Chapter five hundred and sixty-one black underworld
Just when Ye Xuan was choosing a war gun in the War Treasure Pavilion.
On the streets of Black Dragon City, a man covered in black robes walked slowly on the streets.
Under his face covered by a black robe, his eyes were glowing green and his brows were slightly furrowed.
"He actually disappeared again?" He murmured hoarsely.
This person is the killer of the Ghost Palace, God damn it.
He searched and hunted Ye Xuan all the way, but what made him quite depressed was that the boy didn't know what method he used, and his aura disappeared from time to time, making him unable to pursue him anymore.
There was a jade talisman in his hand, with a faint glow. This jade talisman could clearly sense Ye Xuan's position, but at this time, it had lost its target.
"If I find this kid, I must pry open his head to see how he avoided the detection of the soul-seeking jade." Tiansha said to himself coldly.
"Bang" was thinking about finding an inn to rest, when a short figure walked quickly towards him, but bumped into him, and then the little figure sat down on the ground.
"Ouch, you hurt me! Don't you have eyes?" It turned out to be a little girl wearing tattered clothes and legs. She was as dirty as a little beggar. She couldn't see what she looked like. She lowered her head and covered her buttocks.
He complained.
Tiansha's face darkened, and two will-o'-the-wisps suddenly filled his eyes.
"Ah, do you really have no eyes?" The little girl turned pale, quickly got up and ran away.
Tiansha's face was gloomy, he sneered and walked away.
If there weren't a lot of people on the street, I wouldn't mind drinking some human blood.
However, when he found an inn and was about to pay the room fee, his expression changed and he found that his wedding ring was missing!
"Damn it! I met a pickpocket, it was that little girl."
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In the small square of Zhan Treasure House.
"This war gun contains the might of a dragon and is just right for you, 'Master Long'. Its price is one million mid-level Yuan Stones!" Mr. Mo introduced the Silver Dark Dragon Pattern Gun to Ye Xuan with a smile.
One million mid-level primeval stones, even Zhu Yankang was shocked when he heard it. This is an astronomical number.
They looked at 'Long Qishi' mockingly, not thinking that he could afford this precious gun.
Ye Xuan frowned slightly, secretly thinking that Long Qishi had never offended this old guy before, so he would actually bring out such a war gun.
Of course, with the real wealth of Long Qishi, he couldn't afford it, but that didn't mean that Ye Xuan couldn't.
Ye Xuan's expression did not change, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the silver war gun carried by the two waiters.
Yuan Li was circulating, and a dragon's roar suddenly sounded from the battle gun.
"Good gun." Ye Xuan nodded, waved it a few times, but shook his head, "No, this gun is too light. It swings lightly. Is there any heavier one?"
The main thing about a war gun is that it is domineering and heavy, but when he uses this gun, it is like wielding a wicker.
Mr. Mo's eyes flashed, "Do you want something heavy?"
Mr. Mo was slightly surprised in his heart. This gun was specially made to target the power of the Martial King at the seventh to eighth levels of the Martial King Realm.
The message was sent again, and four more waiters came out of the treasure house carrying a golden war gun.
This war gun is one size larger than the Silver Dark Dragon Pattern Gun, and the gun body is filled with a golden halo.
Ye Xuan held it in his hand, and when he lost his energy, the entire gun body was filled with golden flames, and he and he were wrapped into a golden burning man.
But Ye Xuan just waved it twice, frowned slightly, and threw it aside.
"The attributes of the gun are not suitable for me. This gun is more suitable for fire warriors."
Mr. Mo raised his eyebrows and continued to transmit the message. Then one war gun after another was raised, but none of them were in line with Ye Xuan's wishes.
Either it is light, or its attributes are not suitable for Ye Xuan!
Mr. Mo's face gradually turned ugly. At this point, he even wondered if Ye Xuan was unable to produce the Yuan Stone and was making excuses here.
Shuizhu suddenly thought of something and whispered a few words into Mr. Mo's ear.
Mr. Mo's heart was moved, and then he laughed and said, "I didn't expect that Young Master Long was still an accomplished body refiner, so he could only take out the gun. Its attributes must satisfy Young Master Long, but I don't know if Young Master Long can
Take it."
Following Mo Lao's message, four waiters pushed a chariot out of the treasure house a moment later. On the chariot was a pitch-black war gun with a faint light.
Although this gun is also of normal size, it gives people an extremely heavy feeling when it appears. The gun is full of scars, and a faint sadness comes from the war gun.
"Hei Ming, this war gun is made entirely of black magic gold. It was once used by a senior gunsmith. In a battle, that senior died, and this war gun was also damaged. Due to its heavy weight,
So no one can use it in this pavilion," Mr. Mo introduced.
Zhu Yankang and others all had a look of teasing in their eyes. They pushed it out with a chariot. How heavy would this gun be?
Just listen to Mo Lao said: "This gun weighs ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine pounds. The weight of this gun alone can kill King Wu, and because it is made of black magic gold, it is absolutely suitable for use by demon cultivators."
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Ye Xuan frowned, the gun had obviously been damaged a lot.
But feeling the faint sadness on the gun, Ye Xuan's heart moved. It was obvious that the gun had some spirituality.
He stretched out one hand and held it on the dark gun body under the gaze of everyone. Suddenly, the entire gun body shook slightly, and there was repulsion at first, but with the input of Ye Xuan's Yuanli which contained a trace of demonic attributes, this time
The gun was calmed down.
"What a gun!" Ye Xuan's eyes burst out with brilliance. This gun was indeed in line with his Yuan Power and was smooth.
But at the next moment, when he was about to raise his gun, he felt a heavy pressure.
The sneer on the faces of Zhu Yankang and others became even stronger.
Ye Xuan's face turned solemn, and he turned to holding a gun with both hands. He suddenly raised it, and the dark war gun was held by him.
"Hoo~ho~" Ye Xuan's face was solemn, holding a gun in both hands. While Zhu Yankang, Shui Zhu, Zhang He and others were stunned, he waved the war gun in a majestic manner, and the entire small square was filled with black and pressing gun shadows.
I don’t know if Ye Xuan meant it or not, but he kept dancing around Zhu Yankang and other disciples with his war spear, causing them to keep retreating.
"Bang!"
"Okay! That's it. How many yuan stones does it cost? This is a damaged gun. The price shouldn't be that expensive, right?"