60, Sister Lu, you remember, this is the love of the sixth brother
The shopkeeper's hand tightly grasped Han Muye's palm.
Han Muye slowly pulled his hand back, and the light in his palm flashed away.
A medium-grade spiritual stone, not bad.
"The blade of this sword is three feet and two inches long and weighs twelve kilograms and eight taels. It is mixed with white-dyed gold."
Han Muye's voice paused, and the shopkeeper looked at him nervously.
"Bairan gold is the most resilient. The blade of this sword can withstand heavy pressure. It is considered to be the best among mortal weapons."
"It's just for Senior Sister Lu. The blade of this sword is a bit longer, so it's suitable for swordsmen who are eight feet tall. They should be able to take advantage of the sword's length."
As Han Muye finished speaking, the eyes of the cultivators who were watching, including those who were eight feet tall, all lit up.
The finest of all mortal utensils.
Swords like this are hard to come across.
The shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Han Muye with a hint of gratitude.
One hundred spirit stones are still effective.
"Ahem, senior brother, what do you think is the appropriate price for this sword?" A middle-aged man in his forties with a square face, wearing a blue-gray military uniform, stepped forward and offered his hand to Han Muye.
Han Muye turned his head, and there was a hint of anxiety in the shopkeeper's eyes.
"If this kind of sword is on Jiuxuan Mountain, it will require fifty meritorious deeds to redeem it. In this market, the price will naturally be more expensive."
"Is it possible that eight thousand spirit stones can be found?" Han Muye pondered for a moment and said calmly.
Eight thousand spiritual stones.
A flash of pain flashed across the shopkeeper's face, but he nodded.
The big man who made the noise had a happy face, cupped his hands towards Han Muye, and presented a middle-grade spiritual stone with both hands.
"Thank you, senior brother, for your advice."
After saying that, he turned to look at the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper He, I want this sword."
Eight thousand spiritual stones were spent to buy this sword.
If there were no comments from Han Muye, why would Bapi dare to ask for 18,000 yuan for this sword?
Several other cultivators who wanted to buy swords showed regret on their faces, and then looked at Han Muye curiously, waiting for him to comment on the next sword.
Another medium-grade spiritual stone was obtained.
Lu Qingping, who was standing behind Han Muye, could see clearly that just a moment later, Han Muye had already received two middle-grade spiritual stones.
This skill of being a swordsman is really very profitable.
Could it be that Brother Xiong Zhen also has this ability?
She felt her heart heat up.
If Brother Zhenxiong becomes rich with this method, will he be able to find a good sword today?
However, if Brother Zhenxiong really spends too many spirit stones, how can he repay this favor...
For a moment, Lu Qingping felt that her heart was confused and her expectations were complicated.
The shopkeeper didn't expect that Han Muye Sword didn't choose well, but it became a business first. The pain and joy on his face were superimposed, and his expression was very strange.
Han Muye reached out and grasped the next sword.
Everyone on the second floor held their breath and waited.
"This sword is three feet long and weighs nine pounds or two. The blade is light and thin. It is mixed with black ice spirit iron. The blade is sharp. It is a rare good sword."
"However, this sword is too cold and is not suitable for young female cultivators. However, for those male cultivators who have strong energy and blood and have developed more agile and weird sword skills, this sword is a good choice."
As soon as Han Muye finished speaking, two people came forward.
One is an old man in his fifties, and the other is a young man in his thirties.
"Fellow Taoist, I am Lu Mingchuan, the head of the Lu family in Fuyuan County. I wonder how much this sword is worth if you think it is worth it?"
The old man bowed his hands to Han Muye and whispered.
On the other side, the young man in black attire bowed and said: "Brother, please tell me if this sword is suitable for me."
As he spoke, he spread out his hands, revealing a green bamboo root.
"I saw that senior brother brought the elixir. I have a root of frost bamboo that I would like to give to senior brother."
Frost Lingzhu, the name of this elixir reminds Han Muye. It is a good elixir, and the price seems not cheap.
"Junior Brother Han, the root of the frost bamboo is a useful elixir." Lu Qingping, who was standing behind Han Muye, suddenly said.
Can be used.
That is, among the elixirs for refining longevity, this medicine can be used.
The elixirs needed to increase longevity elixirs are not cheap, and even the preparation of them requires hundreds of spirit stones.
Han Muye nodded, took the elixir, and said, "If you can trust me, show me how you can practice your sword skills."
Now that you have accepted someone's things, you can't be perfunctory. Only after you have seen the sword moves before choosing a sword can the sword and the person be better matched.
Practicing swordsmanship?
The young man was slightly startled.
Just practice swordsmanship once, and you don't have to worry about someone stealing it.
After all, no one in the world has such a level of understanding and can learn other people's sword skills at a glance.
