"What an Ancient God List, it's just a symbol of potential."
"This does not represent your current strength. There have been many fallen geniuses in the past. If it were not for Lin Zhi's true secret, there would be many people in this world who could suppress you, Mo Wangchen."
The young kings of the Ancient Clan, as well as the geniuses of the Sons of God from the Holy Lands and Ancient Families all spoke out to refute Mo Wangchen.
In fact, throughout the ages of Tiangang, there have indeed been many people with not too outstanding talents who, after countless years, have finally achieved the supreme godhood.
"As far as I know, Immortal Linlang is like this. In ancient times, there were countless talented people. At that time, Immortal Linlang was just an unknown and unknown person. His qualifications were mediocre, but he finally succeeded in entering the world.
The realm of demigods?”
"Tiangang Eternal, a few Linlang Immortal Lords can appear, then if they come to compete with you, you can really praise yourselves." Mo Wangchen responded, his words full of ridicule.
As soon as this statement came out, many people became even more angry, but they didn't know how to refute it.
Indeed, Linlang Immortal Lord is already an exception. It seems that there are only a few people in Tiangang's history.
In the next few days, Mo Wangchen kept moving in the direction of Tianshen Temple. During this period, he entered the Ancient Immortal Realm from time to time and chatted with those people at the level of the Son of God. On the road that made him miserable, he gained a lot.
pleasure.
However, having said that, Mo Wangchen still would not reveal his true identity easily.
After all, the current situation in southern Zhongzhou is turbulent, and many powerful men at the level of Ancient Kings and Holy Lords have arrived, and those people all want their own lives.
Although he had the true secret of coming, Mo Wangchen didn't want to cause too much trouble. It was best to avoid it if he could and reach Tianshen Temple safely.
"This should be Tianyao City, right?"
Two days later, Mo Wangchen arrived at another city. Tianyao City was an extremely prosperous ancient city in Zhongzhou.
The city was full of people coming and going, and he planned to stay here for two days.
Because of taking the law before, Mo Wangchen's cultivation level has been rapidly improving during this period of time.
It is now in the middle stage of the fourth level of the Emperor Realm and can enter the later stage at any time.
He planned to practice peacefully in the city for two days, and then continue on his way after raising his cultivation level to the fourth level of the Emperor Realm.
"Huh?"
Not long after entering the city, Mo Wangchen suddenly spotted a familiar figure not far ahead.
He couldn't help but have a look of astonishment on his face, he didn't expect that he would meet the other person here.
"We haven't seen each other for more than a year, and this guy's strength seems to have improved quite a bit."
Mo Wangchen looked at the familiar man's figure and felt the faint aura emanating from him that was not to be underestimated. He couldn't help but feel a little relieved in his heart.
"How can I sell this sword?"
The man was none other than Zhang Hao, the disciple Mo Wangchen had taken in when he was in Tiannan.
At this moment, Zhang Hao was squatting in front of a stall, looking at an ancient sword placed on it. The scabbard was already slightly rusty.
But with his eyesight, it is not difficult to see that this is a good sword, and it should be an ancient imperial weapon.
"My little friend is a sword cultivator?"
The stall owner was a middle-aged man wearing black clothes. He had been meditating with his eyes closed until Zhang Hao asked.
He just slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Zhang Hao, and continued, "You are quite discerning. I got this sword from some ancient ruins. It was an imperial weapon in the past and was left behind."
Now, although it looks a little uglier, its sharpness has not been affected."
As the middle-aged man spoke, he picked up the sword on the stall, then unsheathed the sword and handed it to Zhang Hao, "You can take a look."
"It is indeed a good sword, and the blade is not damaged at all."
Zhang Hao's eyes were shining brightly, and the sword was in much better condition than he imagined. "Let's negotiate a price."
Starting from Tiannan, until entering Canglan, and now even coming to this vast Tiangang, the sword used by Zhang Hao has always been the Wandering Dragon Sword.
Now that the powerful enemy he was about to face was much stronger than before, he had already planned to change his sword.
Now that I saw it here today, I naturally felt a little bit excited in my heart.
"One price, three million spirit stones!" The middle-aged stall owner looked at Zhang Hao for a moment, as if he was sizing up something, and finally quoted the price.
"Three million spirit stones?"
Hearing this, Zhang Hao immediately frowned, "Isn't it too expensive?"
"This is ancient..."
"I know that it is an ancient imperial weapon. Although the blade is not damaged, the scabbard of this sword is stained with rust, which means that this sword has long been ineffective and needs to be nourished for a long time before it can shine again. I just now
If you buy this sword, its power may not be as powerful as the one in my hand, right?"
Zhang Hao is not stupid. He knows a lot about swords. Although this sword can be called an ancient imperial weapon.
But the sword is useless and naturally has no power anymore.
Instead, it requires the swordsman to warm and nurture it for a long time so that spirituality can be regenerated within it before it can be called a true ancient imperial weapon.
However, it takes an extremely long time to warm up a soulless sword, and there is a certain possibility of failure. This is equivalent to buying a sharp piece of scrap metal.
"Well……"
Hearing Zhang Hao's words, the middle-aged stall owner smacked his tongue slightly and smiled awkwardly. Seeing that he was young, he didn't expect that he also knew so much common sense about swordsmanship.
Just now he quoted three million spirit stones, which was indeed too expensive. "Why don't you give me a price, as long as it's reasonable."
"One million and two hundred thousand spirit stones."
Zhang Hao's quotation was actually cut off by more than half.
"Isn't this... too low?" the middle-aged stall owner frowned, "Although this sword is no longer useful, it is definitely worth more than 1.2 million."
Zhang Hao shook his head. The reason why he quoted this price was because he only had so many spiritual stones on his body.
According to my own estimation, the price of this sword should be around 15.6 million spirit stones.
He said, "I'm afraid not many people will buy the Soulless Sword. You can just leave it alone. You might as well sell it to me for 1.2 million spirit stones."
As Zhang Hao said, although there are many sword cultivators in this vast Zhongzhou, generally speaking, no one will use a soulless sword.
Not to mention spending millions of spiritual stones to buy it.
This is also because Zhang Hao himself does not have many spiritual stones. If he wants to buy a real ancient imperial weapon sword, he will probably need at least tens of millions of spiritual stones. Where can he find it?
"This... okay..."
The middle-aged stall owner thought about it again and again and finally agreed.
"Why buy a sword if you don't have money? Boss, I paid two million spiritual stones for this sword."
But just as the two were about to make a deal, behind Zhang Hao, a man in purple clothes was walking slowly. Behind him was an old man with white beard and hair, who looked like a protector.