"Explanation?" Mo Wufeng suddenly smiled: "What explanation do you want?"

"It's very simple, kneel down to my teacher's work and apologize in public!" Chen Xiao pointed to the spiritual artifacts hanging on the wall behind him and laughed coldly.

Didn't Mo Wufeng say that these spiritual weapons were all garbage? Let him kneel down and apologize to these spiritual weapons, wouldn't it prove that Mo Wufeng is worse than garbage?

The warriors on the second floor were also attracted by the movement here.

Chen Xiao still has some reputation in Red Dragon City, especially in this Treasure Pavilion, because most of the spiritual weapons in the Treasure Pavilion are from Chen Xiao's teacher, Master Feng!

As for Sun Zixuan, he has also become famous recently, after all, he is the first in the re-examination of the inner courtyard of the Red Dragon Academy, which indicates that he will definitely be able to become the Tianjiao of the inner courtyard in the future, and his potential is huge!

"Who is this kid? How dare you provoke Chen Xiaogongzi?" When everyone looked at Mo Wufeng, a look of doubt appeared on their faces.

"It's not just to provoke Chen Xiaogongzi, he doesn't even pay attention to Master Feng, saying that those spiritual weapons are all rubbish!" said some martial artists who knew about it.

"What arrogance!" said the crowd with angry faces.

Those spiritual weapons, they are all expected but not wanted, they are all from the hands of the Wind Master, how can they be garbage?

"You asked me to apologize for a bunch of garbage? Ridiculous!" Surrounded by everyone, Mo Wufeng still didn't change his words, those spiritual weapons were garbage in his eyes!

Chen Xiao saw that Mo Wufeng was unrepentant, and the disgust on his face became even stronger.

But just when Chen Xiao was about to get angry, Sun Zixuan stopped him.

"Hehe, you keep saying that the spiritual weapons refined by Master Feng are all rubbish, so do you know how to refine them?" Sun Zixuan looked at Mo Wufeng with a smile, but a touch of gloom flashed in his eyes.

He naturally didn't think that Mo Wufeng would understand refining weapons, and the reason why he asked this was because he wanted to humiliate Mo Wufeng fiercely.

Just let him kneel down and apologize, that's too cheap Mo Wufeng!

"How do you understand, what if you don't understand?" Mo Wufeng didn't need to be angry, he also looked at Sun Zixuan with a smile.

Hearing Mo Wufeng's answer, the smile on Sun Zixuan's face became even brighter, and he stretched out his hand, and a cyan long sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

The cyan long sword appeared, and a sonorous sword sound sounded in the second floor, attracting everyone's attention.

When they saw this long sword, many people's faces changed drastically, and their eyes were full of shock.

"It's ...... Master Feng's famous work, Qingluan Sword!" an old man exclaimed.

"Sure enough, it's the Qingluan Sword, back then, Master Feng relied on this spiritual weapon to preach the Master of the Three Grades of Refining, how many princes and nobles wanted to ask for this sword!"

"But no, I heard at the time that even the people in the Junwang Palace spent a lot of money, but the Qingluan Sword is of great significance, and Master Feng is reluctant to sell it!"

Sun Zixuan smiled, raised the Qingluan sword above his head with both hands, and said loudly: "You all have good eyesight, this is indeed Master Feng's Qingluan Sword, my Sun is fortunate to have purchased this divine sword for only 400,000 spirit stones with the help of Brother Chen!"

The audience was in an uproar, 400,000 spirit stones, buy a medium-grade spirit weapon, this Sun Zixuan is really atmospheric! You know, even if the average city earns less than 400,000 yuan in a year.

For example, Qingyang City!

Sun Zixuan's gaze finally fell on Mo Wufeng's body, and the corners of his mouth raised a sneer.

"Since you said that you know refining weapons, then tell me, this Qingluan sword can't get into your eyes?"

Sun Zixuan's face was full of confidence, this Qingluan Sword, but it was a real medium-grade spiritual weapon, and even the county palace was tempted by it, it was definitely a rare good thing.

He wanted to see what Mo Wufeng had to say.

"Trash!" Mo Wufeng said bluntly without looking at it.

The smile on Sun Zixuan's face froze before it even had time to appear.

Qingluan Sword, when it came to Mo Wufeng's mouth, was it still garbage? He didn't even look at it, so he said it was garbage?

The onlookers were also stunned, Qingluan Sword, garbage, what are you kidding, this is Master Feng's famous work, what the county palace wants to get, will it be garbage?

This Mo Wufeng is so presumptuous, he is here to make trouble!

Chen Xiao's face was even more gloomy, the Qingluan Sword was the masterpiece of his teacher's Dao Three-Grade Refining Master, and it was actually said to be rubbish by Mo Wufeng!

He was eager to kill Mo Wufeng now, insulting Qingluan Sword, it was even more unforgivable than insulting him.

"Okay, it turns out that you're here to make trouble!" Xiaofu pointed to Mo Wufeng's nose and shouted.

She has worked in the Treasure Pavilion for more than ten years, and she has seen more spiritual weapons than Mo Wufeng has drunk water, so she can naturally distinguish what is garbage and what is good.

The Qingluan Sword is more than enough to be placed on the third layer, how can it be garbage?

So the only explanation is that this Mo Wufeng came to make trouble in the Treasure Pavilion!

It's really bold to dare to come to the Treasure Pavilion to make trouble!

Seeing that Mo Wufeng was pointed out by Qianfu, Sun Zixuan sneered in his heart, he originally wanted to humiliate Mo Wufeng with the Qingluan Sword, but he didn't expect Mo Wufeng to cooperate so much and hit the muzzle of the gun himself.

"A group of frogs at the bottom of the well!" Mo Wufeng sneered in his heart.

How can this group of ordinary people understand Mo Wufeng's realm? As an evil god of the Emperor Domain, let alone a spiritual weapon, even the real imperial weapon is also garbage in his eyes, what is this Qingluan Sword?

Since they didn't believe that this was rubbish, then Mo Wufeng had no choice but to prove it to them!

Suddenly, Mo Wufeng's eyes became fierce, he stretched out a finger, and suddenly pointed towards Sun Zixuan.

Mo Wufeng suddenly made a move, which startled Sun Zixuan, and instinctively used the Qingluan Sword to resist.

Bell –

A crisp steel sound sounded, and the terrifying power poured on the Qingluan Sword, making Sun Zixuan's figure retreat uncontrollably.

Pedal Pedal Ped

Each step back leaves a deep footprint on the ground, and it doesn't remove the force until it hits the counter behind it.

At this moment, Sun Zixuan's arms were already numb, and this was still the case of Qingluan Sword helping him unload his strength, if he took Mo Wufeng's finger head-on, the consequences would be unimaginable!

After relieving for a while, Sun Zixuan raised his sword angrily, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Mo Wufeng, and shouted: "You dare to move......"

However, before Sun Zixuan's words could be finished, he stopped abruptly, because his afterglow saw several cracks on the Qingluan Sword.

Those cracks were like spider webs, and in a few breaths, they spread to the entire sword body, and finally burst in Sun Zixuan's shocked gaze!

"Jingle Bell~"

The shattered Qingluan sword fell to the ground, and there was a crisp sound, like a symphony.

After seeing this scene, the entire second layer fell into a dead silence, and a quiet pin could be heard falling on the ground......