Looking at the long knife on the ground, Zhao Xiaochen's eyes lit up, only to see that the knife was three feet three feet long, one foot five wide, the back of the knife was a palm thick, the smooth blade was carved with a domineering golden dragon pattern, and a blood-red thin line was wrapped around the handle of the knife.

Zhao Xiaochen bent down, grabbed the handle of the knife with one hand, lifted it hard, but didn't lift it, and found that the knife was as heavy as a fight, so he grabbed it with both hands and gestured twice.

"Childe, this knife is made by Master Xiao Feng in the north of the city, called the Reverse Dragon Knife, weighing three hundred and fifteen catties, and the price is one thousand five hundred taels. The little guy on the side said with a smile, he was faintly proud to have a weapon that satisfied Zhao Xiaochen, and the most important thing was that he had a lot of commissions for selling this treasure knife in the town store.

Zhao Xiaochen's face changed slightly, one thousand five hundred taels, he didn't have that much money, didn't he want his life, he put the knife down lightly with both hands, and shook his head pretendedly: "It's still too light, is there anything heavier?"

"What? also, still light?" The little guy looked at Zhao Xiaochen with a shocked face, if the two sides weren't standing so close, he would have thought that he had heard it wrong, the three hundred catties of things were actually light, how much strength do you have.

"It's lighter. Zhao Xiaochen hit the snake with the roots, sighed lightly, and said in a tone that made people want to make him a meal: "If you want a weapon to take advantage of, why is it so difficult?"

"Small shop, no, heavier. The little guy was speechless for a while, and his heart was full of chagrin, and a big list was gone.

Zhao Xiaochen shook his head again, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked towards the outside of the small shop.

"This guest, wait. ”

A neutral voice sounded behind him, and a middle-aged man in a yellow cotton suit lifted the inner curtain of the shop and walked out. He walked towards Zhao Xiaochen, his steps were magnificent, and he obviously had a lot of cultivation.

"Shopkeeper Huang. The young man stepped forward and greeted him respectfully.

Zhao Xiaochen turned around, looked at the middle-aged man with a Chinese face, and nodded slightly, but now he just wanted to leave quickly: "If it's okay, I'll leave." After that, he went out.

"Wait, guest, I've got a cheap weapon you need. The middle-aged man who was called the Huang shopkeeper stepped forward in vain and grabbed Zhao Xiaochen's sleeve steadily.

"Ah!" Zhao Xiaochen's face was stunned, his head was a little unable to turn, he was not allowed to leave if he wanted to!

"Come with me, I have a sword here, maybe you can use it. Without waiting for Zhao Xiaochen to answer, Shopkeeper Huang took the lead in turning around, lifted the inner curtain and walked in.

Zhao Xiaochen enlisted, a little hesitant in his heart, but he still lifted the inner curtain and followed.

He has nothing else on his body except for the two swords wrapped in rags and some silver behind him, and he is not afraid that the other party will kill people and seize treasures, not to mention that there is Jun Lao Xueyuan following, although both of them are only sword spirits, but they are also legendary psychic treasures, it should still be possible to deal with a monk whose cultivation is not high, and Zhao Xiaochen really needs a weapon that can be used easily.

A simple courtyard with an unknown tree with slender leaves, like a weeping willow.

Zhao Xiaochen followed behind the shopkeeper Huang, walking in a corridor, he looked around, still had a vigilance in his heart, and only after hearing the voice of Jun Lao in his ears, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This small courtyard is extremely simple, except for the tree, there are only a few stone tables under the tree, and it really does not look like a place where people can hide.

The two walked down the hallway, turned right, and came to the outside of a stone house with an old lock locked on the door. The shopkeeper Huang took down a bunch of keys hanging from his waist, and stuffed them into the keyhole was a stirring, click, click, and the old lock opened in response.

The shopkeeper Huang pushed hard.

Hey!

The stone gate kicked up a puff of dust, and the two of them hurriedly took two steps back.

When the dust cleared, Zhao Xiaochen followed the shopkeeper Huang into the stone house. The house is paved with white ash, and there is a faint mold. Barrels, flower pots, wooden ladders, axes, saws, benches, these sundries are also covered with a thick layer of dust, and this is obviously a utility room with piles of debris.

"That sword, if you can afford it, take it and give it to you!" said the shopkeeper Huang, covering his nose with one hand and pointing to a corner with the other.

Looking in the direction of the shopkeeper's finger, I saw a huge, broken sword randomly placed in the corner.

The sword was pitch black, and the blade was wide, the size of an adult, but the sword was only half cut off, and the wide blade was cut diagonally, and the fracture was very smooth, as if it had been cut by an extremely sharp weapon.

"It?" Zhao Xiaochen asked, pointing at the broken sword with his finger.

"Hmm!"

Shopkeeper Huang nodded.

Walking to the corner, he came to the broken sword, patted the sword with his hand, and let out a clear sound, and the dust on the sword was raised and scattered. Zhao Xiaochen took a step, grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and lifted it up hard, only to feel that the sword was extremely heavy, and it took him half of his strength to lift it, and this broken sword was more than five hundred catties, to say the least.

Zhao Xiaochen's face was happy, the weight of this sword was very much in line with his needs, the Broken Flow Knife Method required a heavy knife to be deployed, and without a heavy knife, it was okay to replace it with a heavy sword.

"Good strength!"

The shopkeeper Huang praised.

"Where, where!" Zhao Xiaochen put down the black broken sword, scratched his head, and said in an uncertain tone: "Shopkeeper Huang, this sword, you really don't want money, give it to me for nothing?"

Hearing this, the shopkeeper Huang glanced at Zhao Xiaochen, and his face showed a smile on his face.

"This broken sword is not a valuable thing, but it is made of iron, and it is extremely heavy when it is broken in half, and ordinary people can't use it at all, and those who can use it can't look down on this broken iron thing in half, and over time, this broken sword can only be discarded in this utility room. ”

"This broken sword needs to be worthless, but it's big, if I really want you money, I don't think you, a miscellaneous disciple of Xuantian Sect, are dressed like someone who can afford it. ”

"Hehe!" Zhao Xiaochen smiled embarrassedly, indeed, if he really wants money, he really can't afford it, this sword needs to be mortal iron, but such a big size, let alone a hundred or dozens of taels of silver, he only has a dozen taels of silver on him, which can be said to be far from enough.

But he and the shopkeeper Huang are not related, why should the other party give it to him for nothing.

Zhao Xiaochen voiced his doubts.

"Shopkeeper Huang, I have never had an intersection with you, why did you give it to me for nothing. ”

"This broken sword belonged to a friend of mine when I was a teenager. The shopkeeper Huang explained: "He once participated in the Xuantian Sect's apprenticeship conference before his death, but unfortunately, he failed to pass the trial, and he wanted to come back next year, but he died under the sword of others before he could wait." ”

"I see that you have a fifth-level cultivation in the Spirit Gathering Realm, and you came to buy weapons, presumably because you want to participate in the Xuantian Sect's disciple collection conference, and this sword is given to you, and I also want you to fulfill his unfulfilled wish on his behalf. ”

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