
"Seeing as his hair hasn't even grown yet, he's just acting unreasonably..."
Even the young man holding the scales felt that he had been teased, with a look of annoyance on his face, and said dissatisfied: "What would I do without you?"
Nalan Xi's eyes flashed with amusement, and he waited patiently to see what happened, but in his heart he felt that the boy who looked young was quite good, and maybe he really had something good in his hands.
Qiu Yu smiled, "I don't have the Jingyun Sword, but I do have this, a fifth-grade primary weapon, the Lingfeng Sword!" As he flipped his right hand, a long sword appeared. It looked unremarkable on the outside.
The scabbard was gray-black and no material could be seen. He raised his arm and held the sword in his hand to show it.
The young man glanced over, his eyes full of doubts, obviously in disbelief, "Is this... is this a fifth-grade sword?"
There was roaring laughter all around, and many cultivators ridiculed: "It's really ridiculous. If this is a fifth-grade sword, I will swallow it alive."
"You can use all kinds of scraps and scraps to deceive people. You can't believe this guy's lies..."
Nalan Xi in the stands was stunned. He subconsciously felt that this sword was extraordinary. At least it was an ancient sword that was hundreds of years old. It seemed that this sword was indeed extraordinary.
Qiu Yu said calmly: "Okay, I'll wait for you to eat it alive. Please take a look..." He casually pulled out the long sword, and a gloomy aura burst out, making everyone feel awe-inspiring, and the scene also became...
There was silence, and everyone looked at him with scrutinizing eyes.
This sword is dark green in color, with a dark red mark in the middle, exuding a faint scent of blood. There is no doubt that it must be traces of too much bloodthirsty.
You must know that it is not easy for Qiu Yu to reach where he is today. He has crawled back from the gate of hell many times. He has gone through hundreds of battles and injured countless people. Many strong men in the soul-melting realm died in his hands. As for the deceased,
He had put away all kinds of spiritual treasures, magic weapons and even weapons of various levels. He had accumulated too much. This Lingfeng Sword came from one of the strong men and had been stored in his ring for a long time.
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Because he has a suitable weapon, he has stored many weapons. Now he took out this sword and used it in exchange for scales. When the sword was unsheathed, everyone's views changed.
Aware of the attention of many cultivators, Qiu Yu said to the young man holding the scales: "What do you think this time?"
The young man blushed and said, "I don't know much about it, but it looks good..."
Qiu Yu also smiled, and then rushed to the stage and said: "Where is Mr. Nalan, what do you think of this sword?"
Seeing that the young man holding the scales also looked over, Nalanxi said: "It's not bad."
Another voice came from the air, but it was Nalan Rong who said: "Although this sword and Jingyun Sword are of the same level, in terms of material and forging technology, this sword is slightly better."
Unexpectedly, this woman took the initiative to mention the advantages of Ling Fengjian, which surprised Qiu Yu and said: "Thank you Miss Nalan for your fair judgment."
Nalan Rong said softly: "Young master, you don't have to be polite. I just have a question. Although I didn't know him before, his magnanimity is by no means ordinary. It stands to reason that Lingfeng Sword is also your favorite weapon. Why do you want to exchange it for a piece of nothing?"
Where are the scales that are used for their purpose? Don’t you think it’s a waste?”
Qiu Yu smiled and responded: "Actually, it's nothing, I just feel that I have a special interest."
"Young master is really a man of temperament, so feel free to do as he pleases."
Qiu Yu looked at the young man again, "What do you think, brother? Are you willing to exchange the scales for this sword?"
Now that Miss Nalan has confirmed it and knows that Lingfeng Sword is better than Jingyun Sword, this young man is naturally not happy and excitedly said: "Yes, of course I am willing."
Nalan Xi frowned, a flash of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he maintained his proper demeanor. After all, he had done something wrong before, not agreeing to the young man immediately, and wanted to obtain greater benefits, so that others took advantage of the loophole.
, as a descendant of the Nalan family, he can be said to be able to take it up and let it go, and said in a gentle manner: "Congratulations to both of you on the deal."