Sword God

Wanluo's territory is larger than Tianjiang's, at least doubled.

However, there are fewer grade-level Zongmen forces in Wanluo than in Tianjiang House. There are only four. One is Wanluzong, which is a middle-grade Zongmen, and one is not a royal force that is less inferior than Wanzong. The other two This is the affiliated sect of Qingling and Wanluozong.

Wanluozong alone occupies less than half the area and resources of Wanluozhai, which is almost equivalent to the entire area and resources of Tianjiangfu. It is very amazing, and more abundant resources are provided, which provides strong and powerful assistance for the development of Wanluozong.

But the center of Wanluo is Wanluo.

The huge ancient city stands on the ground, and the black walls are full of vicissitudes of the years and the majestic mountains.

Without hesitation, Chen Zong stepped into the city of Wanluo.

Wanluo City is larger than Tianjiang City. The wide black paved streets are so solemn. There are many shops on the left and right sides of the street, and the pedestrians come and go.

Chen Zong walked along the wide street, his eyes quickly swept, grasping the movements of the surroundings and pedestrians.

Stopping in front of a large restaurant, turning around, stepping into the restaurant, glanced at it, the lobby was almost full.

"Objectively, please go up to the third floor, and there is a place." The restaurant's man immediately ran over and greeted him warmly.

There were two empty tables left on the third floor, and Chen Zong chose one to sit down.

"Objectively, what would you like to eat?" The man asked, bowing.

"Do you have some special dishes, and another pot of wine?" Chen Zongwei smiled.

"Well, wait a bit objectively, make sure you are satisfied." The man is obviously very confident in his restaurant's dishes.

A few moments later, the man brought a few delicate-looking meat dishes and a pot of wine.

"Objectively, please use slowly. If you need anything, you can call me, and I will be there." Buddy smiled.

Chen Zong nodded, and Mans methodically picked up white as jade chopsticks, and poured himself a glass of fine wine, full of aroma.

After eating half, Chen Zong summoned the guy.

"Objectively, what do you command?" The man asked, bowing.

"Is there anything interesting in this Wanluo city?" Chen Zong asked casually.

"Interesting place?" The man looked for a moment, revealing his thoughts, and looked at Chen Zong a few times, then immediately said: "There is a miscellaneous city in Wanluo City, very famous."

"Miscellaneous city?" Chen Zong was a little surprised, a little puzzled, but a little curious.

"Yes, miscellaneous market." The man was originally tentative, and Chen Zong's response made him certain, so he explained.

The so-called miscellaneous market is a special place for stalls. It is very large, because there are many people selling stalls, and they sell various things, which seems very complicated. Therefore, it is called a miscellaneous market, which is a feature of Wanluo City.

In miscellaneous markets, it is possible to buy third-order pseudo-spirals and even real ones, as well as worthless things. In short, the miscellaneous market is full of possibilities and is why it attracts many warriors.

Chen Zong's interest increased greatly. After eating and drinking, he took out some Lingbei and gave it to the guy. Then he left the restaurant and went to the so-called miscellaneous market.

The miscellaneous city is located at the north corner of Wanluo City. There are no tall buildings. It is just a large vacant lot. There are many stalls in the vacant lot. It seems to be orderly, and it seems a bit messy.

People come and go, and there is a bargaining voice. Chen Zong feels like a bazaar for ordinary people, which makes Chen Zong feel more interesting.

Stepping forward, Chen Zong stepped into this mixed city. The black land made this mixed city a little more mysterious.

"Coming soon, Chongbao is hiding here."

"Everything is only one hundred Lingbei, and you may get a false spirit."

Even if it is a first-order pseudo-spirit, its value is more than one hundred Lingbei, which is naturally attractive. Of course, the possibility of getting a pseudo-spirit is very low.

Chen Zong walked over one by one, glanced randomly at each booth, some weapons, but looked very old, as if they were dug out of the soil, some pottery pots, and various strange shapes thing.

"Young man, come and take a look. I'm here all good things dug out of the ruins of Vientiane." An old man with a small monkey-like shape blinked his eyes and fell on Chen Zong's face with a smile. Greeted.

Chen Zong didn't answer, but he stopped and looked carefully.

The ruins of Vientiane, Chen Zong has heard that it is a huge ruin located on the edge of Wanluo, just at the junction of Wanluo and Jinghong. Rumors were caused by a great war a long time ago.

Numerous deaths and injuries in that battle led to the ruins of the land, palace, and so on. As a result, many treasures were buried in it.

However, after years of digging, most of the treasures have been found and taken away, and most of the remaining things are of little value.

