What the?

Qingzi even suspected that he had misheard, so he regained some of his energy and repeated the request. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"My matching sword is worth eight taels of silver?!"

"That's right."

Make no mistake, this is just a bargain from the shopkeeper when he sold the sword just now, and it is worth a few pennies and silver.

Could it be that what this man in black really wants is the sword that has been passed down from generation to generation, and he didn't expect it to be worth so much eight taels of silver!

Qingmingzi was secretly heartbroken, but since he had already sold it, there was naturally no reason to get it back.

Now the man in black doesn't know that this sword has been stolen and replaced, since he wants to be the wronged leader, Qingmingzi is also happy to pretend to be confused.

He happily gave the sword to the man in black, who took the money and the sword, as well as the IOU of the unlucky fat man, and left.

In the room, the steward, who had been staring at the movement here, whispered to Boss Liu, "Boss, do you want to send someone to follow?" ”

The middle-aged man with scars on his face waved his hand: "I said why is it so familiar, it turns out to be the famous gambling god Hua Jianglong on the rivers and lakes." ”

"Hua Jianglong?"

The steward was taken aback: "These two are really not unjustly lost, but why did Hua Jianglong come over to win this sword, he has long been hidden in the rivers and lakes, and there are not many people who can invite him." ”

……

Hua Jianglong left the casino and went straight to an inn in the county seat, where a figure was already sitting and waiting. Hua Jianglong threw the iron sword he had won towards the man in the room.

"Qianmian Langjun, I brought you what you wanted."

The person standing in the room was the thousand-faced Langjun who disguised himself as the innkeeper and stole Liu Tong and others a few days ago, and I saw him wearing a peculiar face, and the face mask kept changing with his emotions.

It is said that the Thousand Faces Langjun never shows his true face, except for the appearance of other people, he has a peculiar face, and no one knows his true face.

He accepted the sword thrown by Hua Jianglong, seemed to smile, and his face turned green.

"This is the magical sword of the Immortal Concept? It looks really remarkable. ”

The character of the gambling god Hua Jianglong, he can trust it, since this is what he won from the Taoist priest of the Immortal Temple, it is absolutely not wrong.

Thousand-faced Langjun carefully put away the iron sword and carried it on his back. He took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve, carefully shook out a few green pills from it, and handed them to Hua Jianglong.

"Thank you God of Gambling for your help, this is this year's Life-Continuation Pill, the helmsman let me hand it over to you, so I can cherish this happy day."

Hua Jianglong has never been smiling, but at this moment, he carefully took the pill with both hands, held it tightly in his hand, and then said: "Thank you, subordinates, the helmsman, the thousand-faced Langjun has completed the task this time, and the ranking will inevitably rise, and please say a few kind words in front of the helmsman in the future." ”

Thousand-faced Langjun's face turned gray: "You and I are both Xuanzi sect disciples, but they are loyal lackeys of this sect, unless you ascend to the ground level, how can the helmsman see it in your eyes." ”

"Hey", Hua Jianglong was silent for a while, and shouted in a low voice: "The Holy Gate will last for thousands of generations." ”

"The Holy Gate is passed on for generations, farewell." Thousand-faced Langjun took something, jumped out of the window, and disappeared into the distance after a while.

**********

Liang Lan carried the sword and walked out of the 'Taiding Xuan' with satisfaction.

After some fierce bargaining, he finally bargained from the old fox who was the king's treasurer, and spent four taels of silver to buy the sword.

Fortunately, no one else knew that this was a magic weapon worth ten thousand gold, and it was definitely a big profit, and holding back the little excitement in his heart, Liang Lan walked to the no-man's corner with his sword.

According to the novels of the previous life, the magic weapons are all capable of recognizing the Lord and need to be fed with their own blood.

Liang Lan picked up the sword and decisively slashed it into the palm of his hand, instantly cutting out an inch wound. He clenched his fists, letting the blood drip down his palms onto the sword.

However, after waiting for a long time, Liang Lan didn't see any strange reactions, and then he realized that the so-called dripping blood can recognize the master, which is pure nonsense.

Unless you use your own essence blood when refining, so that the magic weapon has its own luck, any magic weapon can be easily taken away by someone, and you must hide it carefully in the future.

