The Art of the Great Sword

There were many things being sold at the fair. Fang Qingyang took a closer look. There were elixirs, spiritual patterns, and techniques. Its scale was definitely not inferior to that of a general auction.

However, the fair was much more free than the auction, and one could wander around at will.

After walking around, he still couldn't find a suitable magic sword.

Because he only needed one, Fang Qingyang's requirements for it were also raised a lot.

Before, he thought that if it really didn't work, he could use Yuandan Realm spiritual weapons to make up for it. Now it seems that there is no need to compromise. Since he wants them, all of them must be supernatural realm spiritual weapons.

Finally, near noon, when the fair was about to end, Fang Qingyang found a supernatural realm spiritual weapon on a stall, and it was clearly displayed outside.

Many people came to ask the price, but they all shook their heads and left.

Perhaps it was because the price was too expensive!

"How much?"

Fang Qingyang walked forward, picked up the sword and looked at it carefully.

This sword is similar to the previous one. Both are of the upper supernatural realm level. Even if it is placed in the market, it is one of the most powerful spiritual weapons.

"Sixty thousand spirit stones!"

The man looked calm, not worried about selling at all.

Fang Qingyang was stunned for a while, sixty thousand spirit stones? That's really cruel!

No wonder so many people shook their heads and left after asking. If you have sixty thousand spirit stones on you, why bother buying at the market?

The market has a disadvantage, if there is a problem with the things sold, you can't find anyone responsible.

But the second branch is different. Although the price is expensive, people won't run away. Even if there is a small problem, they can solve it for free.

"Cheaper, boss."

Fang Qingyang smiled, he didn't lack spirit stones, but he couldn't be a sucker.

"Either take out sixty thousand spirit stones, or take out a set of swordsmanship created by the sword master, I don't want anything else."

The man shook his head.

Fang Qingyang's eyes lit up, the swordsmanship created by the sword master?

He has it!

But, Old Man Ye and Lu Zhen's must not be taken out easily.

But the Sword King Spiritual Pattern that he had just absorbed not long ago contained a complete set of sword techniques created by the Sword Master, and he had already mastered that set of sword techniques and could memorize it anytime and anywhere.

"Okay."

Fang Qingyang nodded, and he concentrated his mind and extracted all the memories in his mind. Finally, he put his hand on an ancient book, and words kept appearing.

The man was slightly happy when he saw this.

The sword techniques created by the Sword Master are all precious inheritances, and generally no one would sell them.

I didn't expect that the young man in front of him could actually have it!

After a cup of tea, Fang Qingyang handed the sword technique to the other party, "Take a look."

Of course, the sword technique is not complete at all, and several other important places are missing. This is because he is afraid that the other party will remember it privately and then default on the debt.

"Yes, it is the sword technique of the Sword Master!"

The man's eyes were shining, and he was overjoyed, "You complete this set of sword techniques, and I will exchange with you!"

Fang Qingyang smiled, it seems that the whole process of buying a sword went quite smoothly.

"Wait!"

At this moment, a voice came, "This young master also likes this sword. No matter how much he offers, this young master will double it!"

Fang Qingyang looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man with an arrogant face. The guards on both sides of him rudely pushed the crowd away and let him walk to the stall smoothly.

"Sorry, we have already reached a deal."

The boss was honest, "I am a man of my word. We have already negotiated the price. Outsiders are not allowed to buy it."

"Hehe, it is your honor that my young master likes your magic sword. How much can this kid offer? Our young master said, just double it!"

The guard sneered, "I advise you not to be ungrateful. This gathering is my young master's territory. As long as my young master is unhappy, you all have to get out!"

"Wei Mansion?"

Fang Qingyang raised his eyebrows. Before coming to this gathering, he learned that this area was the territory of Wei Mansion. Seeing that this kid was so arrogant and domineering, who else could it be except the young master of Wei Mansion?

"You're smart, I'll give you a thousand spirit stones, get out of here!"

The young man snorted coldly, "Throw it to him! This sword is mine, and no one is allowed to snatch it!"

"What price did he offer?"

The guard asked condescendingly.

"A set of swordsmanship of a sword master."

The boss replied.

"I don't have a swordsmanship of a sword master, I'll give you 120,000 spirit stones, sell this sword to me!"

The young man was too lazy to say anything more, and ordered directly in a commanding tone.

"Sorry, we have reached a deal first. I am a principled person. You are late, so I won't sell it no matter how much you offer."

The boss handed the sword to Fang Qingyang, and at the same time took the complete swordsmanship in his hand, and the deal was reached.

Fang Qingyang's eyes flickered. This boss looked young, but he had a big vision.

There are indeed not many people who really follow the rules like him.

After all, that is the temptation of double spirit stones!

"Thank you, boss."

Fang Qingyang put away the sword and turned to leave.

"You won't give me face in this territory?"

The young man's face slowly turned cold, he raised his eyebrows to signal, and immediately two guards surrounded Fang Qingyang on the left and right, "I'll give you 10,000 spirit stones, take out the magic sword, and I'll spare your life!"

"Isn't this Wei Qinghe, the young master of the Wei Mansion?"

"Yes, this is the territory of the Wei Mansion, so he is particularly arrogant!"

"This boy has offended the young master of the Wei family. I'm afraid things will get worse."

Everyone whispered.

"Haha, it's really interesting. I want a sword. Is it possible that I still can't get it?"

Wei Qinghe grinned, "I have long heard that Miss Tang likes swords. I will give her three magic swords of different colors as part of her coming-of-age ceremony. Now there is only one left. Who dares to snatch it from me? Kill him!"

Ten thousand spiritual stones is no different from playing beggar.

He is arrogant and domineering!

"brush!"

Fang Qingyang said nothing nonsense, his figure flashed, and the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand buzzed.

Everyone was dazzled, and when they came to their senses, they exclaimed!

The heads of the two guards at the seventh level of Yuan Dan Realm were separated on the spot!

Wei Qinghe was only sixteen years old, and he was not strong in his own realm. He relied more on his guards to dominate outside. Now that he saw two guards being killed instantly, a flash of horror flashed in his pupils.

"Boy, you have the guts. Even if they are dogs, they are dogs of my Wei family. If you dare to touch them, you are going against this young master!"

Wei Qinghe's eyes flashed with a hint of cruelty.

"roll!"

Fang Qingyang kicked Wei Qinghe up and beat the shit out of him. ,

"you!"

Wei Qinghe was ashamed and angry. He got up and took out the communication crystal and called someone, "Brother, I was bullied at my own gathering. Bring someone here to kill him!"

Everyone was in an uproar.

"Little brother, leave quickly, you can't afford to offend Wei Mansion!"

"Yes, I'm afraid my life will be in danger if I wait a little longer!"

Someone advised me.

"Right here, don't leave. My brother is the inner court genius of Dongchuan Academy. It will be easy to kill you!"

Wei Qinghe looked vicious.

Fang Qingyang sneered, "I want to see who you can call!"

Not long after, a roar came from a distance, "Who dares to provoke my brother? I will kill him!"

I saw a young man rushing towards him in a menacing manner, with several guards following behind him, with the intention of launching an army to hold him accountable.

After seeing the young man, Fang Qingyang smiled.

Yo.

Isn’t this Wei Hui?