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In order to prevent anyone from making trouble, the Elders of the Armory Pavilion sat in the center of the hall, and at the same time took charge of the sword gambling matters of the conference.

His subordinates led a group of warriors with fierce expressions to maintain the order of the conference, a pair of eagle eyes were extremely sharp, scanning the audience, and those warriors were silent one by one, honest, and did not dare to cause trouble at all.

"Elder, I want to buy this sword!" Suddenly, a young man walked up to the elder and said softly.

The elder's eyes were lowered, and he didn't even look at it, "Hmm, this is a rusty waste sword!

"Yes!" Yun Yi said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Young man, don't daydream. This rusty sword is completely useless, but it costs one merit point. Do you know that one merit point is equivalent to a hundred taels of silver, which is enough to buy a hundred refined steel sword outside, which is much better than this waste sword. You must know that not everyone has the luck to get the Excalibur from the waste sword. Such illusions must not be had. There are countless swords in this sword competition, why don't you think about it deeply, those swords with good quality and better appearance are more likely to appear with good swords of higher grade!" the elder shook his head and persuaded.

"Luck?" Yun Yi smiled in his heart, "The sword chooses the master, and the person also chooses the sword." Choosing a sword, that can be summed up by luck!"

He stood by his decision, "Thank you for the reminder, but boy, I'm still going to buy this sword!"

Seeing that he didn't listen to the advice, the elder's eyes widened, he was very angry, and he didn't bother to persuade again, so he said angrily: "Since this is the case, then you can exchange a merit point!"

"Yes!" Yun Yi took out his merit card from his bosom and handed it over.

"Hmph!" the elder snorted coldly, crossed a little merit from the merit card with both hands, and threw it over, "The kid doesn't know the hearts of good people!

Yun Yi flicked the rusty long sword with both hands, feeling the lines of the sword body, and there was no regret in his heart.

Since it's a gambling sword, how can you just look at the quality!

The essence of the sword is to kill the enemy, what is the use of just being pretty?

And this rusty sword in his hand is by no means a waste sword!

True qi is not easy to come by, and martial artists are usually extremely stingy with their true qi.

And this rusty sword was in poor condition, and those martial artists would not waste their precious true qi on it at all, so they missed this sword.

Just by the fact that this rusty sword could become light and heavy by inputting true qi, Yun Yi knew that he had made a lot of money.

Think about it, when you take this sword against people, your sword moves can be matched with this sword, it seems to be a heavy blow but has no strength, it seems to be light but the power is up to ten thousand, the virtual is real, the real is virtual, and it is impossible to guard against it.

Such a miraculous sword is enough to make the sword move more varied.

But this is only Yun Yi's idea in his heart, and how to maximize the power of this strange sword still needs to be pondered by him.

"The sword is covered with dust!" Yun Yi's eyes were a little regretful, but more joyful.

"You're still laughing! The elders have advised you, you are still stubborn, you are really a dead brain! Spending a merit point to buy a waste sword does not count, and you have offended the elders of the Armory Pavilion. Only you will do such a loss-making deal!" Long Ling'er on the side saw Yun Yi holding a rusty sword and smirking, he really looked at it, and said with a poisonous tongue.

Yun Yi smiled playfully, and said secretly in his heart: "Loss, I've made a lot of money!"

But he wasn't going to explain much to her, but said lightly: "It's my merit point! It's not yours, so why do you bother with my business?"

"Oops! I'm really angry! I, Long Ling'er, have never dared to talk to me like this?" Long Ling'er's eyes widened, and she stomped her feet in anger, babbling and screaming.

She pursed her lips angrily, stared at Yun Yi with big eyes, and raised and put down her hands into small fists, as if she wanted to beat Yun Yi hard, both delicate and spicy, just like her name of "Little Pepper", there was nothing wrong at all.

"Hmph, you wait for me!" she glared, then turned and left.

Yun Yi shook his head, unimpressed.

His hands were like caressing the jade skin of a peerless beauty, and he moved slowly, feeling every line of the rusty sword in his hand.

A peerless swordsman, with a sword in his hand, no opponent, the sword is there, and the sword is dead.

Since Yun Yi is determined to become a swordsman, he can't help but be familiar with the sword in his hand.

With a movement of his wrist, the rusty sword in his hand swung and whined, pulling out the sword flowers.

As the true qi in his hand crossed into the rusty sword, Yun Yi could clearly feel the weight of the sword body, as if it had changed from the previous light wooden sword to a heavy dark iron sword.

And once the True Qi was withdrawn, the weight gained by the Rusty Sword before quickly disappeared, as if it had been an illusion before.

"Good sword, good sword!" Yun Yi was overjoyed and couldn't help but shout again and again.

"A waste sword can be called a good sword, I don't think you will be poor and crazy, right?" that Yuwen Cheng came out of nowhere, and said sarcastically.

Long Xiao also stood aside, and Long Ling'er held his arm with both hands and shook vigorously, as if he was coquettish, squinting at Yun Yi, with a look of pride in his plan.

"Huh, Yuwen is really ghostly! If you want me to say, you don't have any talent, but you have a pair of noses that are very powerful, and you like to run around with people. But it can't be helped, it's what your parents passed on to you. I really feel sorry for you!" Yun Yi shook his head and sighed, as if he was quite worried about Yuwen.

"What did you say?" the corners of Yuwen's mouth twitched, his fists creaked, and his eyes stared fiercely at the young man in front of him.

Although he didn't know what this guy meant by his tirade, he always didn't feel good.

"Poof!" Long Ling'er couldn't help it for a while, and actually laughed and coughed again and again, "Yuwen bears you a big fool! He's scolding your whole family for being a dog! With a good nose, he likes to run around with people, isn't this a dog? It's still inherited from his parents! No, I'm laughing to death! This guy is too bad!"

Yu Wen's eyes widened, full of bloodshots, and even his breath was much thicker, obviously angry to the extreme.

But he didn't dare to get angry with Long Ling'er, so he could only grit his teeth fiercely, and said gloomily: "Stinky boy, you can't do martial arts!

"That's not as good as Brother Yuwen's good teeth, biting people everywhere!" Yun Yi plucked his ears with his little finger and said lightly.

Long Ling'er smiled even more happily, feeling sad for Yu Wencheng, "This guy is too bad." Every sentence scolded this Yuwen to the blood, it seems that he can't escape the nickname of dog!"

The dragon Xiao on the side was wearing a white robe, looking light and breezy, and he couldn't help but smile at this time

"You ......" Yuwen was furious, realizing that arguing with this stinky boy was really the stupidest choice in the world.

He rolled his eyes, stared at the rusty sword in Yun Yi's hand and smiled weirdly, and said in words: "What kind of hero is a fighter? You just said that the rusty sword in your hand is a good sword!

"Sword fighting?" Yun Yi was slightly stunned, as if he had thought of something, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a sneer, as sharp as a knife.

Then his eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled without any scheming, and said yes.

"Okay!"