Because it was too early, most of the villagers in the village didn't get up, so when he left the village, Lu Zifeng didn't meet an acquaintance.

Lujiazhuang is a few miles away from the town, and there are several miles of dirt roads, which are not easy to walk.

But at this moment, Lu Zifeng was like wind on the soles of his feet, carrying hundreds of pounds of things on his back, holding a long sword in his hand, and he actually ran.

The speed of running was fast, and the sound of the wind was blowing in his ears, with a hint of ancient chivalry.

"Damn, Lin Hu, I hope I can meet you bastard in the town this time, I have to beat you half to death. ”

Running and running, Lu Zifeng couldn't help but think of Lin Hu, the enemy.

Immediately gritted his teeth with hatred.

forcibly took his own ginseng and harmed his own life, and this revenge had to be avenged.

If it weren't for his own fate, he would have seen Lord Yama by now, and not only that, but his mother might also die soon because she had no money for treatment.

If I and my mother are gone, my father will be very sad, and my sister will drop out of school like me?

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, this Lin Hu almost ruined his family.

Click!

The long sword in Lu Zifeng's hand was drawn out at some point, and it slashed directly at a big tree on the side of the road.

What Lu Zifeng didn't expect was that the thigh-thick tree was directly broken in response.

This frightened Lu Zifeng immediately stopped and walked back.

He walked over to the tree that had been cut by his sword, and when he looked closely, he saw that the cut in the tree was neat, as if it had been cut by a machine.

"Grandma, won't it, this sword is so sharp?"

Lu Zifeng's heart was shocked, and his eyes were about to pop out when he looked at the neatly cut tree trunk.

I thought this long sword was beautiful in appearance, and I thought it was a work of art! I didn't expect it to be so sharp.

Sharpen iron like clay!

Is this a 'sword'?

In order to verify that the 'sword' was really sharp, Lu Zifeng cut down several big trees on the side of the road one after another, and this time Lu Zifeng also deliberately selected a few thicker ones.

As a result, without exception, all of them were neatly cut off by a sword.

Moreover, the strength he used was very ordinary, and he didn't try his best.

This shows that it all depends on the power of the long sword.

'Sword, really a sword!'

Lu Zifeng muttered in his heart, excited.

'It can't really be an immortal artifact, right?'

Lu Zifeng's head suddenly flashed, thinking that this long sword was from the Immortal Palace, it might really not be ordinary!

As soon as this thought came out, he was taken aback.

If it is really an immortal weapon, there are so many of them in Nimana's Immortal Palace, at least hundreds of pieces, even if he carries dozens of them on his shoulders, even if it is an immortal, it is probably a lot of wealth, not to mention for an ordinary person like him.

Without thinking about anything, Lu Zifeng untied the snakeskin bag in his hand, took out all kinds of weapons from it, and tried the big trees in the woods on both sides of the road one by one.

'I'm dripping, am I really going to make a fortune?'

Looking at the messy grove in front of him, Lu Zifeng swallowed his saliva and felt a little trembling all over his body.

After a long time, the excitement was calmed down.

However, whether it is an immortal weapon or not, he is very short of money now, and he has to sell some of it, and it is the right thing to pay off the family's debts.

Anyway, there are so many in the Asgard Palace, and he doesn't feel distressed.

However, he can't go to the antique shop in the town, and he is afraid that the small owner of the antique shop in the town will not know the goods.

Lu Zifeng plans to take these weapons to the antique market in the county town to see the situation, at least the price can be sold a little higher.

According to Lu Zifeng's guess, this sword is worth tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands.

After sorting out his thoughts, Lu Zifeng carried a snakeskin bag of weapons and continued on the road.

After arriving in the town, Lu Zifeng did not go to the station for the first time, he first spent three yuan to eat a bowl of noodles at a rice noodle shop in the town, and when the market town began to be more lively, he walked around the streets of the town a few times, the purpose of course was to find Lin Hu's figure, and then take revenge.

People say that a gentleman takes revenge, and ten years is not too late.

But Lu Zifeng didn't want to wait for a moment, and he felt unhappy to let this Lin Hu live happily for one more day.

Besides, he is now holding a 'sword' that sharpens iron like clay in his hand, even if Lin Hu takes out the guy, he is not afraid.

I searched for several rounds and asked some people, but there was no news of Lin Hu.

This made Lu Zifeng a little disappointed.

In this regard, Lu Zifeng did not plan to continue looking for it.

Let Lin Hu have one more day, and wait for him to go to the county seat today to sell his weapons, and after returning to the village to pay back the money he owes, he will come to Lin Hu, the old dog, to settle accounts.

