The purple spirit bead suddenly exploded after a week of luster circulation.

The waves of spiritual energy surged violently, and the erupting flames engulfed the entire staircase, and onlookers not far away could feel the sky shake for a while.

After the tall and thin old man made this move, he immediately jumped behind him and used his spiritual power to protect his body. At the same time, his eyes still didn't dare to slacken, and he focused on the center of the explosion, and he saw that kid was swept up in flames, and now the aura had disappeared, isn't it...... Was it really blown to ashes?

Zhu Shenfeng didn't expect the other party to hide such a move, and suddenly there was a burst of fear, and he was worried that Nangong Fei would take Ye Shuo's death out of his head, and was thinking about how to take advantage of the chaos to slip away, but Nangong Fei, who was beside him, still looked indifferent, as if he was just enjoying a good show.

The tall and thin old man didn't expect it to go so smoothly, but when the energy in the firelight gradually dissipated, a sense of danger suddenly rose in his heart, as if it was an instinct cultivated through a hundred battles. At this moment, his body suddenly stiffened, and a figure appeared silently behind him, and a cold bead body with a fiery bead pressed against the back of his head.

"All the energy contained in your Dzi Explosion is already here now. Ye Shuo's voice was not full of emotion, like the impermanence of the underworld, "Are you returning the Manjushri Sword to me now, or do you want to take this blow?"

The tall and thin old man could feel every muscle in his body trembling, but he didn't dare to move it.

He knew the power of the dzi explosion best, and if it wasn't for the last resort, he would definitely not be willing to detonate a dzi! The other party didn't know what means he used, but he could not even absorb the energy in it while avoiding the explosion, but if it was replaced by himself, he would definitely not be able to dodge......

"I surrender...... I returned the sword ......" Finally, the tall and thin old man trembled and raised his hands high, "A good man spares his life, don't kill me......"

Ye Shuo snorted coldly, his five fingers clenched, and the concentrated energy disappeared between his palms and fingers.

Since the beginning of the war, the situation can be said to be completely "one-sided". These three old men seem to be quite famous among a group of collectors, and the strength of the three of them is also superior. Now that they have been defeated, a group of people can't help but secretly think in their hearts, if they face that strange boy by themselves, I don't know how many tricks they can last? The more they think about it, the more frightened they become, and gradually they all put away their thoughts of fishing in troubled waters.

The lord of Cangyun Mansion was also staring at this scene with complicated eyes. In his eyes, there was a kind of relief mixed with worry, and the frequency of his hands rubbing unconsciously accelerated.

"Hero, the sword is not on me......" The tall and thin old man's head hung very low, "We hid it in the exhibition counter of Cangyun Building, and we wanted to wait for everyone to disperse before leaving with the sword, but we didn't want to, and bumped into the hero......"

"Don't be verbose, you lead the way to get it. Ye Shuo pushed him and admonished him again: "Remember not to play any tricks." ”

Everyone went all the way back to Cangyun Tower, Ye Shuo looked around, it was quite well-built, and the walls were also covered with all kinds of weapon reliefs, close to it, and even feel a kind of sword intent rushing to the face, which could indeed make these collectors feel good at first sight.

The hall is square and lined with exhibition counters, and next to each weapon, an elaborate sign is erected, briefly describing the characteristics of the weapon and the related historical legends. Ye Shuo already had a limited knowledge of weapons, and he was bent on getting back the Manjushri Sword, but he didn't have the intention to take a closer look, but Nangong Fei watched it with relish, and from time to time he would talk to the deacon in the building.

Led by three old men, everyone came to a corner of the hall. This place is originally located at the bend, and the weapons on display are relatively unpopular, and there are few people on display, so it is indeed a good place to hide things.

When the tall and thin old man crouched down and used the spare key to open the drawer under the counter, everyone also stretched their necks. To put it bluntly, this matter had nothing to do with them originally, but after seeing a fierce battle just now, the boiling blood had not cooled, and they were all looking forward to seeing the final result with their own eyes.

The key was inserted into the machine, and after a slight "click", the cabinet door opened, and an unpretentious long sword was wrapped in silk cloth, lying right in it. The tall and thin old man turned his head to look at Ye Shuo, waiting for him to show him.

This sword is indeed not abnormal on the surface, but the three old men are scheming, Ye Shuo didn't want anything to happen at the last moment, and after thinking about it, he bowed his head and said, "You take it out." ”

The tall and thin old man did as he was told, and just as he straightened up and was about to hold the sword to Ye Shuo, a powerful energy suddenly exploded between the two, and a sudden black light enveloped the Manjushri sword and retreated in a flash. When everyone raised their heads again, there were seven or eight green-shirted men in front of them, and the Manjushri sword was being held tightly in the hands of one of them.

