The two lines of poetry that everyone present marveled at, not surprisingly, the last two lines must be equally shocking.

However, no one dared to stand up and compete with Ning Ruhuo and Mu Qingbai.

If you can get the poems that are selected for the inscription of the White Emperor City, the Heavenly Abyss Empire will give you a lot of rewards.

This deal is simply not too cost-effective!

Besides, according to the judgment of Ning Ruhuo and Mu Qingbai, at the moment, Chen Xuan, this kid, is just a mountain and wild villager, as long as he is given a little sweetness, he is not afraid that he will not say the last two lines of poetry.

"Look, you have a knife for chopping wood, I have some handy weapons at hand, as long as you secretly tell me the last two lines of the poem, you can take whatever you like with these weapons. ”

Ning Ruhuo walked over with a smile, his eyebrows moved slightly, and three long swords, two long knives, as well as a meteor hammer and a black spear suddenly appeared out of thin air in his hand.

These weapons, the whole body exudes a faint luster halo, and the void is suspended, which is quite mysterious.

Being able to hide and release these weapons at will shows that Ning Ruhuo has a magic weapon with the function of storage space.

Shenwu Continent, the level of weapons, ordinary weapons are mortal, those infused with spiritual power are spiritual products, and there are soul products, divine products and immortal products above......

The fine iron short knife in Chen Xuan's hand is an ordinary product, except that the material is slightly better, in fact, it is no different from the iron tools used by ordinary people every day.

Cultivators in the realm of martial arts, with pure strength, form aura in the body, can control spiritual weapons, communicate with the user's mind, and the power is a hundred times or even higher than that of ordinary weapons!

As for the soul weapon, it is the cultivation master of the Yuanying realm, and it can be controlled.

Needless to say, if you want to control it, you must reach the realm of transforming into a god.

Not to mention controlling, it is the divine weapon itself, which is extremely rare in the Shenwu Continent, and it is generally the treasure of some major sects, or some great cultivation families that have a history of tens of millions of years, and have been passed down from generation to generation.

"What a roaring weapon! It shines and looks cool!"

"Being able to hide so many weapons and display them very casually is like magic, is this Young Master Ning Ruhuo using a space ring?"

"It's amazing! It's strong!"

"My little friend and I were stunned!"

"Xuanshen should get a weapon, and preferably a spatial ring. ”

"Haven't these people studied the poems of the poet immortal Li Bai? It seems that Xuan Shen has taken a big advantage!"

"Two lines of poetry can make Ning Ruhuo take out so many weapons!"

"Xuanshen is like Grandma Liu who has entered the Grand View Garden, dumbfounded!"

......

Chen Xuan: "Don't be blind, isn't it just a few broken weapons? Isn't it just a storage weapon? There will be milk, there will be bread, and I will have a drop of everything!"

"I'm almost convinced!"

"Xuan Shen, are you itching all over your body if you don't pretend to be forced?"

"Xuanshen has started to pretend again, everyone, please retreat!"

"When you enter the White Emperor City, you dare to pretend to be forced casually, do you think you are still cutting wild wolves in the deep mountains and old forests?"

"Sit back and wait for Xuanshen to be slapped in the face!"

“......”

Faced with Ning Ruhuo's various temptations, Chen Xuan was unmoved, and turned his head to look at Mu Qingqing.

"Little brother, do you really think he can come up with something good? It's just a pair of scrap copper and rotten iron! It's embarrassing to take it out!" Mu Qingbai sneered at Ning Ruhuo, turned his head and said to Chen Xuan with a smile, "You better tell Young Master Ben the last two lines of poetry, in this way, I can give you a small Qiankun bag with an area of five meters square." ”

He just saw Chen Xuan's current cultivation state, but it was just a quenching realm, that is, he had obtained a high-grade weapon, which was bound to be guilty, causing others to covet him, and if he didn't keep it, he would be killed.

However, the Qiankun bag is different.

The Qiankun bag is a kind of magic weapon, refined by a special secret method, containing a small storage space, after recognizing the master through a drop of blood, it can become an inseparable part of the cultivator, and others cannot snatch it.

And the Qiankun bag is very practical.

It can be said that it is a home travel to kill people and pretend to be ...... A must-have!