Trying to inject some true qi into the sword, Liang Lan felt a subtle sense between himself and the sword, and with a movement of his mind, the sword flew out with a bang, flying up and down in the air under the control of his divine thoughts.

"Let's go!"

Liang Lan put his fingers together into a sword, and slashed hard at a fist-thick Tsubaki tree not far away, white light flashed in the air, and the tree fell to the ground with a thud, and was cut off by the flying sword.

This kind of power, even Liang Lan herself was a little surprised.

He could smash a large tree with a full blow, but that needed to be charged in advance, and an attack of that strength would be exhausted in three or four moves at most.

Now that he is using the flying sword, he can easily cut through a large tree of the same thickness, and judging from the consumption of the blow just now, it is not a problem to swing it a dozen times.

What's more, using a flying sword to hurt people can be regarded as a fairy method.

Not to mention the third-grade master, even the second-grade master is only full of energy, and he is far from being able to kill people in the air.

Only when a master cultivates internal strength, will there be similar magical exercises. However, in addition to hurting people in the air, the body of a first-class master is also extremely hard, which can be called steel and iron bones. Liang Lan thinks that she is still far behind. Since he hadn't fought before, he didn't know what level he was at now, and whether the flying sword had the strength of a second-grade master? ?

In my memory, it seems that there are really peerless masters who can perform magical exercises such as the Northern Spiritual Skill and the Great Shift of Qiankun. Fortunately, the perverts who practice martial arts to this level are also one in ten thousand, and it is safer to avoid them obediently if they encounter them.

For ordinary martial artists to cultivate to the peak of the grandmaster, they must not only have excellent talent and acquired diligence, but also have great opportunities. Practice the supreme exercises, and comprehend the origin of heaven and earth from the exercises, so as to obtain all kinds of miracles.

In fact, at this point, martial arts training has also become a kind of cultivation.

Ten thousand laws have the same path, of course, the fastest shortcut is none other than cultivation, as long as Liang Lan enters the Yin God realm, he will definitely not be weaker than those first-grade martial artists.

Now it is still far from these, Liang Lan retracted his thoughts, took the sword back in his hand, and walked towards home.

As soon as I turned into the alley, I saw a scholar with a long figure and a handsome face standing at the door of the house. It was Gao Dengyun, he was pacing at the door with an anxious face, and when he saw Liang Lan walking in, he hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Liang Lan's sleeve and left.

"Uncle Shan, you're back, wait for you for a long time, quick, come with me."

"Where are you going?" Liang Lan was dazed.

"Where are you going?" Gao Dengyun smiled and said, "Shanbo, are you joking, or are you really dizzy." Have you forgotten the night banquet we made up for three days ago? ”

"Ah, exactly."

Liang Lan patted his head, he had been obsessed with cultivation for the past two days, and he was very happy to get the magic weapon today, so he actually threw this matter out of the clouds in Kyushu. It could be seen that Gao Dengyun had been waiting outside the door for a long time, and he suddenly felt very embarrassed.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

"Hahaha, the purpose of this night banquet is to have fun together, Uncle Shan doesn't have to see him like this," Gao Dengyun's temperament was very free, he put his head up, and said with a smile: "I will meet the girl from the Drunken Immortal Building later, if you are still so restrained, you will live up to the good Shaoguang tonight." ”

"Is the girl from the Drunken Immortal Building so good?" Seeing that even people like Gao Dengyun were so respected, Liang Lan was also a little curious.

"That's nature, the girls in the Drunken Immortal Building have their own merits, and the fat swallow is thin and you can take it yourself. And I heard that in recent days, there has been a spring thirteen niang in the drunken fairy building, and it is even more glamorous, I was fortunate to see it yesterday, and it is really a peerless beauty, hey, it's a pity......"

Gao Dengyun sighed: "Thirteen Niang doesn't sell her body for her art, and how many sons ask for pleasure with a lot of money, but they are all rejected." ”

Spring Thirteen Niang?

Liang Lan felt that the name was so familiar, and she couldn't remember where she had heard it for a while. Just gave up, and followed Gao Dengyun towards the Drunken Immortal Building painting boat step by step.