"Listen, this Manjushri Sword is now the great sect of our sword kiln! The man with the Manjushri sword shouted at the crowd.

The Lord of Cangyun Mansion sighed and stepped forward slowly: "How many ...... Friends of the Sword Kiln Sect, since you have arrived at my Cangyun Building, please give this building a face. Our transactions here have always been based on the principle of equality and voluntariness, and if you want to buy a sword, please negotiate with the master first......"

Another disciple of the Sword Kiln Great Sect waved his hand impatiently: "What is so much nonsense, what our Sword Kiln Great Sect wants, who dares not to buy it?" At this time, a layer of formation had already been unscrewed on the soles of their feet, the formation pattern flickered, and the space was quickly communicated, obviously they were able to appear suddenly, and it was also with the help of this spatial movement formation.

"Hahaha......" The tall and thin old man suddenly laughed miserably, "This is really called the praying mantis catching cicadas, the yellow finch is behind, we think we have no last resort, but we don't want people to get the news that the Manjushri Sword will be exhibited in Cangyun Tower early in the morning, and they came here to ambush...... Casting Shenfeng, do you understand now, even if there are not a few of us, you can't keep your Manjushri Sword!"

The repeated provocations made Ye Shuo's chest already angry. Staring at the group of Sword Kiln Great Sect disciples, his eyes were cold: "What if I don't buy it?" As soon as the words fell, his body jumped up, and with a palm, he covered the leader's head.

"I can't help myself!" all the disciples sneered in unison, and the hilt of the sword was raised, connected from end to end, communicating with the formation, inspiring a spiritual power barrier. Ye Shuo's palm fell, and he was also shocked by this vast energy, and it was at this moment that the light of the formation shone to the extreme, and the smug smiles of the disciples were also drowned out by the light, and they disappeared in this space in an instant.

"Alas, although the Sword Kiln Sect has always acted as good and evil, it is said that they still can't do it if they rob it in broad daylight like this. What the hell is going on...... this?" The Lord of Cangyun Mansion looked at the empty flat ground in front of him, sighed lightly, and muttered to himself.

Ye Shuocai didn't care so much, and asked, "Where is the Sword Kiln Sect?"

"The Sword Kiln Sect is an ancient sect, and their heritage is very deep, and with our current strength, they can't deal with it. The owner of Cangyun Mansion was still hesitating, and Nangong Fei took the initiative to take over the conversation, "Or, just ask my father for help?" took out the jade slip and was about to summon the message, but Ye Shuo held her hand.

"No need. I...... I don't want to rely on you all the time. Of course, Ye Shuo knew that Nangong Fei was for his good, but he was still a man in the end, always shrinking behind women, relying on women to make things happen, what would it matter in the future?

"If I'm not strong enough now, then I'll wait until I'm strong enough in the future to go to them for a sword. Anyway, I know that this sword is in the Sword Kiln Sect, and it can't fly. ”

Nangong Fei knew Ye Shuo's concerns. Although he will always understand in the future that such persistence is actually meaningless, while he still retains this self-esteem, let him live the way he likes.

After that, Ye Shuo had a brief conversation with Zhu Shenfeng, remembering that he was an old friend of the master, and he didn't embarrass him too much, and let him go after a few words. The crowd of onlookers also dispersed one after another, and Ye Shuo was about to leave with Nangong Fei, when the lord of Cangyun Mansion suddenly stopped them.

"Two little friends......" The owner of Cangyun Mansion seemed to have made a lot of determination, "Can you ask the two little friends to do a favor?" Seeing that Ye Shuo did not show any objection, he took the initiative to spread his hands and lead the way, "Let's take a step to speak." ”

The owner of Cangyun Mansion took the two to a luxurious guest room, and Ye Shuo waved his hand to refuse the melons and fruits he served, signaling that he had something to say.

The owner of Cangyun Mansion sat down on the sofa opposite: "That's the case, a few days ago, there were a few guests, they took a fancy to the exhibits in my building and wanted to buy them all...... I'm just a middle ground here, and when the guests send their collections to me for exhibition, how can I be qualified to sell them without permission? But those people didn't listen, and said that they would come back in a few days, and if I hadn't packed the exhibits for them, I wouldn't have to open the Cangyun Building anymore......"

