"Ha, what are you talking about?" What is the situation, what Ling Xian'er said made Yang Lei not react for a while. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly, a beautiful woman appeared who couldn't walk at a glance, and vowed to protect her.

But this beauty in his mind can easily block the attack of the scholar and him, which looks casual, just like the children of that family fighting, not a frightening Condensation period monk.

And she also asked him for the "green" sword in her hand in a cold and nice voice?

Is this his own auditory hallucination? Yang Lei was stunned again. It seemed that all the surprises in his life had been put here, and Ling Xian'er's glance and smile were enough to make him lose his mind.

"Hey, why don't you listen to me! Ling Xian'er looked at Yang Lei for a long time without speaking, and kept looking at him blankly. It's as if to say, "How can I just give you such a good sword?"

Xian'er herself was embarrassed to be watched, and she remembered one time when her mother picked up a lot of delicious things and went up the mountain to see her. She couldn't help but ask where these things came from! they were much more delicious than the prey she had caught at random in the mountains.

Time was too far away, and Ling Xian'er wasn't the kind of person who remembered irrelevant things. However, the mother's best words are still for Ling Xian'er to remember.

"Xian'er, eat slowly, it's not enough for my mother to make it for you." ”

"Do it, how do you do it!" asked Xian'er suspiciously

"Yes, these are all made by my mother! But your sister bought them at the market!"

"Buy, what is buying!"

"It's just to exchange things, and now we all exchange some gold and silver. The smallest is a copper coin, on top of it is silver, and finally it is gold. Pay the bill according to different prices............ "Seeing that Xian'er didn't understand anything, her mother kindly explained everything, everything.

"It's all money, and the most indispensable thing when you go out is money. With it, Xian'er is not afraid of running out of food outside, and Xian'er's favorite sword can also be bought in person. Whatever it looks like............"

"Money is so important!"

"yes!"

............

The rest of Ling Xian'er couldn't remember clearly, but she couldn't forget that she could buy things she liked. She looked at Yang Lei's stunned appearance and remembered it at once. It turns out that he didn't give him money! Then give him a little, otherwise he won't get this good-looking sword, well, this color, this luster is the first time I've seen it!

Xian'er took out two copper coins from her space ring and held them up in front of Yang Lei, asking him to exchange them with herself.

Looking at where Ling Xian'er was fiddling for a long time, and finally holding the two copper coins in front of him, Yang Lei also came back to his senses. She looked at Xian'er's pretty face that was close at hand, and her big watery eyes looked straight at him, contacting what she was saying to herself. Yang Lei also understood.

Dare to use those two coins to exchange the sword in his hand!

This weapon of his is no ordinary commodity! It is a real treasure!

On the streets, it's different from those signs that swagger and deceive. Although they all say that their weapons are treasures, they are nothing more than ordinary artifacts in comparison.

Weapons are divided into mortal weapons, treasure weapons, and spiritual weapons. The treasure in his hand is really the treasure brought out of the immortal gate, although it is only a product, but it is also very different from ordinary utensils. It can be seen from the battle with the scholar alone that he is just an ordinary monk. But after having this weapon, he was on a par with the person who comprehended the artistic conception, and even pressed him. This speaks volumes about how extraordinary it is.

It's a must-have for skipping challenges!

But now, if he heard correctly. This petite and lovely person in front of him actually wants to exchange two copper coins for this unusual sword?

Mo said that he was stupefied, and the rest of the people were scared silly.

The two people who got off the bus with Yang Lei. Song Dapeng and Jia Kaiman were a little sluggish when they first saw the sword marks that spanned thousands of meters. I can't imagine that the extreme of martial arts can achieve the power of changing the terrain. In that legend, between gestures, the mountains and rivers do not seem to be so far away.

After feeling such a majestic shore, it is not a new thing to watch Yang Lei and their fight again. It's just that he sighed that Yang Lei got a good sword, and he could suppress this kind of genius, a genius who can comprehend the artistic conception during the condensation period. The scholars who relied on the artistic conception of the wind alone did not dare to have close contact with Yang Lei for a while.

But in the blink of an eye, a little child suddenly appeared. It's still so beautiful, cute girl.

Her beauty and the sword marks that spanned thousands of kilometers were not far behind, and they attracted their hearts in the blink of an eye.

After seeing that she actually took out two ridiculous copper coins to exchange for Yang Lei's sword! They were not strong enough, and they wanted to let the person who was exchanged for the sword be themselves, so that they could look at her closely. As for the sword, it's just something outside the body, just give it to her!

These people all think so, Yang Lei is not.

He directly put the "Turquoise" sword in Ling Xian'er's hand, and he actually took the two copper coins from Ling Xian'er's hand.

Seeing Ling Xian'er happily holding a sword that was taller than her, an emotion was born in her heart.

As for the sword, when he went back, he asked his brother for one. As his brother's inner disciple, it was still very simple to obtain this kind of first-grade treasure. And he still thought about asking for a few more. In this way, Ling Xian'er might buy a sword from him again.

But what Yang Lei didn't know was this sword. It wasn't his brother who sent it, but his father.