Thinking about it, Mo Tianyu's expression changed, and he walked into a weapon shop in the center of Qixuan City.

This weapon shop is not big or small, and even the types of weapons are not very large, but it can be ranked among the top three in Qixuan City, relying on quality, and quality is better than quantity.

Stepping into the store, Mo Tianyu's eyes lit up, and at first glance, the weapons here seemed to be much brighter than the weapons in the Seven Xuan Treasure Vault.

However, the power is like a cloud of mud, on the one hand, there is a high-grade weapon that has endured battlefield battles and is covered with dust, and on the other hand, it is a fledgling, low-end weapon in the secular world.

Mo Tianyu's gaze swept over the rows of weapon racks, and he couldn't help but shake his head secretly, with a little more loss in his eyes, there was no stick here at all.

"Guest, I don't know what weapon you want?"

A shopkeeper in a coarse cloth short coat stood cautiously beside Mo Tianyu and said respectfully.

The shopkeeper's eyes scanned back and forth on Mo Tianyu's body, even though the young man in front of him looked very ordinary, and his breath was as calm as flowing water.

But he didn't dare to give birth to the slightest contempt in his heart, in this Qixuan City, the biggest mistake is that the dog looks down on people, and there are not a few ants who die every year because of this factor.

Thinking like this, the shopkeeper's expression became more and more respectful, standing on the ground, waiting patiently.

"Do you have sticks here?"

"Stick?" The shopkeeper snorted slightly, and the boss with his mouth open didn't react for a while.

In this era, there were the most people who used swords, and almost sixty percent of the monks used swords, followed by knives and guns, and as for the monks who used sticks, there were very few, and there were only a handful of them in the entire Seven Mysterious Lands.

"Is there one?"

Mo Tianyu glanced at the shopkeeper, and his faint voice was mixed with a hint of indifference.

The shopkeeper looked hesitant, even though Mo Tianyu thought that he had a good temperament, but he was also a little impatient at this time.

"Yes..... Yes. ”

The shopkeeper bowed slightly, his eyes flashed with inexplicable brilliance, he vaguely remembered that there was a long stick in the arsenal, and it seemed that it had been three years since he thought about it, and it had never been touched, and even the shopkeeper seemed to have forgotten this long stick.

The shopkeeper took a step back and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of please, "Guest officer, come with me." ”

As if seeing the confusion in Mo Tianyu's eyes, the shopkeeper continued: "Guest officer, you don't know, there are too few people who use sticks, there are no ones in the hall, and they are basically in the arsenal. ”

"Oh. ”

Mo Tianyu agreed, nodded with a smile, and under the leadership of the shopkeeper, he walked out of the back door of the store directly and came to a spacious room.

Here one after another narrow boxes are neatly placed, some are clean and ashless, and some are dusty, Mo Tianyu saw it in his eyes, and smiled secretly, the long stick is useless, I think it is extremely cheap!

Pulling all the way, turning left and right, Mo Tianyu came to a corner, and took a step back slightly under the signal of the shopkeeper.

I saw that the shopkeeper took a deep breath and blew it out violently, and the smoke and dust rose in an instant.

Mo Tianyu's eyelids jumped, and an ominous premonition came to his heart, looking at the bronze box in front of him, he secretly complained in his heart.

Along the way, the boxes Mo Tianyu saw were all wooden, and this was the first time he had seen a box made of bronze since he entered the weapons shop.

Mo Tianyu touched the cloth bag in his arms, took a deep breath, and suppressed the uneven henchman.

"Ahem, forgive me objectively, forgive me. ”

The shopkeeper rubbed his nose, the choking tears were about to come out, and he waved his sleeves and immediately drove the dust around.

"It doesn't matter. ”

Mo Tianyu waved his hand, pretending to smile easily, what he expected now was that Demon Xiaomo would be righteous and give himself enough source crystals, otherwise this old face would be miserable.

The shopkeeper understood, bent down, held the copper ring on the lid with both arms, and slammed it hard.

"Click. ”

A crisp sound came into the ears of the two of them, and Mo Tianyu was stunned, what is the reason? Why hasn't the box been opened!

After a long while, the shopkeeper raised his head and said mournfully, "Guest..... Guest, I twisted my waist. ”

"What?"

Mo Tianyu's eyes widened, looking at the shopkeeper who was bent over and walked away step by step, his heart was called a ups and downs.

An incredible thought came out of his mind, whether the box was sinking or the stick inside.

Suddenly, Mo Tianyu's eyes froze, squatted down, and scratched the hand on the box, no wonder the shop Xiaoer, the light in the arsenal was already dark, and it was normal not to be able to see it.

Mo Tianyu's fingers were forceful, and he directly lifted the lid of the box, and the long stick inside finally appeared in the eyes of the two.

The long stick is full of black ink, nine feet and nine inches long, and the thickness of an adult's wrist is just enough to hold back with one hand.

Mo Tianyu only glanced at it, and he had already fallen in love with this long stick, waved his big hand, and directly held the long stick in his hand, feeling the strength in his hand, it was estimated that there were more than 1,000 catties.

The shopkeeper's face was full of horror, and he finally straightened up, and the faint pain in his waist was slowly subsiding.

This long stick, even after three years, he clearly remembers, the name is: Xuanyou stick, weighing 999 pounds.