"I've been worrying about this matter for the past few days, and you know that the guests who come to me are all collectors, and if the weapons they painstakingly collected are all gone at once, and the compensation is small, I'm afraid they will have the heart to kill me...... This Cangyun Tower, horizontal and vertical, is going to be smashed. ”

"Later, I finally came up with a solution that I couldn't do, and that was to find a powerful friend to play the role of spoiler. When the guests returned, the friend drove them away on the pretext of purchasing. Afterwards, I only need to put away the exhibits properly, and only say that I have bought them for that person, and when the limelight passes, I will return them to the owner one by one. In this way, the whole thing has nothing to do with my Cangyun Tower. ”

"But to take on this responsibility, you must cultivate to be strong, after all, those people are not fuel-efficient lamps...... When I first saw Xiaoyou today, I was really like a savior, and I wanted to come to you with your strength, and I would be able to do it! I beg you on behalf of this Cangyun Building!" said the owner of Cangyun Building, throwing off the hem of his robe, and was about to bend down and kneel.

Ye Shuo casually held him up. In fact, he already felt strange, those old men wanted to hide the Manjushri sword in the exhibition case, for several days in a row, how could he, as the owner of the building, be unaware? And afterwards, when he made a big fuss in the casting of the gods, he also did not say anything, and all kinds of words and deeds seemed to be deliberately covering up.

Now that he thinks about it, it seems that the three old men he originally wanted to ask for help were actually the three old men, so he intended to use this matter to sell them a favor.

"Little friend, you must remember that you played a stranger at that time, and you didn't recognize me or them, but you only wanted to buy the exhibits because you loved swords...... If they know that you are the helper I invited from Cangyun Tower, then everything will be over......"

The owner of Cangyun Mansion was still struggling to advise, although Ye Shuo didn't know how he managed to maintain this huge Cangyun Mansion because he was so afraid of wolves and tigers, but he was not interested in these things. As for Cangyun Tower's survival, what does it have to do with himself? He has long passed the age of righteousness and courage.

"Don't worry, I haven't promised to help you yet. Ye Shuo's tone was not salty or light, "Isn't it the first day that you are messing around on this Spirit Continent, and you want to ask the strong to help, you need to pay something beforehand, do you still need me to teach you?"

The whole face of the Cangyun Mansion Lord drooped, and his face was full of "If I can afford to invite a strong person, do I still need to be so distressed?"

"This group of people...... Why have you been so arrogant lately?" Nangong Fei said hesitantly. First the Sword Kiln Sect, and now the group of people of unknown origin, why are they all so eager to loot treasures? Is it really because that day is about to come?

The lord of Cangyun Mansion had a bitter look on his face: "Alas, when will that group of people not be arrogant! And the other party is the king of the Blood Cloud Hall, relying on the support of the Nine Shadows Palace, I can't afford to offend!"

"People from the Blood Cloud Hall?" Ye Shuo, who had always looked indifferent, suddenly sat up straight, and a playful smile crossed his eyes, "This can be done." ”

A few days later.

The exchange and exhibition of Cangyun Building has just ended, and now it is the most deserted time in the building, and there are few guests in sight.

At about noon, two blood-clothed messengers swaggered in, swept around in front of the exhibition cabinet, and shouted loudly: "Lord, we told you early in the morning to wrap up all the collections here and wait for us to pick them up, why aren't you ready?"

The owner of Cangyun Mansion hurriedly came out of the building, bowed down and said with a smile: "Two kings, I have already told you before, I am only responsible for the exhibition here, and I do not provide sales, please go to those collectors to negotiate, okay......?"

The two blood-clothed messengers were arrogant, not noticing his abnormality, one raised his hand and slapped it heavily on the counter: "How can we have time to visit one by one! When the time comes, you just need to tell them that these collections are from my Blood Cloud Hall, and see if they dare to say more nonsense?"

The other person also immediately said: "Yes, it is their honor that their collection can honor my Blood Cloud Hall, why don't you go and wrap it up!"

The Cangyun Mansion Master had already used all the tricks that could be delayed, and finally glanced out of the building, slowly opened the counter, and took out the collection, and the two Blood Cloud Hall envoys next to him kept urging.

The stalemate was suddenly broken by a clear drink.

"Wait!"

A white-faced middle-aged man walked in slowly, not only were the two Blood Cloud Hall envoys stunned at the same time, but even the Lord of Cangyun Mansion was dumbfounded for a moment when he saw the comer.

(End of chapter)