"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid."

Feeling Wu Linglong's obstruction, Wan Li responded softly.

At this time, he made a move, and he launched his whole body, only the two of them, no matter how high Wu Linglong's combat power was, Wan Li might not be easy to get out.

After taking a few more looks, Wan Li gave a look, and Wu Linglong grabbed his robe and left the Wu family.

After a few flashes, the two figures reappeared on the street near the Wu family.

Swish.

At this moment, another figure fell.

"It's pretty fast."

Glancing at the person who came, Old Man Wei.

"Of course, I'm very neat."

Old man Wei tilted his head, a little stinky fart.

Roselle hasn't come yet, he's still the same.

It's just that he has beaten himself again, and he looks like a serious old man.

"Tell me about it."

Standing in place, Wan Li put his hands behind his back and was not in a hurry to leave.

"Na, one is the situation of the Sikong family, there are many martial kings, and there are two that I can't beat."

"With my strange way, I found out that they are going to attack a few places tomorrow."

"Do you know who's going to go?"

Wan Li's eyes rolled and he asked.

"I don't know, it seems that there is a martial king realm."

Old man Wei replied in a somewhat embarrassed voice.

I didn't expect to leak out who was going to be dispatched.

"It's okay, I'll them tomorrow."

The surroundings were quiet, Wan Li also lowered his voice a little, and then looked at Wu Linglong, "You can't move your hands inside, pull out these secret whistles." ”

"Let's go, go to the City Lord's Mansion in the middle of the night."

Wan Li smiled lightly and raised his legs to leave.

There was no word all night, but there was a hidden murderous intention.

The next day, Wan Li took Mu Qian and came to a place called Fengtian Pavilion in the west of the city early in the morning.

"Yo, the two guest officers are early."

Not long after the store opened today, it ushered in two people.

"Just hang out."

Wan Li responded with a smile.

This is an artifact shop that has a wide variety of artifacts, including armor.

It belongs to some capital, but it is not large, and it is not as good as those chambers of commerce.

Even so, the second junior of this shop doesn't look very old, and he is also a martial arts realm monk.

A general glance at the store shows that they are all very ordinary, and the prices are relatively low.

"Does this look good?"

Mu Qian asked, pointing to a hairpin.

"General."

To avoid being wronged, Wan Li chooses a general evaluation, and when his eyes are withdrawn from the hairpin.

Suddenly.

Wan Li set his eyes on a broken sword hanging on the wall.

It has a very ordinary appearance, with a broken wound in the middle, which is very smooth, and you can feel that it is a long sword at a glance.

At the same time, there are three white beads inlaid on the hilt of the sword, I don't know what it is for.

Just such a broken sword, Wan Li also stared straight at it for a long time.

"Does this guest officer recognize this sword?"

The shopkeeper on the side saw him pause, and couldn't help but ask forward.

"I don't recognize it, I'm just curious." Wan Li shook his head in response.

"Oh, this sword was obtained by the store from a secret realm, and I heard that it was a broken sword when I got it."

"When the shop knocked on it, it was very hard, so I simply brought it back."

After speaking, the shopkeeper continued to scrub the spiritual weapon on the side.

"Is this sword sold?"

"Sell, a spirit stone."

The shopkeeper said without raising his head.

Although the broken sword is useless, many people ask about it.

"A spirit stone?"

Mu Qian was surprised first, "Then why didn't anyone buy it?" ”

"Hey, hey."

The shopkeeper chuckled, glanced at Mu Qian, and when he admired his beauty in his heart, he answered: "Plus the story of the origin of this broken sword." ”

Origin?

Although I don't know the grade of this sword, if it is a low grade, no one will care about the origin of this sword.

If it was a high-grade one, no strong person would come here to recognize this broken sword.

Xu is a contradiction, and this broken sword has always been placed here.

"This sword was made by a blacksmith from the Southern Regions, made of black iron gold, and it is extremely hard."

"The owner who owns this sword is named Nan Tianzhu, and this sword has been fighting with him for many years."

"If you're not mistaken, the store must have been obtained by accident on the ancient battlefield."

After speaking, Wan Li sighed lowly, with a complicated expression.

Nan Tianzhu, who was also a member of his command, had not heard from him since he entered the ancient battlefield.

He had searched for it, but there was no news.

Now I see the things of the old people, and I am a little embarrassed.

Mu Qian listened attentively, but the shopkeeper was stunned, as if he heard the words that shook the past and the present.

The hand that was rubbing the spiritual weapon stopped.

"You ......"

The shopkeeper was about to speak, but was interrupted by a footstep.

"Little brother has good eyesight."

A man walked out of the stairs on the second floor, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a burly figure, and explosive muscles gave Wan Li and the two of them a visual impact.

"This thing is indeed what I obtained from the ancient battlefield, does this little brother know the name of this sword?"

The man walked slowly to the edge of the broken sword and met Wan Li's eyes.

I think that the stout man in front of me is the owner of this shop.

Wan Li moved his gaze to the sword, his expression carrying a hint of memory.

"This sword is called Broken Bone, sharp and hard, and the bone is like mud."

There is still a sentence that is not said, this name was given by Wan Li at that time.

The shopkeeper man took down the broken sword and turned it over the back, and the word "broken bone" was engraved on the sword.

"It's destined for you, take it."

The man smiled and handed over the sword.

Wan Li was not polite, took it, and touched the sword body with the armrest.

The sword is broken, and the sword is scattered.

It's just scrap metal that's extremely sharp.

"Thank you."

Put it away, and Wan Li's face returned to its usual indifferent appearance.

"It seems that this little brother is not here to buy spiritual weapons."

The shopkeeper smiled and directed the two of them to a table next to them.

"What do you call them?"

"Wan Li, her name is Mu Qian."

"A talented woman is a real match."

The shopkeeper praised it, and the shopkeeper also served three cups of tea in due time.

Mu Qian raised her eyebrows, and when she wanted to explain, she was interrupted by Wan Li's voice, "It's over, I don't know how the store knows about the recent situation in Huxin City?" ”

As soon as the topic changed, the shopkeeper didn't expect Wan Li to mention this stubble.

After pondering for a while, he smiled cheerfully: "It was a battle between big people, what does it have to do with small people like me." ”

After speaking, his eyes looked at the two again.

"Hehe, the shopkeeper underestimated himself a little, and it was not bad to survive on the ancient battlefield."

Hearing this, the strong man shopkeeper sighed and did not respond.

The ancient battlefield was a place that only dared to step into the realm of martial monarchs, a fierce place in the middle domain.

Such a young Wan Li could know something about it, and he also knew the origin of the broken sword, which surprised him a little.

"Don't talk about this, which faction in the city do you represent when you two come here?"

opened the skylight and said bright words, and the store was not playing dumb riddles with Wanli.

"Hehe, don't worry, I watched the sky yesterday night, and I had a premonition that something would happen in Fengtian Pavilion today, so I came to observe."

Wan Li smiled mysteriously, and the shopkeeper who listened to it looked stunned.

He still knew that Lake City was not peaceful recently, and when he heard Wan Li say this, his expression suddenly sank.

"What do you mean?"