Barter is equivalent to a market where ordinary brands and counterfeit goods are mixed

In the past, I didn't come very much. Because it's all fakes and fakes.

The counterfeits I am talking about here are not imitations.

The imitations we took out and sold before were all from the hands of masters, and although the power is not as good as the original, it is also a powerful good thing.

Most of the fakes sold in barter are fake masterpieces to win the market at low prices, and they break down after two or three practical uses.

However, everything is cheap and, most importantly, varied.

If I go through the relationship of Tongtian now, it is not impossible to find a master to make a flying sword, but it is too wasteful of energy and time, and the price will definitely be very expensive.

Since I'm here to cast spells, it's okay to go to the barter shop and buy an impostor.

Ordinary people can't find it in barter, but cultivators can easily find it.

Tongtian quickly spread the news to me that the location of the barter shop in Urumqi was very close to me.

I decided to walk over on foot.

Stepping into the barter, it is indeed very lively, not to mention the crowd, it is all some small merchants and hawkers who are selling.

"A three-thousand-year-old ghost, Tongtian will produce it."

I was in a cold sweat, and some people said that Tongtian would sign.

"Tang Sect weapon spirit rune, Xuanyuan sword!"

"Kunlun Mountain, the Divine Beast Spirit Seal cheat, with this cheat, you can directly inherit the Divine Beast Spirit Seal and become a supreme master......"

Signs like that make me dizzy.

But I still have to be patient to find what I need.

Soon, I saw an old man's stall on the corner of the street, and the sign read: Specializing in the sale of all kinds of flying swords, the quantity is preferred.

The old man's business was a little bleak.

But it should also be bleak.

Not to mention that he only sells flying swords, the flying swords on the table are just like that, tattered, and they look neither mighty nor domineering.

So, I watched for a while, but no one ever looked at his stall.

The old man began to shout twice, but then he simply did not say a word and sat still.

At the moment, I walked over with a smile.

"Old man, how do you sell this flying sword?"

I didn't call him senior, but called the old man, which seemed kind.

Unexpectedly, he glanced at me and said, "You don't cultivate swords, do you?" ”

I nodded suspiciously.

He simply stopped looking at me. Ignore me with your eyes closed.

I'm stunned.

"Old man, I want to buy a flying sword."

"Not for sale."

He rejected me outright.

"Why?"

I was dizzy by him, where is there no business to do.

"My flying sword only sells sword cultivation, others don't."

"How do you do that in this business?"

I was a little uncomfortable. Only sells sword immortals, and in the current world, except for a few orthodox sects, the rest of the loose cultivation is miscellaneous. For example, our foot merchants are representatives of miscellaneous learning, learning any spells, any skills, and those who can defend themselves can learn.

Who would specialize in sword immortals, even a great sword cultivation sect like Shushan began to recruit disciples, and the spells they practiced began to mix.

Since this old man doesn't sell it, then I'll naturally find another house.

But I didn't expect that I had just taken two steps when I heard the old man behind me shouting, "You wait." ”

I smiled slightly, I didn't want to do my business yet.

When I turned around, I saw the old man's cloudy eyes staring at me.

The old man was bald, and the sparse hair around him was white.

His eyes were cloudy but sharp, and his body was very broken, gray and dirty.

There was a black wooden box behind him, and I thought it was a sword inside.

Then there were some scattered flying swords tied together, each very shabby.

"What, you want to sell me again?"

"You go and help me find a sword cultivator, and I'll give you one."

I'm going to go, and I'm going to be a coolie.

"I don't want your broken flying swords, I'll buy them from another house."

I was a little angry.

Isn't that using me as a gunman?

"Breaking the Flying Sword?" My words seemed to touch the old man's scales.

He stood up suddenly, and his tattered coat was cut open by the force.

I looked at the excited old man suspiciously, I don't know why.

"The old man Ou Jian, the 30th generation of Ou Yezi, has built countless swords in his life, and the flying swords I built are all high-quality products. How dare you say it's a broken sword! ”

When I heard this, my head was hot, Ou Yezi's heir, this old man is so big!

