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Chapter 598: A pile of garbage

Today, the Asian Martial Arts Conference also has exchanges between martial artists.

Many people have gathered in the main hall.

In martial arts, there are more or less rare or rare things.

"A three-thousand-year-old ginseng."

A disciple of the Burmese Luo Zongmen was selling an old ginseng plant with good appearance and quality near the door. However, no one paid any attention to it.

In the main hall, groups of three or five people gathered together to communicate, or some people sat down cross-legged in the main hall, placing down some elixirs, magic weapons, spiritual weapons... and then exchanged them for what they wanted or had intentions for.

"A defensive magic weapon can be used more than three times."

"A relic containing spiritual power can be exchanged for high-quality elixirs!"

Some people simply hang up handwritten banners, sit on the ground, and wait for interested parties to come and talk. However, very few can reach a deal. After all, everyone’s needs are different. For example, the disciples of Luo Zongmen in Myanmar want

A thousand-year-old ginseng was exchanged for a spiritual weapon. However, the Indian Brahmin disciple wanted to exchange a defensive spiritual weapon for a high-quality elixir. Therefore, there was definitely no way to reach a deal between the two.

There were many people participating in the item transaction at the scene, but not many who were interested. Everyone occupied a place and waited for someone to come to inquire.

"Wow, there are so many treasures!" Li Jinzhu stepped into the hall and immediately saw the things displayed by everyone.

In Guo Yi's eyes, these things are just a bunch of ordinary items. Thousand-year-old ginseng is not of much use in Guo Yi's eyes. Only the real ten thousand-year-old ginseng can arouse Guo Yi's desire to take it as his own. Even if it is

For elixirs, it is necessary to have elixirs of the eighth grade or above to arouse Guo Yi's desire. Alchemists in the martial arts world are not strong enough to begin with, and the elixirs they concoct are all ungraded rubbish.

"These are just some rubbish." Guo Yi shook his head.

"I think it's pretty good." After all, Li Jinzhu is not as knowledgeable as Guo Yi. Especially during the eight years that Guo Yi followed Beiming Zunren, Guo Yi has seen all kinds of pills and all kinds of pills.

Li Jinzhu curiously looked at the items on display and said, "We in Tangun's lineage may not be able to produce them."

As for the things displayed by these people in the main hall, they were indeed just a pile of broken copper and iron, which could not catch Guo Yi's eyes at all.

"These things are like useless things." Guo Yi smiled lightly and said, "It is useless to keep them, but it is a pity to throw them away!"

As soon as the words came out.

The expressions of several people around him suddenly darkened. Guo Yi's previous words, 'It's all rubbish', had offended several people. Unexpectedly, Guo Yi would say that these things are worthless. No one else would be able to bear it.

"Boy, what do you mean?"

"How dare you mock us for all the things we take are garbage?"

Several people surrounded Guo Yi, seemingly extremely angry.

Especially for the Indian Brahmin disciples, the relic held in his hand is completely the treasure in his heart. You must know that the relic is the treasure left by the enlightened monk when he passed away. Moreover, that relic

The child was processed by a Taoist monk and turned into a treasure with both defense and attack.

Nowadays, if someone dares to insult his treasure, how can he live with it?

"Boy, you are too arrogant!"

"If you don't apologize to us today, then come up with a treasure that is better than ours and convince us. Otherwise, you will never get out of here alive!"

Several Brahmin disciples surrounded Guo Yi, as well as some disciples from other sects.

"Boy, do you want to brag in front of women, so you slander us?" The Brahmin disciple looked at Guo Yi coldly and said, "Now you must kneel down and apologize to us, otherwise, we will definitely kill you.

about you!"

In the martial arts world, killing is not illegal. Even if they kill Guo Yi here, they will never bear any legal responsibility. In the martial arts world, strength is respected, and fists are respected. As long as you can beat the opponent, you can win.

Kill with the sword. No one will pursue your responsibility, but the person killed will be despised.

"Apologise?" Guo Yi looked at the people indifferently and said, "There is no word apology in my dictionary!"

"Since you refuse to apologize, then come up with something even more powerful!" the eldest disciple sneered.

"What's the difficulty?" Guo Yi smiled disdainfully and said, "Anything on me can kill all of you in an instant!"

After saying that, Guo Yi shook out the bone sword.

The three-foot-long bone sword was completely translucent, like it was made of condensed mutton fat. From the hilt to the sword light, it was flawless. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that it was not an ordinary sword. Several martial artists took a closer look and immediately felt it.

The power of fire poison.

"What a sword!" An old man exclaimed, "This sword actually has hidden attributes. I'm afraid...it's not a product of this world, right?"

"What's different about this sword?" someone asked.

"This sword... is forged from animal bones!" The old man took a deep breath and said, "The last time I saw a sword like this was thirty years ago. I didn't expect to see it again in this life.

This is my blessing!"

When everyone heard this, there was a look of solemnity in their eyes.

This old man is none other than the great elder of Paro Dzong in the Kingdom of Bhutan.

Bhutan is the only country in Asia that has not established diplomatic relations with China. It is a very mysterious country with a strong sense of happiness. The martial arts world of Bhutan is also among the top ten in Asia. And the Paro Dzong is even more so.

The most powerful sect in the Kingdom of Bhutan.

"Hmph!" Several disciples of the Indian Brahmin smiled disdainfully and said, "Isn't it just an animal bone sword? I regard it as a rare thing. Any weapon of my Brahmin is stronger than his."

Brahmins have a very high status in Asian martial arts, and they have a high position in the world of martial arts. Their influence is also very powerful.

"Really?" Guo Yi smiled calmly.

"That's natural!" The man nodded proudly. Brahmins have a lofty status in Asia, surpassing thousands of sects. He said proudly: "What treasures do we Brahmins lack? The Sky-Suppressing Tower, the Sky-controlling Sword...that one

Why doesn’t this earth-shattering treasure belong to us Brahmins?”

"How dare you show off a pair of scraps of metal!" Guo Yi shook his head.

"Boy, don't be arrogant!" The Brahmin disciple gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, take out the Heavenly Sword and compete with him!"

The leading man hesitated slightly and said: "Master said that you should never take out the Heavenly Sword unless absolutely necessary!"

"But, this kid actually dares to challenge the power of my Brahmin!" The disciple behind him gritted his teeth and said, "We absolutely cannot tolerate this bad breath like this!"

"Yeah!" The man nodded heavily.


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