"I'm afraid Tiangong Pavilion won't be able to contain such murderous intent!"

"You dare to practice martial arts at such a young age. I don't know who you can learn from."

"Why have I never heard of this kind of magical weapon on the weapons list? Have you ever seen it?"

"This little brother has an extraordinary origin! How could such a magic weapon come from a small and unknown sect?"

Feng Changyin heard everyone boasting and said with great pride: "This sword was given to me by my master, and the total material is less than 100,000 spirit stones. Otherwise, let me cut this weapon with you. If you can withstand it, I will

I bought it for 100,000 spiritual stones."

This is actually a hooliganism, after all, the most expensive thing about this sword is not the ore, but the craftsmanship. However, the junior brother is not familiar with the world, so naturally he doesn't know how valuable the sword Feng Buye makes is.

The strong man remained silent, obviously not daring to accept the challenge. He waved his hand and took back his weapon.

Liao Lioyun liked bright things. When she saw the reflection on the sword, she opened her mouth wide and exclaimed: "Wow——"

Feng Changyin asked: "Do you want to take a look?"

Liao Lioyun stretched out her hands, held them together, and then hugged the sword tightly.

In the direction pointed by the tip of her sword, the monks stepped back half a meter for fear of being accidentally injured by the sword energy.

The monk on the side heard a clue, and slyly took the opportunity to ask: "Little fellow Taoist, do you want to sell this sword? I am willing to pay 150,000 spiritual stones!"

"I'll pay 160,000!"

Others wanted to bid higher, Zhuchen said with a smile: "Do you want to take a look at mine again? Mine seems to be more expensive."

Everyone was convinced, but they didn't believe that there could be a more powerful weapon, so they immediately encouraged: "Take out your sword and take a look!"

"If it's better than his, I'm willing to pay double the price!"

"Chaowen...what kind of sect is this? Are you from a weapons forging family?"

Zhuchen put his hand into his sleeve and said modestly: "This is actually not my sword, it is the sword borrowed by someone else. Since you are so enthusiastic, I will release it for everyone to take a look and see if it is good or not."

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"We all tell the truth, you draw the sword!"

"Which sword cultivator in this world is willing to lend his sword? If that's the case, I'm afraid it won't be able to use it, right?"

Zhuchen said: "It's okay, okay. This sword gives me face. It can be used with three points of power."

All the friends in the channel had an ominous premonition inexplicably, and before they could stop him, Zhuchen had already drawn his sword.

"Look carefully, this is my Chaowen's Sword of Sect!"

In an instant, the sword light flashed, causing everyone in the front row to close their eyes.

The Hanxu Sword flew up into the air with purple light, blocking the scorching sun in the sky. The purple sword body shook violently, and an invisible sword intent swayed out in all directions, knocking out all the nearby people into a two-meter-wide open space.

Even though he had full power, he couldn't resist the coldness coming from the soles of his feet and traveling up and down his meridians. It was as if there were thousands of swords hanging above his head, and they would stab him if he made the slightest move.

This is clearly the murderous intention in the sword! The only person who can scare people with his sword intention even though they are two places apart is the only one who is a powerful swordsman! Feng Buye is the best among them.

Quantong smiled bitterly. What a bad luck.

Fortunately, the Hanxu Sword was only a shock, and then restrained its sword intent. However, the shock did not subside because of this, and still lingered on everyone's backs.

The monks couldn't help but hug themselves tightly. They had the illusion of being like ants, and monks with lower cultivation levels felt it more deeply.

They took a deep breath, withstood the pressure, and looked up.

The blade of the Hanxu Sword is extremely sharp, and there is a faint glow of light flowing under the light, and the clanging sound of the sword when it is unsheathed still seems to linger in the air.

"How is it? How much is this sword worth?" Zhuchen crossed his arms and said with a smile, "You are so generous with your bids, can I ask the sword master to go to your sect to collect the spiritual stones in person?"

The whole hall was silent.
Chapter completed!