Until now, Chen Zong has not taken a good tour of Fengwu City, nor the main city of Jiwu. Now that he came to the main city of Zhenwu, the purpose was not to practice, so he walked out of Changfeng Restaurant and walked along the wide streets.
The main city of Zhenwu is very prosperous. The wide streets are more than ten meters long. There are many shops on both sides, including restaurants, inns, clothing shops, grocery stores, pawn shops, weapons shops, pill shops, etc.
People were coming and going, it was bustling, bustling and lively, Chen Zong was amazed, and there were many martial arts people walking on the street. When he passed by, Chen Zong could feel the faint breath of inner energy.
In a place like Fengwu City, it is rare to see Jin-level warriors. They are basically the backbone of each force and an elder-level existence. However, it is very common in the main city of Zhenwu. On the contrary, there are naturally more warriors in the Qi-blood state.
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As he walked, Chen Zong saw a huge plaque in front of him, with four large golden and red characters written on it, as if the sun was floating in the sky and shining on the earth.
Yiwu Hall!
"This is the Yiwu Hall that Brother Murong mentioned."
On the way here, Chen Zong and Murong Xiaobai talked many times. They already had an understanding of the main city of Zhenwu and were not so confused. Therefore, they also knew about the existence of Yiwu Hall.
There are similar institutions in the other four main cities including Jiwu Main City. They are just imitations of the Yiwu Hall in the Zhenwu Main City. In terms of level and scale, they are more than one level behind.
"It is said that you can buy anything in Yiwu Hall." Chen Zong said secretly.
Dingtian Pavilion also claims that you can buy anything, but the nature of the two is different, because the Yiwu Hall is directly under the jurisdiction of the Zhenwu Alliance, and there are many stalls inside. Any martial artist can set up a stall to do business as long as he pays enough money.
, you can also bargain.
Chen Zong walked up the nine steps, crossed the half-meter-high threshold, and walked into the Yiwu Hall. His first impression was that it was very spacious.
It is wide and has stalls all around, which looks very neat. There is also a huge plaque hanging above it, classifying it into different sections.
For example, there is a section for selling martial arts, such as a section for selling herbal medicines, such as a section for selling pills, a section for selling weapons, and a section for selling various strange things, etc.
Chen Zonghuai had eight million white jade coins, which should be a huge sum of money.
"The Pseudo-Frost Sword is lost. I lack a good sword. Let's go to the weapons section and have a look." Chen Zong said secretly and strode towards the weapons section.
In the weapons section, there are dozens of stalls, arranged in order.
There are dozens of stalls. Some stalls sell dozens of weapons, including swords, guns, swords, etc., while some stalls sell less than ten types of weapons.
Moreover, every weapon is at least of precious iron grade.
Come to think of it, the stalls in the Yiwu Hall are not cheap. If you sell all the precious iron-grade fine iron-grade weapons here, you will not only make no profit, but you will have to lose a lot of money.
Chen Zongru strolled leisurely, passing every stall, his eyes slowly swept over, looking at every weapon, especially the sword, which he paid special attention to.
Under normal circumstances, you only need to buy a precious iron sword, but since you are here, there is no need to be in a hurry, it is also good to take a look.
"Little brother, come and take a look. All the weapons I have here are of high quality." When a middle-aged man saw Chen Zong walking by, he immediately shouted with a smile on his face. Chen Zong could feel the guilt in his body.
The strong aura fluctuated, which made one feel a little stunned.
It’s a bit unbelievable that a martial artist who practices the Jin Realm is just like a commoner in the market, asking for business, but it’s natural when you think about it. This is the main city of Zhenwu, not a small place like Fengwu City, and practicing a martial artist in the Jin Realm is nothing at all.
, if you want to truly gain a foothold, you can only reach the level of the True Martial Realm.
Chen Zong also discovered that the stall owners here are basically in the Jinjin Realm and Qi and Blood Realm. They are too weak to pay for the stall fees and cannot bring out any good things to set up stalls. Furthermore, those who can
The Qi and Blood Realm warriors who pay for the stall fees are basically the children of their families, and they are even less likely to come here to set up stalls.
Some stall owners will shout enthusiastically, but a few stalls are very cold, as if they don't want to come or buy. Some stall owners even don't bother to pay attention to you if you take the initiative.
"It's true that people have various attitudes." Chen Zong said secretly, which broadened his horizons.
As he walked, he came to the last stall. There was only one weapon on the stall, which was a sword. The moment he saw the sword, Chen Zong was attracted.
At a glance, Chen Zong could tell the length and thickness of the sword. As for the weight, he didn't know how much it was because he didn't get it with his own hands.
The sword body is quenched blue, with a halo spreading out, and there are broken bits of starlight on the sword body, like stars shining in the night sky.
The sword was lying quietly on the sword stand. Next to it was a small wooden sign with the length, thickness, weight, name and price of the sword written on it.
Starry Sword!
Fifty million!
Chen Zong was surprised and couldn't help but gasp.
There are not many weapons with names. After all, iron weapons, fine iron weapons, and precious iron weapons will not be named because there are too many. Apart from precious iron weapons, only imitations of weapons handed down from ancient times will be given a name, such as
The previous fake Frost Sword was immediately known to be an imitation of a certain handed down weapon.