Who Ou Yezi is, maybe you may not know.

So I'll just name a few swords, and everyone knows for sure.

Longyuan Sword, Tai'a Sword, Gongbu Sword, Zhanlu Sword, Chunjun Sword, Victory Evil Sword, Fish Intestine Sword, Juque Sword

This row of well-known famous swords are all from Ou Yezi's hand.

This old man actually claimed to be the heir of Ou Yezi, and I almost laughed.

Although this old man's appearance is indeed very excited, after all, this is a barter shop, and there are too many businessmen who can act and do business.

"Old man, your flying sword doesn't look like a good thing."

"You, you ......"

Ou Jian was very excited, and the old man's beard was shaken by him.

"Boy, these swords don't count, they are all made by the old man randomly, show you the old man's craftsmanship, don't be shocked."

After he finished speaking, he untied the black wooden box behind him, and the wooden box was slowly opened. For a moment, I felt a tremendous pressure.

It's really a sense of oppression, and it has nothing to do with murderous or evil spirits. It's a pure sense of oppression, as if you've been swept away by a god from above, and even if the god doesn't want to kill you, you still feel the pressure from the depths of your soul.

Moreover, even if such a small opening was opened, the pressure that came out of it made even the Qinghai Immortal Sword Soul in my body begin to tremble.

I was so scared that I immediately used my spiritual power to stabilize the soul of the fairy sword, otherwise I would have exploded and died, and I would have played Dafa.

I looked at the black wooden box with a slit in front of me in a bit of panic.

What the hell is in this will cause the soul of the fairy sword in my body to tremble.

"Old man, you wooden box ......"

However, before I finished speaking, I saw Ou Jian snap and closed the wooden box.

"This is the proudest baby in my life, more important than my life."

With that, he took my hand.

"Boy, let's find a corner for you to see my masterpiece. There are a lot of people here. ”

And I kept looking at his wooden box, full of curiosity.

In a corner of the barter, Ou Jian finally stopped.

Although the old man walked very staggeringly, his body was also very weak, and his aura also showed a thin aura between his eyebrows.

But I still noticed his hands, a pair of rough hands covered with calluses, such calluses are mainly distributed in the tiger's mouth, which is caused by holding the hammer for a long time and smashing the iron.

"Don't go, old man, let's do it here."

Ou Jian looked around and confirmed that there was indeed no one.

Gently put down the black wooden box in his hand.

"Don't be surprised, boy, when you see my baby."

With that, he slowly opened the black wooden box.

The feeling of oppression that made my heart palpitate came again.

The Qinghai Immortal Sword Soul in my body began to be restless again, but fortunately, I was prepared, and the aura wrapped the sword soul to prevent it from breaking out of the body.

The opening of the black wooden box is getting bigger and bigger.

It was as if I felt a huge beast slowly waking up.

Then, the black wooden box was finally fully opened under the blue sky.

The object inside was completely presented in front of me.

The hilt is long, the blade is short and exaggerated, the shape of the arc, the pitch-black color, and the domineering dragon pattern surround the hilt.

I looked at the sword.

Then he calmly lit a cigarette.

Then came an explosive yell.

"Old man! Are you fooling me? This is a shovel, you say this is a sword! ”

"Shovels? Stinky boy, where do you see it's a shovel? This is the sword, know? This is a treasure you know! ”

Ou Jian, the old man, was still hard-mouthed, and insisted that this was a sword.

"You, take this sword and show me a chop."

The old man glanced at me, "Young man, the old man opened your eyes today." ”

Ou Jian said as he raised the shovel in his hand.

I looked at this shovel and felt inconspicuous.

Ou Jian held a shovel and swung it violently.

Then I saw a black sword qi soaring into the sky.

In the distance, a huge cloud was directly split apart.

The sword qi still didn't stop, and it kept rushing upwards until it disappeared into my eyes.

At that time, I was very surprised, and the boss with his mouth open.

"The name of my sword is Shackles." 151 Kanshu.com .