"Hehe, who in Black Dragon City doesn't know the name of Young Master Long? Half a year ago, Young Master Long bought a sword in our pavilion. Although Shuizhu did not receive him that time, Shuizhu has also been looking up to Young Master for a long time." Shui Zhu said.
Zhu covered his mouth and smiled, his eyes flowing.
This Black Dragon City is not very far from the Mo Luo Sect. The Mo Luo Sect disciples usually come to this city to purchase cultivation resources. Shuizhu is very interested in the disciples of the "Long Qi Shi" sect.
Practitioners have very strong memory abilities. If you really want to remember someone, it is not difficult to remember someone for decades.
Ye Xuan nodded, threw out a storage bag, and sneered, "The battle gun I want to buy will naturally not be a mere sixth-grade soldier. Do you think such a low-level soldier can be worthy of my status?"
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Shuizhu took the storage bag and looked into it. The smile on his face suddenly became wider. There were fifty mid-level Yuan stones inside.
"Gee, Master Long, please don't blame the little girl for her slip of the tongue. Let's go to the treasure house now."
The woman smiled playfully, blinked, put an arm directly on Ye Xuan's right arm, and led him towards the upper and lower passages, with her slender waist and round hips, and the round curves rippling as she walked.
"Young Master Long, you have come to the right place to buy war guns. Our Zhanbao Pavilion is definitely the first to sell war guns in the entire area under the jurisdiction of Moluo Sect?"
Shuizhu held Ye Xuan's arm, and his bulging penis rubbed against Ye Xuan's arm intentionally or unintentionally.
Ye Xuan frowned slightly, pulled his arm out of the opponent's arm, and said, "Very good, I hope you won't disappoint me."
With a "Puch" sound, Shuizhu smiled and said charmingly, "I have already known Young Master Long's name from my sister. If Young Master Long does not dislike Shuizhu's vulgar appearance, Shuizhu will be willing to serve the young master at the pillow tonight. Although I am here
I'm not as good at double cultivation as that sister, but I'm also proficient in some bone-grinding techniques, and I also have a different meaning."
Ye Xuan felt annoyed and regretted that he had adopted the identity of Long Qishi.
At this moment, the two of them had arrived in the underground stone chamber.
Ye Xuan saw the circular teleportation array in the stone chamber and said, "Okay, let me take this young man to choose a battle gun first."
Shuizhu nodded with a smile on his face, but there was a trace of contempt in his eyes. He didn't know who he was, he was just a useless guy.
After turning on the teleportation array, the two of them disappeared into the stone chamber. When they reappeared, they were in a small square. On one side of the square was a hill with a huge stone door at the bottom.
Just as Ye Xuan and the two were teleported here, the stone door opened and several people walked out of it.
The leader among them was a young man with a cold face and a proud air. Coincidentally, this young man was also wearing the clothes of an inner disciple of the Moruo Sect.
Beside the young man, there was a maid in the same cheongsam with a smile on her face and she was saying something.
On the other side is an old man with white hair.
Behind the three people, there were also a group of men and women wearing the costumes of the Demono Sect disciples.
"Huh? Who are we seeing? Isn't this Mr. Long?"
"Gee, what a surprise, he can actually come here?"
"This guy has racked up a lot of debt since his family fell. I heard that he went to the Monster Mountains to hunt monsters a few days ago. I thought he would die in the Monster Mountains."
"Haha, today is really unlucky to meet this disgusting guy."
When the men and women wearing Moluo Sect costumes saw Ye Xuan, they were startled at first, and then sneered.
They are obviously all members of the Mo Luo Sect.
The cold young man from Mo Luo Sect who was surrounded at the head raised his hand slightly, and the disciples stopped talking.
"Who am I? It turns out to be you, a loser. Why, my legs were broken by the Holy Son last time and have been healed." The cold young man blocked Ye Xuan's path and said with a cold smile.
Ye Xuan's eyes flashed slightly. He had some impression of this person through the soul search of Long Qishi. His name was Zhu Yankang.
He is also a young master of a family affiliated with the Mo Luo Sect.
In the past, the Long family and the Zhu family were about the same strength, and even slightly surpassed the Zhu family. They were both playboys, because they once fell in love with a beautiful junior sister, and they fought and had a grudge.
Zhu Yankang and Long Qishi are not good people. They bite each other every time they meet. However, due to the continuous decline of the Long family, Long Qishi has been humiliated in front of each other in recent years.
"Good dog, don't block the way, get out of the way." Ye Xuan said coldly.
Long Qishi was already afraid of Zhu Yankang, but Ye Xuan was not afraid of him.
"Huh? What did you just say?" Zhu Yankang's face suddenly turned cold. A breath of the eighth level of the Martial King Realm emerged from his body and rolled directly towards Ye Xuan.
"He dared to insult Young Master Zhu, did I hear you correctly?" A girl from the Mo Luo Sect said in surprise.
"Is it possible that the Long family has recovered recently and this guy has regained his confidence?"
"Tsk, tsk, since this guy had his legs broken by the Holy Son and was forced to kneel down to beg for mercy, he hasn't shown much of his appearance in the past six months. Unexpectedly, after half a year of not seeing him, his cultivation level has not improved, but his courage has increased a lot."
After hearing the words of these Moluo Sect disciples, Shuizhu, the other maid in cheongsam and white stockings with long legs, and the white-haired old man all looked at 'Ye Xuan' with strange expressions on their faces.
Of course, none of the three people had any intention of intervening and were waiting to see how the situation developed.
And Shuizhu had a hint of disdain in his eyes, and thought to himself: He was still talking to me, but it turned out that they all had their legs broken and were forced to kneel down.
"Didn't you hear clearly? Good dogs don't block the way. I'm here to buy soldiers, but I'm not in the mood to pay attention to you bunch of bastards, and I don't have the time to listen to you howling." Ye Xuan faced Zhu Yankang and exclaimed.
He said without any change in his aura and expression.
Dog? Miscellaneous fish? Roaring dog?
This time not only Zhu Yankang was angry, but all the young men and women who followed him were also frightened and angry.
These people are saying that they are dogs and miscellaneous fish, and they are also saying that they were barking like dogs just now.
"You're so good, Long Qishi. I haven't seen you for a few months. Not only have you become more arrogant, but you don't even use curse words when swearing. I will break your legs again today and let you crawl back to the sect!"
The speaker is a fat man. He is also a child of a family, but the family power is far inferior to that of the Zhu family. He is Zhu Yankang's capable follower and often does bad things for Zhu Yankang.
He took two steps forward, and the momentum in his body burst into flames. In an instant, his vitality surged, forming a vague shadow behind him.
The phantom was like a snake or a dragon, constantly tumbling up and down in the black mist. A low roar came faintly from the black mist, and every sound was shocking.
Ye Xuan's expression became solemn when he saw it. He knew clearly in his heart that judging from the aura of this fat man, he was already at the peak of the seventh level of the Martial King Realm and could advance to the eighth level of the Martial King Realm at any time. Under normal circumstances, Long Qi Shizhen