Under the pull of Yuwen Wanqing, Leng Ao and her came to an unattended corner of the Divine Weapon Pavilion.

In the corner, there is a dilapidated counter that looks like a pool.

There were more than a dozen weapons on the counter that weren't so pretty.

It's even a little rusty and broken.

"Oh, the Yuan soldiers here should meet your requirements, don't look at them ugly, I think they were also very famous Yuan soldiers at the beginning, just because of some battles, the Yuan soldiers were damaged and their level dropped, but it's still more suitable for a low-level Yuan person like you to use, look at this dragon pattern sword." ”

Picking up a dragon pattern sword with a few tiny cracks on it, Yuwen Wanqing waved a few sword flowers casually, and handed it to Leng Ao with a smile.

Leng Ao didn't take the dragon pattern sword handed over by Yuwen Wanqing. His eyes were drawn to a huge broadsword in the far corner of the dilapidated counter that was covered in rust and only two-thirds remained, and stared blankly at it.

"Not satisfied?" Yuwen Wanqing saw that Leng Ao didn't react, and continued to introduce: "How about this crescent moon long knife? It used to be a weapon used by the Yuan Ling powerhouse, and when the Yuan Technique was used, the attack on the Yuan Technique was blessed, if it wasn't for the fall of that Yuan Spirit powerhouse, the Crescent Moon Long Knife would not have fallen to our Divine Weapon Pavilion." ”

"Miss Yuwen, what is that sword?" Leng Ao asked suspiciously, staring firmly at the corner of the dilapidated counter, pointing to the huge broadsword.

"Huh?"

Yuwen Wanqing looked in the direction of Leng Ao's finger, and when she saw the huge broadsword, a strange look appeared on her pretty face.

She didn't understand how Leng Ao could take a fancy to such a broken sword, not only rusty, but also broken, with a weird shape and even a blade that had not been opened, if it weren't for a sword shape, it was estimated that few people would regard it as a Yuan Bing.

"That sword, my grandfather picked it up in an ancient battlefield, it's just a broken sword, I'll continue to introduce you to other Yuan soldiers, don't look at these Yuan soldiers are already a little damaged, in fact, it's still quite practical, especially... Hey, Leng Ao, why don't you listen to persuasion?"

Without waiting for Yuwen Wanqing to continue to introduce the other Yuan soldiers, Leng Ao stepped out in a few steps and reached out to pick up the rusty broken sword.

"It's so heavy!"

Leng Ao almost dropped the broken sword to the ground.

The green tendons in his arms burst out like earthworms, and he had to rejuvenate himself to barely let the broken sword get out of his hand.

A killing aura struck, thick and heavy, worthy of being left from the ancient battlefield, just with a strong killing aura, there must be many people who fell under this sword.

After the continuous refining of the flesh body by the Divine Spirit Tower, the cold arrogance of a one-star element, and the strength of a five-star element.

Holding this huge broadsword in both hands, he was still out of strength.

I can barely lift it, and I want to use it as a weapon, but I can't do it with my current strength.

"This broken sword is really not suitable for weapons, it is more than a thousand catties, it is a strong Yuanling, it is easy to use it if you want to, it is not so easy, you better try it again!" Yuwen Wanqing stepped forward and persuaded Leng Ao again and again.

"Miss Yuwen, how much does this broken sword cost?"

"Oh, Leng Ao, this broken sword is big and heavy, it's still a broken sword, it can't even be blessed with vitality, it's just a mortal soldier, it's not suitable for the battle of the cultivator at all, if it weren't for the fact that it is relatively hard and heavy, our Divine Weapon Pavilion Maker didn't figure out what kind of material it forged, it was thrown away a long time ago, I kindly remind you, it really doesn't suit you." ”

Yuwen Wanqing really didn't want to see Leng Ao choose such a useless broken sword, it was purely a waste of time and a waste of Yuan Shi.

"I want this sword!Miss Yuwen, how many yuan stones does this sword have?"

The Divine Spirit Pagoda at the dantian trembled slightly, faintly resonating with the vitality in the body, as if telling Leng Ao the extraordinaryness of this broken sword.

"No Blade!"

The hilt of the broken sword came out, and two quaint boys were deeply engraved on it.

The heart trembled lightly, stirring up waves of ripples.

At this moment, Leng Ao made up his mind that no matter what the cost, he must buy this broken sword.

"Alas, why don't you listen to persuasion, forget it, since you have already chosen, I won't say anything more, the Yuan soldiers here are all the same price, one hundred Yuan Shi, one hand to the Yuan Shi, one hand to the Yuan Bing, no returns. ”

Seeing that Leng Ao had made up her mind, Yuwen Wanqing no longer persuaded her, and there was no joy in selling Yuan Bing on her pretty face, but there was a trace of unhappiness.

"Good!"

Leng Ao hurriedly took out a hundred Pinyuan stones from the storage ring, as if he was afraid that Yuwen Wanqing would regret it,

Then a question came in front of Leng Ao, he found that the broken sword couldn't be included in the storage ring, and he tried several times without success, but it attracted Yuwen Wanqing's strange eyes.

I had no choice but to cast a pleading gaze at Yuwen Wanqing, "Miss Yuwen, is the Divine Weapon Pavilion customizing the sword box?"

"What? You still have to customize a sword box for this broken sword, do you have no place to spend more yuan stones, just such a broken sword, really think of it as a divine soldier?"

Yuwen Wanqing really couldn't understand how Leng Ao could be so fond of a rusty broken sword.

Even if the broken sword is thrown on the street, no one will necessarily take a second look, but Leng Ao, who looks very pleasing to the eye, treats it as a treasure, either there are many yuan stones and there is nowhere to spend, or the brain is sick.

But Leng Ao doesn't look like a person with a sick brain.

"Miss Yuwen, I think this broken sword is very good. ”

Leng Ao carefully rubbed the broken sword, full of joy.

"Wait!"

Yuwen Wanqing was completely speechless at Leng Ao's actions, coldly dropped a sentence, turned around and went to the back room to get a wide sword, just enough to hold the broken sword.

After the broken sword was put into the sword box, Leng Ao carried the sword box behind his back, and the nearly two-meter-long sword box was much higher than Leng Ao, so he could only carry it diagonally on his back.

Fourteen-year-old Leng Ao has a height of nearly one meter eight, Rao is like this, in front of the wide sword box, he still looks too thin.

After buying a satisfactory Yuan Bing, Leng Ao did not continue to stay in the Divine Soldier Pavilion, and after saying goodbye to Yuwen Wanqing, he hurriedly left the Divine Soldier Pavilion.

After leaving the Divine Weapon Pavilion, Leng Ao didn't want to attract too much attention, so he deliberately picked a small path and walked towards the gate of Broken Heaven City.

Passing through an alley, several figures jumped out of the alley.

"It's him!"

Leng Ao secretly became vigilant, his expression grim.

I'm afraid it's because I lost face when I was in the Divine Weapons Pavilion and came to take revenge on myself.

"Boy, you were very arrogant just now!" Liu Cheng walked out slowly from behind a few yuan.

"I have no intention of embarrassing you, please get out of the way!"

Seeing the posture of several people at both ends, Leng Ao already knew that things could not be good.

I thought about how to get out.

"Hmph, what kind of thing are you, a hillbilly, you dare to say such big things? There is no Miss Yuwen here to speak for you, if you offend me, you are ready to die. ”

Liu Cheng didn't talk nonsense with Leng Ao, and directly gave a few people around him a look, and those people immediately pulled out the Yuan soldiers and slaughtered them.

It seems that he is going for his arrogant life.