Sword Master Ling Tian

"Ok?"

However, Ling Tian and the two suddenly stopped in front of a small shop.

The monk followed Ling Tian's gaze, only to find that Ling Tian seemed to be very interested in the rows of swords hanging on the wall in the hall.

"Why, little brother wants to choose a weapon, but you should be a refiner yourself, don't you still lack a weapon?"

The monk asked in doubt.

"Just take a look."

When Ling Tian stepped into the shop, the steward in the hall had already greeted him, and when he saw the monk there, he immediately said with extreme respect and respect: "Mr. President."

"Well, I will accompany Young Master Ling Tian to take a look."

The monk straightened his back suddenly and said with great air.

Ling Tian swept over those weapons. Indeed, these weapons were invisible to Ling Tian at all. They were very poor, and many of them were incomplete antiquities. I don’t know from which grave they were dug. from.

However, among these incomplete weapons, there is really a treasure.

His gaze finally fell on a shattered weapon at the corner of the wall.

"Can the last row of weapons be taken out for me to take a look?"

Ling Tian said suddenly.

Naturally, he would not directly expose his preferences.

Seeing that the monk winked at himself, he didn't dare to refuse, and took out all the dozen pieces of weapons.

Knives, guns, swords and halberds, everything, but Ling Tian's gaze stopped above the last weapon.

That is a fan bone.

But at this time the fan surface of the fan bone had disappeared, and the fan bone was also full of rust, and the soul of it was gone.

It can be said that this is a waste product and worthless.

However, Ling Tian clearly recognized that the whole body of this fan was forged with small fairy material blazing gold diamonds. Although I don’t know how many tens of thousands of years passed, it was covered by thick rust and impurities, but It's still hard to escape Ling Tian's keen insight into metal.

This Blazing Wind Gold Diamond is the best among Xiaoxian materials, even more precious than a single Lihuo Blood Gold, but, like that Lihuo Blood Gold, few people know it.

And this fan uses so many materials that it can be called a luxury. It is conceivable that in the past, it was a wonderfully brilliant sword.

There were not many materials for refining in this world, and the fan was placed in the corner, obviously no one recognized it.

"These last three, what price?"

Ling Tian picked three of the worst grades among a dozen weapons, all of which were inferior products without their inner weapon soul, and the fan bones were among them.

"This...for these three items, why don't you need 10 million spirit stones?"

That manager scratched his head.

"What? Is it because I don't know the goods? Although the weapons are valuable, but these three pieces are scraps. You sell them for 10 million. Isn't it too ridiculous?"

Ling Tian sneered.

The monk also pretended to come forward and look at him. He has a very high cultivation level. As the president of the Chamber of Commerce, his knowledge is naturally extremely broad, but he can't see what is special among these three weapons. of.

"Brother Ling Tian, ​​why are you collecting this waste?" the monk tentatively asked.

"It's just curiosity, but I just want to study the ancient people's craftsmanship. In fact, it's not how valuable these things are. The seniors also know that the next is the craftsman." Ling Tian replied.

"Oh, that's the case, it's not as good as this. The three poor monks with weapons and blades are given to the son, and they are treated as favors, how about?"

Ling Tian was secretly delighted when he heard this.

But still resisted, calmly handed over, "So, then I would like to thank seniors for their adult beauty."

"It's okay, it's just a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron."

Ling Tian put away the weapon and was sent to the door of the Chamber of Commerce by the monk.

"Little brother, the poor monk will not be far away."

"However, we will be friends in the future. In this wild state, everyone else is called Master Yifan, a poor monk. You don't want to have a senior in the future. You will have a lot of students."

The monk held his hand.

"So, today the juniors have done it with Master Xie Yifan."

Ling Tian thanked him again.

The president of the Chamber of Commerce received him personally, which was indeed something he never expected.

"Hehe, it's all trivial matters, and there will be more opportunities for cooperation in the future. However, the poor monk sees the young man in such an eagerness to upgrade his cultivation base, is he going to participate in the great wilderness competition three months later?"

The monk said suddenly.

"Yes."

Ling Tian did not deny it.

"Oh, it's so good. It seems that this year of the Great Wilderness Competition will not be too boring. By then, the poor monks will also go to see it. You have to perform well."

The monk moved his eyes and said.

"That's natural, so the younger generation will leave."

After all, Ling Tian finally bowed his hands and disappeared into the crowd.

"Ling Tian..."

Yifan monk groaned, and the next moment, the figure collapsed in the air.

In the president's attic.

The deacon of the Chamber of Commerce who had brought Ling Tian with him before stood respectfully. He looked at the Yifan monk who turned his back to him and held his hand in meditation. After thinking for a while, he still said, "President, there is something about Ling Tian. problem?"

"he?"

"It's not good, but he gave me a very strange feeling."

The monk Yifan turned around and frowned: "Old Sun, you have been with me for so many years, and you know all about Tang Sect. My Tiandi Chamber of Commerce is under the Tang Sect."

"This subordinate naturally knows that the Tang Sect is hidden in the world, and there are three halls, namely the Heaven and Earth Chamber of Commerce, the Shenwu Hall, the Ice Heart Hall, and the Alchemy Hall. Among them, the Heaven and Earth Chamber of Commerce provides the entire Tang Sect's resource operations. The president is also in the Tang Sect. Second only to the existence of the Tang Sect master."

The deacon said.

"No, you are wrong. The Hidden Dragon Pavilion, which is above the three pavilions for a while, is far from what I can compare, and the secrets of Tang Sect are even more intelligible to you and me."

However, the monk shook his head, "Back when I was annihilated in the Xuankong Temple, the sect master rescued me from the magic witch, and I vowed to follow the sect master all my life and do my best."

"But you know, I stayed in Baiyun City for five hundred years. What is it for?"

He asked suddenly.

Deacon Sun shook his head, "If the chairman does not speak, his subordinates will never ask."

"Hehe, I'm waiting for someone."

He brushed his robes on the Zhongtang landscape painting, and four lines of poem appeared on it.

Deacon Sun looked up, frowned and read it out.

There is heaven and earth between the eyebrows.

Palm Qixingyuan.

Nine hearts and eighteen slaughters.

The Sky Surveyor is invincible.

"Hey, this poem is so weird, the subordinates don't understand it."

Deacon Sun read it several times, but still shook his head when he was right.

"Don't say it's you, no one can understand the Three Pavilions for a while, but when the sect master asked me to come to Baiyun City to wait for someone, he left me this poem. This is definitely related to the person I was waiting for."

"Do you know why I care about Ling Tian so much? It's because there is a mark of heaven and earth between his eyebrows!"

"This is the only one I have seen after waiting for five hundred years!"