Sword Slaying The Heavens

"This is... a spirit weapon?" Chen Fan was a little surprised. It was unbelievable that someone would make a scabbard to the level of a spirit weapon.

"Yes, this is the proud work of our master craftsman. In fact, this scabbard was originally a semi-finished spiritual weapon. It was a reward from the heavens. After careful transformation by our master craftsman, it finally became a A spiritual weapon." A hint of pride flashed across the eyes of the middle-aged man.

But Chen Fan was unmoved, and observed the scabbard with a calm expression, feeling that the rune pattern on its appearance was the key point, which had a mysterious and mysterious feeling.

Seeing that Chen Fan didn't seem too moved, the middle-aged man continued:

"Little friend, the function of this thing is very important to a sword cultivator. As long as any ordinary iron sword is put into this scabbard, when it is pulled out again, the power of a sword is comparable to that of a spiritual weapon."

"If that's the case, why not just create a sharp sword at the level of a spiritual weapon?" Chen Fan frowned slightly. If the scabbard was only for this purpose, it would indeed seem a bit tasteless.

As soon as the words came out, the middle-aged man smiled meaningfully and said, "Of course, this scabbard has another unique feature, which is also its real value. There is a certain chance that the power of the sharp sword can be comparable to that of a magic weapon, but there are indeed many uncertain factors in this thing, so we price it at two thousand spirit stones, are you interested?"

Chen Fan was silent for a while. If this scabbard was for his real body, it would be a bit dispensable. After all, it was wrapped with the purple gold burning sky sword energy, and the sharp sword was already extremely powerful, so there was no need for other blessings.

But in the Heavenly Court, his Burning Sword Qi has not devoured any treasures, so this scabbard is very suitable for this trip to the secret realm, but unfortunately, the spirit stones on Chen Fan are not enough to buy this The scabbard, and it is impossible for him to give up the black silkworm treasure clothes.

Thinking of this, Chen Fan shook his head regretfully, and when he was about to refuse, there was some movement outside the store.

Chen Fan and the middle-aged man were both in the inner hall, and they didn't know when it happened outside. When the two were about to go out to see what happened, a voice suddenly came from the inner hall door.

"Shopkeeper, you overestimate this kid's identity, he only has two spirit weapons all over his body." Following the sound of the voice, a group of people suddenly walked into the inner hall.

The leader was a man in the middle stage of foundation establishment, dressed in luxurious and honorable clothes, waving a fan of spiritual weapon level in his hand, looking at Chen Fan with disdain.

And behind him, there are several disciples, both men and women, all in the early stage of foundation establishment and the ninth level of Qi training. Such a combination will cause a commotion no matter where they go.

Chen Fan's face turned slightly cold. He recognized that these people were all disciples of Chengxianzong. When he left Lingxiao City, he knew that someone had been following him, but he was traveling very fast. The person flung him far away, but he didn't expect someone to follow up after only a few hours in this ancient city, and they were still a few monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

"My friends, this shop is just a small business, so I hope you don't make trouble here." Seeing that something was wrong, the middle-aged man's expression darkened slightly, and he said in a low voice.

"The shopkeeper can rest assured, we are disciples of Chengxianzong, why would we cause trouble here? But you don't need to waste your time with this person, he can't afford your scabbard, why don't you sell it to me." The male monk in the middle stage of the foundation smiled slightly, shook the fan in his hand, and said proudly.

"It turned out to be a little friend of Chengxianzong. Since you are interested, of course I can sell it to you, but the small shop is a small business, and the price can't be lower..." The middle-aged man didn't seem to want to see Chen Fan. He wanted to buy it, but when he heard the monk mentioned Chengxianzong's name, he thought he wanted to negotiate the price, so he couldn't help showing a embarrassed expression.

Unexpectedly, the cultivator holding the fan smiled faintly after hearing the words, turned the storage ring in his hand slightly, and directly took out two bright green spirit stones from it, and said with a smile: "I will buy it at the original price."

"This is... a middle-grade spirit stone." The middle-aged man exclaimed when he saw this. In the heavenly court, a middle-grade spirit stone is equivalent to a thousand low-grade spirit stones, but the number is very rare. Only monks have it.

"It's just two middle-grade spirit stones." The foundation-building cultivator directly took out the two middle-grade spirit stones, and immediately sucked the black scabbard in the middle-aged man's hand into his palm, with a smile on his face, and slowly looked at it: "This scabbard is a bit extraordinary, and the two middle-grade spirit stones are worth the money."

"Congratulations to Senior Brother Hai for harvesting a treasure." A male monk in the early stage of foundation establishment clasped his hands and smiled.

"Senior Brother Hai's vision has always been the best among our younger generation, and even the senior sister once praised him." A female disciple also said reverently with twinkling eyes.

Chen Fan ignored the others, put the repaired black silkworm treasure clothes and the thousand low-grade spirit stones into the storage bag, and then walked out.

But after taking a few steps, the black scabbard suddenly popped out, blocking Chen Fan's way.

"Chenfan, why are you in a hurry to leave? I think your black silkworm robe is very good, how about selling it to me?" The monk surnamed Hai had a cold look in his eyes, and sneered.

"Not for sale." Chen Fan's voice was flat and indifferent.

"Hehe, I'll offer three middle-grade spirit stones." The monk shook the fan again, showing a confident smile, as if he felt that Chen Fan would definitely be moved.

"Get out!" Chen Fan said in a cold voice, pushed the black scabbard away with one palm, and then walked out.

Unexpectedly, the monk was pushed out by the force of the palm, and his face darkened immediately, but he didn't dare to fight back. He knew that if he made a move here, he would attract the siege of the heavenly soldiers stationed here.

So he turned around and looked at Chen Fan who was leaving, and said harshly: "Chen Fan, don't be too arrogant, this time you have suffered a lot in the secret realm of the bitter sea cliff. At that time, it will naturally blow you away, and this precious garment will belong to us at that time."

"Come if you want to die." Chen Fan's figure slowly left, leaving only this sentence, the tone was extremely flat, but there was a deep sense of coldness.

The monk put the fan in his hand with a "snap", showing a hint of cruelty: "You are still stubborn when you are about to die. Since the world of cultivating immortals on earth can't find you, let your body in heaven suffer first."

"Brother Hai doesn't need to worry about this kind of person. This time, six of the top ten senior brothers and sisters of our Chengxianzong have already come. There will be no need for Wan Jianzong to intervene. This Chenfan will also die, let him be in vain. Come here and return empty-handed," said a disciple.

"That's right, it's only the ninth level of qi training. If you enter the Kuhai Cliff, you will be nothing but the brilliance of rice grains. At that time, under the brilliance of the sun and the moon, there will be no place for him to stay." Others also nodded in agreement.

...

After Chen Fan walked out of the Lingbao Pavilion, he didn't stay long, and he never cared about the people of Chengxianzong, but he saw so many monks rushing along the way, and he knew that these people were just a drop in the bucket.

He knew that if he rushed to the last teleportation formation this time, he might have to queue for a while. After all, there were too many people and the teleportation formation was simply not enough.

Thinking of this, Chen Fan's figure moved, and he jumped into the air, and the sharp sword in his hand suddenly turned into a stream of light, appearing at his feet, and then with a sound of "咻", Chen Fan's sword merged into one, and turned into a stream of light, slashing towards the sky.

"This...how is it possible that the mere ninth level of qi training can fly with a sword?" At this time, several disciples of the Immortal Sect came out of the Lingbao Pavilion, and happened to see this scene, and couldn't help but exclaimed.