The voice fell, and with a wave of the shopkeeper's old palm, the huge python skin disappeared on the stone case.

Seeing the python skin disappear, the Sumeru ring on Jun San's fingers flashed a few times, and the fangs of the multicolored iron python, the tiger head and claws of the exploding tiger, two fist-sized demon crystals, and a bunch of other things appeared on the stone case.

"My lord, let me take stock. Seeing so many things, the shopkeeper's gray eyebrows twitched, and he gestured towards Jun San and spoke.

"A pair of tusks of the colorful iron python, 20,000 gold offer"

"Exploding Tiger's Claw, 5,000 Gold Coins"

"Third-Order Fire Attribute Demon Crystal, 20,000 Gold Coins"

"Fourth-Order Early Earth Poison Dual-Attribute Demon Crystal," the shopkeeper said of this fourth-order demon crystal, turned his head and glanced at Jun San, feeling the aura emanating from the demon crystal in his palm, and then quoted the price: "One hundred thousand gold coins." ”

This kind of dual-attribute demon crystal is not common even in the imperial capital, and the shopkeeper directly gave a fair price considering that the guest was an old fritter.

"A total of 150,000 gold coins for you, do you want gold coins or exchange them for equivalent items?" Those other things, the shopkeeper just glanced at them, and gave 5,000 gold coins, also to win over this big customer.

Jun San groaned for a moment, his fingers tapped on the stone case, and he spit out an old voice in a hoarse voice: "Is there a higher quality Tibetan sword?"

"My lord, please come with me"

Following the shopkeeper of the firm, the two of them arrived at the door of another secret room, and the shopkeeper pushed open the door and stepped in.

As soon as one foot stepped into the secret room, Jun San felt the rapidly dropping temperature and looked up unconsciously.

Sensing Jun San's movements, the shopkeeper of the trading house smiled and said, "The low temperature in this secret room is caused by the breath released by these Xuanjian. ”

Jun San couldn't help but smack his tongue, Huaxia Commercial Bank is really wealthy, and just the many Xuanjian in the secret room can cause the temperature of the room to drop.

Everywhere Jun San's eyes went, there was a Xuan Sword with a handle exuding a compelling cold air, and each of the Xuan Swords in the collection here was on top of the intransmissible Xuan Sword used by Jun San, which could not be called a Xuan Sword, but could only be said to be a quasi-Xuan Sword, which Jun San spent thousands of gold coins to buy in the market.

On the Shenzhou Continent, weapons are also like spiritual techniques, with a hierarchical division.

On top of ordinary weapons, weapons are divided into mystical weapons, spiritual weapons, holy weapons, and artifacts.

Jun San slowly walked away, walking past these swords one by one, some stopped to pick up and look, some skipped directly, and the shopkeeper of the firm followed Jun San and patiently introduced each of the swords Jun San looked at.

The shopkeeper is not worried that the guests in front of him will suddenly burst out and seize the treasure, this is where the confidence of the Huaxia Commercial Bank lies, once someone makes trouble in the Huaxia Commercial Bank, it will be wanted and hunted down by the entire dynasty, because the backstage of the Huaxia Commercial Bank is the Huaxia royal family.

Listening to the quotation of the shopkeeper of the trading house on the side, Jun San couldn't help but smack his tongue, the cheapest Xuanjian here has a starting price of 30,000 gold coins, you can imagine how huge the wealth of the entire Chinese royal family is.

With the kung fu of tea, Jun San has already finished reading all the Xuanjian in the collection below, and the cheapest Xuanjian starts at 30,000, of which it is amazing that it has reached 200,000.

Casting his gaze on the two swords placed above the chamber, he walked towards them.

On the left was a long sword, and the aura on it far exceeded all the swords that Jun San had seen in the secret room.

The sword is two inches wide, three and a half feet long, and the whole body is silver-white, and a lifelike silver dragon is carved on the hilt of the sword, and the scales of the silver dragon are carved with dense tiny inscriptions.

As soon as he approached the sword, Jun San felt the oppressive chill emanating from the sword, and his body trembled uncontrollably when he felt the chill.

The keen eyes of the shopkeeper of the trading house noticed the faint tremor of Jun San's body, his eyebrows wrinkled, and then he stretched out again, his face was as usual, and he slowly opened his mouth to Jun San's sword: "This is the only spirit sword placed by Huaxia Commercial Bank in Qingshan Town, a low-grade spirit sword, priced at 500,000 gold coins. He glanced at Jun San, and then said, "This spirit sword is not only engraved with an inscription blessing, but the silver dragon's mouth on the hilt is also inlaid with a fourth-order water attribute demon crystal. ”

"Water attribute demon crystal?" After listening to the shopkeeper's introduction, Jun San noticed that the mouth of the silver dragon was inlaid with a polished, round and smooth demon crystal, which looked like a silver dragon playing with pearls.

"A good sword is a good sword, tsk, but I can't afford it. Jun San sighed secretly in his heart, and put the spirit sword in his hand back to its original place, the sky-high price of 500,000 yuan was already prohibitive.

Turning his face and setting his gaze on the other sword.

A pitch-black sword, one foot wide and four feet long, belongs to the ranks of heavy swords, and only the word Wufeng is engraved on the hilt, without any patterns.