Mo Tianyu held a stick in both hands, and swung it out, with a strong force, directly shaking the dust on the ground more than three inches high.

"Good, good stick. ”

Mo Tianyu laughed, and the heroic voice echoed throughout the arsenal, and the shopkeeper listened to it, and his eyes lit up.

This Xuanyu Stick is a mortal-level weapon, and the price is very expensive, and the commission must have dozens of source crystals, which is enough to cover his salary for several months.

"Xuanyou stick, weighing nine hundred and ninety-nine pounds, guest officer, are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied, satisfied. ”

Mo Tianyu nodded, he didn't care at all that the shopkeeper would ask for a sky-high price, if he didn't buy this long stick, it was estimated that he wouldn't be able to sell it in another three years.

Although it is a mortal level, if it is not easy to use, who will buy it!

"Guest, let's go out to discuss. ”

"Good. ”

Mo Tianyu nodded, held the stick in one hand, and came to the hall again, standing in place, waiting for the shopkeeper to speak first.

The shopkeeper frowned, looking at Mo Tianyu, who was silent, he felt a little embarrassed.

The Xuanyou stick must not be sold at the previous price, but it can't be lowered too low, and the materials used to create a long stick are several times that of swords and knives, but dozens of times.

This lays the price of the stick several times higher than that of weapons of the same level, and the real stick cannot be successfully shaped once it cuts corners.

What's more, it's still a mortal level, and the price won't be so low.

"Three thousand source spars, can you see it, guest officer?" said the shopkeeper with his head lowered and said cautiously.

"Three thousand?"

Mo Tianyu's heart moved, his mind swept over the source crystal cloth bag, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a strange arc, "How about two thousand?"

"Deal. ”

The shopkeeper nodded, and agreed vigorously, looking at this scene, Mo Tianyu pursed his lips and smiled helplessly, it seems that it should be a bit of a loss.

How did he know that the price in the shopkeeper's heart was 2,200 source spars, even if it was low, it would be good to be able to sell it, what if it was left for another two years and rusted.

Mo Tianyu smiled disdainfully, anyway, the source spar is not his own, so why not spend it all?

The big hand probed in his arms, and a red cloth bag embroidered with patterns appeared in his hand, and the source spars in it were just two thousand, and the demon Xiaomo was quite generous.

Mo Tianyu put the cloth bag on the counter, then turned around and left with a long stick in his hand, and the shopkeeper felt the heaviness in his hands, and the smile on his face was bright.

For a while, the pain in the waist disappeared completely, and suddenly, it became lively again.

Walking thirty zhang away, Mo Tianyu suddenly stopped, his brows furrowed, and with the disappearance of the cloth bag, his heart seemed to be empty.

Resolutely turned around and walked back to the weapon shop, as soon as the shopkeeper looked up, he saw Mo Tianyu with a gloomy and indifferent face, and asked tremblingly: "Guest..... Guest, what's wrong?"

Mo Tianyu flipped his fingers, and a source spar popped out, and he said in an unquestionable tone: "Return the cloth bag to me, and leave another source spar." ”

"Okay, okay. ”

The shopkeeper hurriedly agreed, hurriedly transferred the source crystal, and finally respectfully and carefully presented his hands to Mo Tianyu.

"Thank you. ”

Mo Tianyu's indifferent voice finally eased a little, grabbed the cloth bag with one hand, carefully put it into his arms, and turned to leave.

At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his hanging heart also fell.

Mo Tianyu could deeply feel that this cloth bag should be an object carried by Demon Xiaomo closely, with a faint afterfragrance remaining on it, and it smelled very warm.

Mo Tianyu held the long stick in his hand, and now he was a little impatient to play the stick technique passed to him by the phantom.

Along the long street, all the way out of Qixuan City, the sky has quietly darkened, and before you know it, another day has passed.

Walking to the mountain avenue, listening to the sound of flowing water in his ears, the speed under Mo Tianyu's feet also increased a few points in vain, and he attached a ninety-ninety-nine pound Xuanyou stick, but he didn't feel a trace of heaviness.

The cultivation of refining bones is heavy, and this weight must not be feared, especially for a perverted demon like Mo Tianyu, it is easy to carry a faint wishful thinking.

With the loss of time, the mountain gate of the Seven Xuanzong is also approaching, and today's Qixuanzong is exceptionally quiet, without the hustle and bustle of the past.

Mo Tianyu didn't care about this, there were few people on the top of Qixuan Mountain, and he had already adapted to a quiet life, which was suitable for cultivation and recuperation.

As soon as he strode into the mountain gate of the Seven Xuanzong Sect, a gloomy voice came, "Mo Tianyu, I just returned to the sect at night, what are you doing?"

Mo Tianyu listened to the sound, his eyes narrowed, and his eyes passed through the layers of darkness, and an old face came into his eyes.

The pupils shrank suddenly, isn't this the elder of the outer gate who oppressed him? So late, at the gate of the mountain, just to wait for himself?

Mo Tianyu clenched the Xuanyou stick with one hand, his momentum burst out, and the Ten Thousand Spirits Chaos Technique was running rapidly, ready to meet it at any time.

Elder of the outer gate: Xuan Zheng, cultivation is a triple cultivation of tendons, if you can't beat it, you can run, Mo Tianyu's heart is also constantly playing drums, the difference is more than a big realm, whether you can beat it or not depends on the will of heaven.