"What an ancient god list, that's just a symbol of potential. ”

"It doesn't represent your current strength, in ancient times, there are still few fallen geniuses, if there is no true secret of Linzhi, there are not a few people in this world who can suppress you and forget the dust. ”

Those young kings of the primeval clan, as well as the geniuses of the gods of the Holy Land and the Desolate Ancient Family, spoke up one after another to refute Mo Wuchen.

In fact, since the eons of Tiangang, there have indeed been many people whose talents are not too outstanding, and after countless years, they have finally achieved the supreme god position.

"As far as I know, Linlang Immortal Venerable is like this, in the ancient years, I don't know how many days are proud, in that era, Linlang Immortal Venerable was just an unknown unknown, his qualifications were mediocre, but didn't he finally successfully step into the realm of demigods?"

"Tiangang is eternal, and there are a few Linlang Immortal Venerables who can appear, then he will compare with you, and you are really enough to lift yourself up. Mo Wuchen responded like this, and his words were full of mockery.

As soon as this statement came out, many people became even more angry, but they did not know how to refute it.

Indeed, one Linlang Immortal Venerable is already an exception, and since Tiangang has been in Tiangang for thousands of years, there seem to be so many people.

In the next few days, Mo Wuchen had been moving in the direction of the Heavenly God Courtyard, during which he had entered the Gu Immortal Domain from time to time and talked to those god-level figures, which made him have a lot of fun on the way to the bitter road.

However, having said that, Mo Wuchen still won't easily reveal where his true identity is.

After all, in the southern part of Zhongzhou today, the wind and clouds are surging, and many primeval kings and holy lord-level powerhouses are here, and those people all want their own lives.

Although there is a true secret to Lin, Mo Wuchen doesn't want to cause too much trouble, and if he can, he can avoid it, and it is best to arrive at the Heavenly God Temple safely.

"This should be Tianyao City, right?"

After another two days, Mo Wangchen arrived at another city, Tianyao City was an extremely prosperous ancient city above Zhongzhou.

The city was full of people and the river was endless, and he planned to stay here for two days.

Previously, because of taking the law, Mo Wuchen's cultivation has been rapidly improving during this period of time.

Now it is already the middle realm of the Emperor Realm, and it can enter the late stage at any time.

He planned to cultivate in peace in the city for two days, and after he had raised his cultivation to the fourfold peak of the Emperor Realm, he would continue on his journey.

"Huh?"

Not long after entering the city, suddenly, Mo Wangchen found a familiar figure not far ahead.

He couldn't help but be stunned, he didn't expect that he would meet the other party here.

"I haven't seen him for more than a year, and this kid's strength seems to have improved well. ”

Mo Wuchen looked at the familiar figure of the man, and felt the faint emanation of the other party's aura, which should not be underestimated, and he couldn't help but feel a little relieved in his heart.

"How do you sell this sword?"

The man is none other than Mo Wuchen, Zhang Hao, the disciple he received when he was in Tiannan.

At this moment, Zhang Hao squatted in front of a stall, looking at an old sword placed on it, and there was already a faint rusty appearance on the scabbard.

But with his eyesight, it is not difficult to see that this is a good sword, and it should be the ancient emperor's soldier.

"Xiaoyou is a sword cultivator?"

The stall owner, a middle-aged man dressed in black, had been meditating with his eyes closed until Zhang Hao opened his mouth to ask.

He slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Zhang Hao, and continued, "You have a lot of vision, this sword was obtained by me from a certain desolate ancient ruins, it was an imperial soldier in the past, and it has been left to the present, although the appearance is ugly, but the sharpness has not been affected. ”

As the middle-aged man spoke, he picked up the sword on the stall, then pulled out the sword and handed it to Zhang Hao, "You can take a look." ”

"Sure enough, it's a good sword, and the blade isn't damaged in any way. ”

Zhang Hao's eyes were shining, and the degree to which this sword was well preserved was far better than he imagined, "Let's talk about a price." ”

Starting from Tiannan, until stepping into the vicissitudes of the world, and now it has come to this vast Tiangang, and the sword used by Zhang Hao has always been the original dragon sword.

Now that he is about to face a strong enemy, he doesn't know how much stronger than before, and he has long planned to change his sword.

Now that I saw it here today, I naturally felt a little nervous in my heart.

"One price, three million spirit stones!" The middle-aged stall owner looked at Zhang Hao for a moment, as if he was estimating something, and finally quoted the price.

"Three million spirit stones?"

Hearing this, Zhang Hao suddenly frowned, "It's too expensive, right?"

"This is the ...... of the ancients"

"I know that it is the ancient emperor soldier, although the blade is not damaged, but the scabbard of this sword is rusty, indicating that this sword has long been useless, and it needs to be nourished for a long time before it can bloom again.

Zhang Hao is not stupid, he knows a lot about swords, although this sword can be called an ancient emperor's soldier.

But the sword has no spirit, and the power of nature is no more.

Instead, it requires the swordsman to recuperate for a long time, so that spirituality can be born again in it, so that he can be called a real ancient emperor soldier.

But it takes an extremely long time to raise a soulless sword, and there is a certain possibility of failure, which is equivalent to buying a sharp scrap iron.

"Uh......"

Hearing Zhang Hao's words, the middle-aged stall owner smacked his tongue slightly, with an embarrassed smile on his face, seeing that the other party was young, he didn't expect that he also knew so much common sense of kendo.

Just now he quoted three million spirit stones, which is indeed too expensive, "Why don't you make a price, as long as it's reasonable." ”

"One million and two million spirit stones. ”

Zhang Hao's offer was directly cut by more than half.

"This ...... It's too low, isn't it?" the middle-aged stall owner frowned, "Although this sword is no longer spiritual, it is definitely worth more than one and two hundred thousand. ”

Zhang Hao shook his head, the reason why he quoted this price was also because there were just so many spirit stones on his body.

According to his own estimates, the price of this sword should be around one hundred and fifty or six hundred thousand spirit stones.

He said, "The Spiritless Sword, I'm afraid not many people will buy it, you can also put it away, it is better to sell it to me for 1.2 million spirit stones." ”

As Zhang Hao said, in this vast Zhongzhou, although there are a lot of sword cultivators, generally speaking, no one will use a soulless sword.

Not to mention spending millions of spirit stones to buy.

This is also because Zhang Hao himself does not have many spirit stones, if he wants to buy a real Ancient Emperor Soldier Sword, I am afraid that at least tens of millions of spirit stones are needed, where can he find them?

"This ...... Well......"

The middle-aged stall owner thought about it again and again, and finally agreed.

"I don't have money to buy any sword, boss, I bought this sword for two million spirit stones. ”

But just as the two were about to make a transaction, behind Zhang Hao, a man in purple was walking slowly, followed by an old man with white hair, who looked like a protector.