This is the case. There are still people searching for it. Maybe luck breaks out and you can find something good. Rumors just a few years ago, someone found a sublime artifact in the ruins of Vientiane and sold it for a high price. As a result, more people have entered the ruins of Vientiane in the past few years. Really, a lot of good things have been found out, and the things found in the ruins of Vientiane are often very popular.

Therefore, many people will fake under the name of the ruins of Vientiane when they set up their stalls.

Of course, these Chen Zong did not know, holding a trace of interest, carefully looked up in front of the old man's booth, and a hint of slyness flashed in the old man's eyes.

Some of the things on his booth naturally came from the ruins of Vientiane, but very few, and only on the edge of the ruins of Vientiane. As we all know, the deeper the chance to get good things, the greater the danger. .

The ruins of Vientiane are not so easy to break through.

"Another is going to be deceived." The other people at the booth glanced at Chen Zong and said secretly, but they didn't point out. This is the rule here. When you point out, it means that you interrupt the business of others. Will be interrupted and messed up by others.

"Young man, look at this compass, I feel that it contains a lot of secrets, but unfortunately you are old and have limited talent. You ca n’t see anything, you must be a genius.” The old man picked up a black palm-sized piece of black Compass, there is a lot of dirt on the compass, very old look: "Maybe you can learn the mystery from it."

Chen Zong was unmoved, and the old man was very patient to sell one by one.

In fact, Chen Zong couldn't understand.

Although compared with many people, his knowledge accumulation is very magnificent, but the knowledge is endless, too much and requires continuous learning. Chen Zong is obviously lacking in these aspects of identifying treasures.

If you do n’t understand, you ca n’t pretend to understand, otherwise you will only pretend to be a fool without knowing it.

No matter how the other party sells, Chen Zong is unmoved, because Chen Zong is very clear that the other party's purpose is to make money from himself.

Seeing that Chen Zong's oil and salt didn't enter, the old man was very helpless. His mouth was already very sharp, but he was talking dry, but the other party still didn't show anything. He could only stop and let the other party see it and do it. Well, the mental preparation that can't make money from each other.

Looking around, Chen Zong picked up something, it was a silvery white piece, almost the length of a thumb. When looking at the shape, it should be a section of a sword. There were a few black marks on it, as if growing on them from the beginning.

Fingers pinched the tip of this sword, Chen Zong was curious about the black marks on it.

"Haha, little friendly eyesight, even you found out the best treasures at my booth." The old man's eyes lighted up and he immediately said, "This section of the sword is the tip of a real magic weapon. Found from the very center of the ruins of Vientiane, it is rumored to be a sword king ’s sword. You know the sword king, but that ’s a great existence. ”

After hearing the words, Chen Zong smiled slightly, but did not respond to the other party. According to what the old man said, Chen Zong knew that the other party's concept of the sword king was not clear.

The king of martial arts is the limit of human extremes, which can be called the invincible existence of human extremes, and the sword king, rumored, needs to have profound attainments in the vein of kendo. Its realm has already surpassed the combination of body and sword. Levels.

"How much is this sword tip?" Perhaps it was because of the mysterious sword tip reborn in the early years that he set foot on such a thorny path. For this sword tip, Chen Zong had an inexplicable favor and asked for the first time.

The old man's eyes suddenly glowed.

Ask the price, and that's a good thing.

"Little friends also know that the origin of this truncated sword is very big, and it is not easy. It is a treasure, and its price will not be cheap," the old man laughed.

"Directly." Chen Zongdao said, this old man is just a six-fold practice of Zhenwu Realm.

"Hehe." The old man's eyelids trembled. At that moment, Chen Zong exudes a touch of sharpness, which made the old man chill, and his voice was a little more cautious: "As long as 10,000 Lingbei, this sharp sword is yours . "

Hearing the words of the old man, when Chen Zong hadn't said anything yet, the stall owners of the other stalls in the surrounding area were embarrassed. One by one, the old man was greedy.

Ten thousand Lingbei!

This is a fairly high price ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Of course, compared to the magic weapon, it seems insignificant, but this is just a tip of a sword, but it is not a complete magic weapon.

Chen Zong smiled and smiled. Putting down the sword tip, 10,000 Lingbei, of course, he can get it, but he wants to buy this sword tip, but he is just in a curiosity, and he doesn't see any difference. It is naturally impossible to act as an injustice.

"One hundred Lingbei," Chen Zong said directly after lowering his sword.

"Nine thousand Lingbei, can't be less." The old man said with his teeth gritted. Chen Zong didn't speak again and turned directly.

"Wait, eight thousand ... or seven thousand ... six thousand ..."

With Chen Zong's footsteps, the old man said time and again to reduce prices.

"Well, one hundred is one hundred." At last the old man had to speak, and Chen Zongfang turned around, took out one hundred Lingbei and gave it to the old man, and also took the sword tip.