The heavy sword has no edge, and the great ingenuity does not work.

"What about this sword...... The shopkeeper paused before he finished speaking, with a strange and hesitant look on his face, and thought for a moment before continuing to introduce, saying: "This sword is a weapon created by Master Didulu, and it is a failed work, but it can also be classified as a high-level Xuanjian. ”

"It's just," the shopkeeper paused again at this point, glanced at Jun San and continued to speak, "Although it is a high-level Xuan soldier, it can't absorb spiritual power, which means that this sword can only use the power of the flesh. After saying that, the shopkeeper stood quietly aside and said no more.

"Oh?" Jun San's eyebrows raised under the cloak, and this strange sword, the palm of his hand stroked the heavy sword that was pitch black, and the spiritual power on the palm of his hand gathered, surging towards the heavy sword, and it was really just like what the shopkeeper of the trading house said.

Seeing Jun San's attempt, the shopkeeper did not stop it, if it was not equivalent to a scrap metal, this heavy sword would not have flowed from the imperial capital to this small Qingshan Town.

Although it is similar to scrap iron, it has always been in the name of Master Lu, the alchemy master of the imperial capital, and even scrap iron has to be sold at a high price.

"How much?" Jun San raised his eyebrows and asked.

"One hundred and fifty thousand gold coins. The shopkeeper glanced at Jun San strangely before quoting the price.

"One hundred and fifty thousand?" The shopkeeper couldn't see the expression on Jun San's face at the moment, otherwise he could see the strange expression on Jun San's face.

"It's such a coincidence, it can't be intentional on this boss's part. I have 150,000, and this sword is just 150,000. Jun San glanced up at the shopkeeper without missing a trace, and thought to himself.

Jun San took a step, paced around the secret room again, stood in front of the black heavy sword again, gritted his teeth and said, "Since it's so coincidental, let's just let it be." ”

Listening to Jun San's words, the shopkeeper's face showed joy, this broken thing was finally disposed of, and it was sold for 150,000 yuan.

However, relying on the shrewdness of the businessman, the shopkeeper still tried again to see if there was anything extraordinary, for fear that he would lose his eyes, and repeatedly confirmed that there was nothing special except for the heavy, so he relieved that Wufeng was packed in a brocade box and handed it to Jun San.

Putting the heavy sword into the Sumeru ring along with the brocade box, Jun San couldn't help but smile bitterly, he took his life to go to the mountains, and in the end he only changed a heavy sword, and it was really easy to spend money!

Follow the shopkeeper out of the secret room and head all the way to the hall of the comptoir.

"My lord, except for the armor made of the multicolored iron python, we can clear the rest. The shopkeeper of the firm shook his hand towards Jun San, with a smile on his face.

"The armor will need to be picked up in a month. "I can put aside the scourge for a few years, and the shopkeeper speaks in a respectful tone, and this kind of injustice may come again in the future, so it is natural to be more enthusiastic.

Hiding in his cloak and not answering, Junsan turned and walked out of the firm.

Out of the firm, Jun San's figure quickly disappeared into the alley, the pace accelerated, after tossing and turning several times, vigilantly looked around, and after making sure that he was not being targeted, he turned around two more alleys and quietly slipped in from the back door of the Qin family.

He quickly rushed into his room, took off his cloak, showed his delicate face, and changed into a white robe, and then took out the brocade box containing the heavy sword from the Sumeru ring.

When the brocade box was opened, the pitch-black heavy sword lay quietly in the brocade box.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Jun San carefully looked at the black heavy sword in his hand, and always felt that this sword was strange, but he couldn't say it.

In his hand, it was indeed quite heavy, his eyes were fixed on the heavy sword, and he observed everything up and down, left and right, and he didn't find anything unusual on the heavy sword.

After a long time, Jun San, who had no gain, stretched out his hand and scratched his head, wrinkled his nose, and muttered a wry smile: "Did you really spend money to buy a handful of scrap iron?"

Jun San is not a wealthy person, if he didn't feel that this sword was weird, with the hope of picking up the treasure, he would not have spent all the money on his body to buy such a heavy sword back.

"Even if it's not a treasure, it's easy to pick up. Kimisan stood on the edge of the bed, holding his sword in both hands, and shook it.

"The space in the room is too small, go to the yard and try it. Jun San frowned and looked at the small space, he couldn't use this kind of heavy sword at all.

With a heavy sword in hand, Jun San jumped into the open backyard.

The heavy heavy sword was swung up, the tiger was vigorous, the spiritual power gathered on the palm, the power of the sword dance increased, and the fierce energy of the Dao was mixed with the sound of breaking the air and swung out from the heavy sword.

After a long time, Jun San in the courtyard stopped moving, reached out to wipe the sweat that appeared slightly on his forehead, and nodded with satisfaction.

Even without the blessing of spiritual power, the dancing strength of the heavy sword in his hand is not inferior to the sword skills used by ordinary Xuanjian, and it does not consume the spiritual power in the body.

"These 150,000 gold coins are not a vain flower, and they can be regarded as a big killer. Jun San smiled and said to himself, this result can be regarded as satisfying.

After a while, Jun San still tilted his head and stared at the pitch-black heavy sword for a few more glances before putting it into the Sumeru ring.

Even so, I still feel that there is something unusual about this sword.