Can this broken stone be sold for money? The old man in black frowned, and looked over with some puzzlement.

Aside from those two scar marks, there was really nothing out of the ordinary. In addition, there is a shallow trace, and I don't know what kind of weapon cut it out.

At first, he didn't care, but just as the old man was about to look away, he was suddenly stunned. In his dry eyes, a flash of essence flashed again, and he looked at the boulder again. Then the old man could no longer take his eyes off it.

But the stone also depends on whose hands it falls into. In front of ordinary people, it is naturally worthless. But in the eyes of people like me, it's hard to buy. Such a concise and concise explanation of the meaning of the sword, this thing was sold at least two hundred fourth-order beast crystals. If it were for my uncle, who was looking for a successor, he would be able to extort a lot of money and sell him a favor!"

Lei Dong said proudly, but he was even more excited, and gradually fell into a state of conjecture: "If it is passed on to future generations, it will be even more terrible." In the past, the peerless first sword god thundered, and before the sword technique was completed, he learned martial arts in Luoyun Waterfall. Coincidentally met the future sword god Zongshou, and talked about it with swords. Therefore, they were like-minded and became Jinlan brothers. Don't you think this feeling is very poetic and legendary? Ah, how can you get it, this stone, maybe it can be auctioned off for a sky-high price in the future, and my descendants are blessed! It is said that a piece of marble that the Sword Saint sat on when he was young in the past was once sold for a sky-high price of 10,000 fourth-order beast crystals. But I don't know what about my stone? It's really embarrassing. Come, carry this stone away, and if it hurts and touches it, I will only ask you-"

The old man in black had a shaky face, unable to speak, and after a long time, he calmed down: "My lord, is this really the son of the Qiantian Mountain Sect? I heard that this person is only thirteen. At the age of thirteen, you really have a glimpse of the sword intent?"

"I can still lie to you! When have you ever seen your family lie and say half a lie? And in the future, he is my brother, and you will call him the second young master!"

Lei Dong sneered and looked at the boulder as well. This stone weighed more than 100 tons, and dozens of black-clothed servants worked together silently to make it move. But with all his efforts, his face swelled red, and he couldn't lift it.

Lei Dong was helpless, thinking about some guys, but he was really stupid. Swing the fifteen-zhang giant knife, three times and two times, and cut off the excess stone, leaving only three traces of the essence.

He frowned secretly, with this sword mark of Zong Shou, wouldn't the sword mark left by himself look a little unbearable?

If this is seen by future generations, won't it be made fun of?

The eyeballs rolled, and the thunder slashed out with two knives, and the stone chips flew, completely covering the original knife marks, and then he bowed his head slightly with satisfaction.

The old man in black came back to his senses at this time, and then immediately gasped: "In this world, there is really a thirteen-year-old person who is a psychic in the way of the sword." This son of the world is really well hidden. If this is the case, the sworn brother of the Lord will be extraordinary in his future achievements. The old slave will rush to the Cloud Holy City in a later time to protect him! The lord will give this stone to the master. But you want to introduce the second young master into the master's door?"

"I mean this, but people don't necessarily see it. My younger brother's surname is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and he seems to be modest, but in fact he is proud, which seems a little awkward. You can go, but you can't be discovered by him! Just follow secretly, I also want to see the ability of that brother. Whether he wants to take the throne of the Demon King of the Qiantian Mountain, or stay away from the east of Yunlu, it is up to him to be—"

Ray shook his head and said a few words, and saw that the servants, who had already shrunk by four-fifths, had been loaded onto the carriage beside him. Then he went to the river, and shone on the water.

I saw that what was reflected in the water was a sloppy man, and I couldn't help but laugh at myself again.

"After three years of enlightenment, I have traveled to hundreds of places in the world. Except for those scenery and knives, there is nothing outside in my heart. I didn't expect that in just this short period of time, I became like this. If Miss Zhenru saw it, I really don't know how heartbroken it would be!"

With a sigh, Lei Dong actually raised the fifteen-zhang exaggerated giant knife and shaved his beard on his face.

After a little freshening, another person was replaced. The temperament of the whole person has changed again, the body is still majestic, but the face is handsome and square, and it is a little more elegant and elegant.

Holding a knife in his right hand, he looked up at the sky with high spirits, and his knife intent was wildly displayed.

The thunderous sword that disappeared for three years has now returned. But I don't know those old friends of Central Yunlu, but they are ready?

was looking at the sky, and his brows were thunderous, but suddenly he frowned.

"Who's that in the sky?

In the field of vision, two small dots appeared. From a distance, it seems to be two women, walking in the air.

And these two people, he just recognized.

"It's Taiyuan Sect, that old girl? Taiyuan Fairy Shui Lingbo? Why did this person get to the east of Yunlu? The person behind him is Zhao Yanran of the Seven Spirit Sect. ”

Suddenly, his heart moved, and he remembered the words of the previous sect guard. It is the latter who says that the sect guards the sword and is psychic.

"I said, this old girl, how could she come here for no reason, it turned out that she was looking for an apprentice. Hehe, my younger brother, if he becomes a disciple of the Taiyuan Sect, wouldn't it be boring?"

The corners of his lips are obliquely raised, and the thunder suddenly rises into the air. A sword shadow suddenly swept across the sky.

The figure in the sky was also not slow to react, and his figure only flashed slightly, and he had already dodged it.

One of them is Zhao Yanran. And the leader was dressed in a big red robe, and his face was blue and swept down.

"Which madman is not going to die?"

When he saw the figure rushing up, Shui Lingbo's expression immediately changed: "Crazy knife thunder, you are not troubled enough, you still dare to provoke me! Our family has something to do now, I don't have time to pay attention to you, get out of my way!"

The thunderbolt laughed: "I said that the sword intent is small today, and the hundred dragon knife has also increased to twenty-five, and I am looking for someone to try my own depth! Taiyuan fairy, it is too coincidental!"

The shadow of the sword flickered slightly, and in the next moment, it was full of clouds and sky, and the sword light was like a dragon, almost obscuring the sky.

And Shui Lingbo's gaze suddenly became extremely cold. At this moment, the thunderous knife is like a landscape painting made of splashed ink, uninhibited and indulgent. Although there is no killing machine, the fighting spirit is extremely strong!

His expression was as cold as frost, and he was extremely fierce, and he pulled out a red sword and stabbed straight down from the clouds. The shadow of the sword flashed, like the scorching sun in the sky. Collide with the rising sword, impact.

Those who dare to stop her at this moment can only 'die'!

There was a sharp roar, and countless fierce winds suddenly erupted in the sky. The whole sky is full of sand and rocks. The trees on the ground were also broken or simply uprooted under the strength of the wind.

Countless beasts and birds in the forest are scattered in all directions.

Zhao Yanran, who was not far away, was leisurely, so she could sit on the sidelines and watch for a while. Although she couldn't control the air, when she opened a red umbrella. But it is light and fluttering, falling down.

As soon as she fell four hundred feet, Zhao Yanran's eyes suddenly froze, and she looked at a stone mounted on the carriage below.

In the sky above, although the strength was like a tide, it could no longer attract her interest, and her eyes were only fixed, looking at the boulder.

The next moment, I also smiled, so it was. With that man's surname, how could such a peerless treasure be hidden in the dust from beginning to end?