"What's the use of the Qiankun bag, little brother, since you can't look down on these weapons, then I'll give you a first-order bronze flying sword!"

Ning Ruhuo was anxious, seeing that Chen Xuan might defect to Mu Qingbai's side, so he gave better conditions.

Mu Qingqing's bag!

Ning Ruhuo's spiritual product first-order bronze flying sword!

The names of these good things are mouth-watering just by shouting them!

Next to this restaurant in the outer city of the White Emperor City, which was destroyed by the two sons and brothers in the blink of an eye, people who come and go gather here, and the masses who understand the truth and those who don't understand the truth are all eyes shining when they hear these two treasures that ordinary people can't reach in a lifetime!

If a cultivator wants to improve, even if he is in the Quenching Body Realm, he has to spend a lot of cultivation resources, all kinds of elixirs, and exercises that are convenient for his own physical conditions to cultivate, and then he has to have a master to introduce the door and teach various cultivation methods, and when he reaches the eighth and ninth layers of the Quenching Body Realm, he must start to find a way to enter the sect and carry out a higher level of cultivation.

Entering the realm of martial arts is a height that countless cultivators cannot reach in a lifetime.

"This bronze flying sword, although it belongs to the first order of spiritual products like Mu Qingbai's little Qiankun bag, it is obviously more valuable! There are so many storage magic weapons, and flying swords are hard to find!" Mu Qingbai said leisurely.

Ning Ruhuo snorted, nostrils towards the sky and sneered: "Mu Qingbai, which eye are you blind? Or are you blind in both eyes? Don't you see that there are so many flying swords flying everywhere in the sky? There are all kinds of flying magic weapons? Flying swords are hard to find, do you still want to make a face?"

Mu Qingbai's face suddenly turned cold, and he said angrily: "Ning Ruhuo, are you itchy again and want to be beaten?"

Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Chen Xuan hurriedly said: "Two of you, don't fight yet! My last two poems are still brewing! If your conditions can be better, then the last two poems I have brewed can also be even more shocking!"

Ning Ruhuo immediately restrained the anger on his face, and said to Chen Xuan with a smile: "Is it little brother? Can you really make a better poem than 'Imperial Speech White Emperor Caiyun, thousands of miles of Jiangling in one day'? Don't bluff Young Master Ben!"

"Don't dare. Chen Xuan said with a smile.

Ning Ruhuo was ruthless and said, "Okay! I'll take out a virtual knife and add a small Qiankun bag!"

"Wow!"

"Young Master Ning is generous!"

"Young Master Ning has two spiritual magic weapons, the Void Sword, which is not lost to the Bronze Flying Sword! There is also a small Qiankun bag! That is just a few tens of thousands of gold coins to buy a single one!"

"The living expenses of ordinary people in a year add up to almost one gold coin! Cultivators really ...... The cost is like water!"

The onlookers couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying!" Chen Xuan saw that Ning Ruhuo seemed to be a little disbelieving, so he read out the first of the last two sentences.

"Good poem, good poem, what about the last sentence?" Ning Ruhuo froze for a moment, and then his pupils bulged violently, his face was full of red light, and he couldn't help but clench his fists excitedly, staring at Chen Xuan in real time, like a bachelor who had been hungry for twenty years and suddenly saw the bewitching figure of a stunning beauty!

"Void knife, little Qiankun bag ......" Chen Xuan stuck out his tongue, coughed dryly by the way, and cleared his throat.

"The Void Knife is for you!" Ning Ruhuo stuffed a long knife with a wide blade with a water-white body into Chen Xuan's hand.

Chen Xuan was noncommittal.

"The little Qiankun bag, too! Give it to you, give it to you!" Ning Ruhuo adhered to the mentality of reluctant that the child could not trap the wolf, and handed a small Qiankun bag in his hand to Chen Xuan.

He's already crazy about these few lines!

"Okay, you bastard, Ning Ruhuo!

At this time, Mu Qing's innocent nose was crooked, and his clenched fists made a snapping sound.

"The light boat has crossed the Ten Thousand Mountains!"

Chen Xuan leaned into Ning Ruhuo's ear and whispered the last sentence to him.

Then he hurriedly flashed people, leaving only an infinite number of stunned people on the street, as well as Mu Qingqing, who sighed, and Ning Ruhuo, who was ecstatic.