When the time comes, he will have time, and he is afraid that he will not be able to touch Lin Hu, a bastard?

Sitting on the shuttle bus from the town to the county seat, the people on the bus were slightly surprised when they saw Lu Zifeng holding a long sword in his hand, but they didn't care too much, after all, the long sword had a beautiful appearance, and everyone regarded it as a work of art.

Aren't some old grandfathers who practice Tai Chi in the countryside also like to compare with a long sword, and there is nothing unusual, at most, Lu Zifeng is regarded as a young Tai Chi sword lover.

In about an hour, the shuttle bus drove to the county seat.

As soon as I got off the bus, there were a lot of rickshaws around and flocking around.

"Handsome guy, where are you going? Several rickshaw drivers asked each other.

Lu Zifeng waved his hand, and in order to save a few dollars, he carried a snakeskin bag of weapons and went straight to the antique market in the county seat.

Lu Zifeng went to high school in the county seat, and when he picked some high-end mountain goods in the past two years, he would also take them to the county's medicinal materials market to sell, and the medicinal materials market was on the same street as the antique market, so Lu Zifeng was quite familiar with the road to the antique market.

About twenty minutes later, Lu Zifeng walked into the antique market, found an antique shop that looked good, walked in, and put the long sword on the counter.

"Boss, help me see how much this is worth?"

Lu Zifeng asked with excitement and expectation.

In front of the counter sat a middle-aged man in his forties with gold-rimmed eyes.

He was looking at a piece of porcelain with a magnifying glass at the moment, it was a 'blue and white amphora', and when he heard Lu Zifeng's words, he raised his head slightly.

Then, he casually swept the long sword on the counter, the expression on his face did not change, and he said lightly:

"A thousand dollars, if you sell it, go to the guy to get the money, if you don't sell it, you will leave. ”

"Boss, look at it again, my sword is not an ordinary sword, it's sharp. ”

When Lu Zifeng heard the boss bid 1,000 yuan, his heart suddenly cooled.

It was too far from what he expected.

If he didn't know the power of this long sword, maybe he would grit his teeth and sell it.

But now, nothing will be sold.

It's funny, just by virtue of the sharpness of the long sword, it's definitely more than a thousand dollars, not to mention that the appearance is so exquisite.

The shopkeeper smiled contemptuously: "Young man, this is an antique shop, not a blacksmith shop, it doesn't matter if your sword is sharp or not, and the price can't be raised, otherwise you can take it to the blacksmith shop and ask?"

"Let's be clear, a thousand yuan is still a good appearance of this sword, and it has some artistic value, otherwise I won't be able to give out a thousand yuan. ”

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he didn't bother to pay attention to Lu Zifeng, and continued to take a magnifying glass to look at the porcelain in his hand.

Lu Zifeng was gloomy, but he was not convinced, and immediately said: "Boss, you haven't looked carefully, how do you know that my sword is not an antique?"

He always believed in his heart that his long sword was not an ordinary thing.

No matter how much more than a thousand.

The shopkeeper laughed even more when he heard Lu Zifeng's words.

At this time, some of the guys and customers of the antique shop were obviously attracted by the movement here, and they all gathered around, wanting to see the excitement.

When the shopkeeper saw that so many people were present, he was immediately interested and wanted to show his hands. Show off your skills and make a name for yourself in this antique market.

"Little brother, since you are so unwilling, then I will tell you. ”

The shopkeeper put down the porcelain and magnifying glass in his hand, glanced at the onlookers, looked at Lu Zifeng, and said proudly:

"I've been in this antique industry for decades, and I'm a sharp-eyed, but I've never seen this pattern on your long sword, young man, look at what is carved on the scabbard? A dragon! Who dared to carve a dragon on his sword in ancient times? Unless it's an emperor, do you think this sword of yours will be the sword used by emperors in the past?"

The shopkeeper glanced at Lu Zifeng's clothes, which were wrinkled, and a large snakeskin bag in Lu Zifeng's hand, with the words 'fertilizer' and other words written on the bag, and there was a hint of sneer on his face.

He continued: "I have been running this antique shop for decades, and I have never encountered an imperial sword, you are a country boy, do you think you can have an ancient emperor's sword?"

"Besides, the sword of the ancient emperor, which one is not inlaid with all kinds of precious stones, but your sword is bare, except for the exquisite dragon pattern, there is nothing.

Moreover, I just took another look, and the pattern on your scabbard is really so perfect, it doesn't look like it's hand-carved at all, but it looks like it's machine-carved, and besides, this sword of yours is really so new, as if it had just been forged, I see! At most, it's a handicraft, a thousand dollars, I probably think it's too much. ”