But practicing swordsmanship in front of so many people is somewhat dangerous in revealing one's own practice.
He pondered for a moment, drew out the long sword from his waist, stepped lightly, and swung the sword with light.
The movement moved from square inch to square inch, and it really looked like it was vertical and horizontal.
After seven or eight moves, Han Muye suddenly said: "That's enough."
The young man sheathed his long sword and looked at Han Muye.
In Han Muye's mind, the young man's sword light had not stopped yet.
The chaos of the sword light was accompanied by a series of agility, and the halo circulated until it turned into bright crystals that filled the sky and exploded.
Flowers bloom and fall, flying flowers and picking leaves.
Understand the art of swordsmanship and fly flowers.
The inherited swordsmanship of non-kendo sects is not marked with a level.
But this set of swordsmanship is really quite good-looking.
Han Muye turned his head and looked at the head of the Lu family who had just spoken: "The price of this sword should be less than 10,000 spirit stones."
After speaking, he looked at the young man who was practicing swordsmanship and said, "It's useless just changing swords. You're practicing your swordsmanship wrongly."
Practiced wrong?
The young man was completely stunned.
All the practitioners on the second floor had a look of confusion on their faces.
Just now they saw that the swordsmanship was really brilliant, and most of them felt that they were no match for this young man.
Even Lu Qingping felt that her swordsmanship was not much better than that of her opponent.
But this kind of swordsmanship is wrong in the eyes of Junior Brother Han?
Does he really understand, or does he not understand and pretend to understand?
Han Muye looked at the remaining swords again, but after a while, he looked at two more swords and made a few casual comments.
Seeing the young man stunned, the others hesitated even though they were interested in the sword.
If I were to be spoken to like this, I'm afraid my Taoist heart would be damaged.
"Canglang——"
When it came time to use the next sword, Han Muye directly unsheathed his sword, waved a few sword flowers, and chuckled, "Senior Sister Lu, this is the sword."
Lu Qingping's eyes lit up.
This sword seemed particularly suitable for her when she chose it just now.
It's just that this sword has extraordinary agility, and the sword light on it is translucent, making it clear that it is already a semi-spiritual weapon.
Such a good sword must be at an unimaginable price.
"Junior Brother Han, I'm afraid this sword is not suitable..." Lu Qingping whispered.
Han Muye returned the long sword to its sheath, and then said: "This sword weighs nine kilograms and five taels. It is thin and sharp. It is rare that it is mixed with light spiritual iron, which can be infused with spiritual energy to make the sword even lighter."
"This sword is suitable for the swordsmanship inheritance of Qingfengguan, Senior Sister Lu."
Good sword, suitable.
The shopkeeper's face smiled even more.
Lu Qingping's expression became more complicated.
Suitable, it may not really be suitable...
She couldn't even imagine the price of this sword.
"Junior Brother Han, let's take another look..." Lu Qingping's words were interrupted by Han Muye raising his hand.
"This is the sword." Han Muye raised his hand, and two bright spiritual stones fell into the shopkeeper's arms.
"Don't raise the price, twenty thousand spiritual stones, you won't lose at this price."
Twenty thousand spiritual stones!
Those two sparkling spiritual stones are high-grade spiritual stones. One piece is worth ten thousand low-grade spiritual stones.
A long sword and twenty thousand spirit stones.
This is a big deal!
The shopkeeper held two spiritual stones in his hands, his mouth twitched, and a smile appeared on his face: "Brother, you, your price is so high..."
Han Muye picked up the long sword, turned around and handed it to Lu Qingping.
Lu Qingping subconsciously reached out to take it, touched the long sword, and felt that the sword was hot to the touch, so she wanted to push it back. Han Muye had already let go and went downstairs.
The other people upstairs looked at the swords that Han Muye had seen, and then at the young man in black who stood there with his face changing, and they were all a little at a loss.
The shopkeeper wanted Han Muye to review the last few swords again. He looked up and saw that Han Muye and Lu Qingping had already left.
"This senior brother is really awesome..." The shopkeeper looked at the stairs and whispered in a low voice.
Others also nodded slightly.
Until Han Muye left the shop, Lu Qingping, who was holding a long sword, was still in a daze.
Twenty thousand spiritual stones were used to buy this long sword named Liu Hong.
Twenty thousand spiritual stones, how many years will it take for me to save twenty thousand spiritual stones?
"Junior Brother Han, this sword, this sword..." Lu Qingping didn't know what to say.
She couldn't afford to pay back this sword.
"Senior Sister Lu, remember, this is Brother Six's friendship."
Han Muye, who was walking in front, said calmly without looking back.
Behind him, Lu Qingping held the sword tightly, biting her lip and said nothing.
As soon as he walked out of the store, a figure stood in front of Han Muye.