In addition, there is another weapon that has its own name, and that is the God Iron-level weapon.
There is a saying that the predecessor of every handed-down weapon is actually a divine iron-level weapon. In terms of hardness, toughness, sharpness, etc., they are not inferior to handed-down weapons. The reason why handed-down weapons can be passed down from generation to generation is because of their
Master, give it an extraordinary experience.
To put it simply, the original weapons handed down from ancient times became famous all over the world because of their owners.
There is no doubt that this sword with a name that Chen Zong was very excited about was a divine iron-level weapon.
"Fifty million!" Chen Zong flashed a wry smile.
I thought that carrying eight million was a huge sum of money, but in comparison, it was nothing.
You know, the precious iron sword only costs 200,000 to 300,000 yuan, but the divine iron sword costs 50,000,000 yuan, a price gap of two hundred times.
My heart is beating, my money is tight, and I have no choice.
In fact, eight million white jade coins is a huge amount of money for most warriors in the early stage of Jin Jin Realm. Even for warriors in the middle stage of Jin Jin Realm, it is still a lot of money. As for fifty million, it is poorer.
It may not even be possible to obtain the True Martial Realm.
"It's better to be obedient and buy a precious iron sword first." Chen Zong thought to himself. Looking back, if he really had 50 million white jade money, he would not be suitable to buy this Xingliu sword. After all, its value is extremely high, and his cultivation
If your behavior is not high, you will be targeted immediately and become a fat sheep in the eyes of many warriors.
Spending three hundred thousand white jade money, Chen Zong purchased a top-notch precious iron sword, which was pretty good.
With the sword in hand, the feeling of emptiness in my heart suddenly disappeared.
"Let's go check out the Kung Fu and Martial Arts section."
Compared to the weapons section, the Kung Fu and Martial Arts section has more stalls, more than two hundred, making it even more lively.
"Perhaps I can find suitable empty-hand martial arts." Chen Zong said secretly: "If there are top-notch martial arts and sword skills at the prefecture level, I can also get them."
Nowadays, Great Hun Yuan Jin has been cultivated to the fourth level. If he continues to practice, he will reach the peak of the fourth level. Unless there is a breakthrough in cultivation, it will be difficult to improve the vigor and purity of the inner energy.
At the level of training Jin, at the same level of cultivation, the more powerful and pure the internal energy is, the stronger the strength is.
Walking through one stall after another, unfortunately, Chen Zong did not see any top-level skills and martial arts at the prefecture level. At most, they were at the top level of the prefecture-level. Come to think of it, any of the top-level exercises and martial arts at the prefecture level.
They are all very precious. In a place like the True Sword Academy, no one is qualified to have access to them except the Seven Swords Stars, the official disciples.
In this case, then look for a suitable empty-hand martial arts school. If you practice a suitable empty-hand martial arts, once you lose your sword, your strength will not drop too much, and you can fight more effectively when you have the sword in your hand.
flexible.
After searching around, Chen Zong walked through all the stalls, silently writing down the empty-hand martial arts that he liked more, and then made a selection.
Soon, Chen Zong finished his selection and walked towards that stall.
"I want this Sanshou." Chen Zong pointed at the book in the transparent crystal box and said to the stall owner.
"Okay, 1.7 million." The stall owner said immediately.
"Okay." Chen Zong did not bargain.
"Wait a minute." There was a voice next to him, and his cold eyes glanced at Chen Zong: "Don't you know how to come first, first to arrive?"
"I said, 1.7 million, if you don't agree, others will." The stall owner frowned, and his tone was a bit cold. Previously, this young man had fallen in love with this prefecture-level high-grade martial arts, but he didn't like it.
It's expensive, and it's annoying to keep haggling over the price. Now, someone is willing to offer 1.7 million to buy it, but they want to stop it.
"Boy, I'm interested in this Sanshou. If you're wise, you'd better get away." The young man stared at Chen Zong coldly, his tone full of threats.
"One million and seven hundred thousand, do you want to buy it?" Chen Zong asked in reply.
"Whether I buy it or not, what does it have to do with you?" The young man said in an aggressive tone and looked unkind.
Chen Zong ignored the other party and directly took out seventeen purple money tickets and handed them to the stall owner. The stall owner also took out the secret book of Sanshou and handed it to Chen Zong.
The transaction was indeed on a first-come, first-served basis, but the problem was that the young man still had to bargain, and now he was unwilling to bid to buy. If Chen Zong made the purchase, it would not be considered a violation of the rules.
"Okay, okay, okay, boy, you provoked me." The young man's face was cold, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his sharp eyes seemed to pierce Chen Zong and connect his fingers.
Immediately, he looked at the stall owner again: "And you, please remember, this matter will not be so simple."
"Get out!" The stall owner was angry, and his whole body trembled, exuding a terrifying fierce aura, which directly impacted the young man. His dazzling eyes contained a trace of anger, with astonishing oppression, which made the young man's face turn pale.
There was a sudden change, and he trembled and retreated, as if being stared at by a terrifying giant beast.
This stall owner is obviously a warrior in the late stage of Jinjin Realm, but I don't know if he is at rank seven, eight, or nine.
"Remember, you two, remember everything for me." The young man backed away again and again, his face pale, but he still did not forget the threat.