Ancient Sword City is famous for relying on the Ancient Sword Sect!

The city made of gray stone blocks is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

Zhuo Tian walked on the street, but he was very familiar, he had lived here for three years, although he didn't know much about the main shops, but the ancient sword city was still very familiar.

The Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is the largest merchant pavilion in the city, and it is said that it is a branch pavilion opened here by a very famous existence in the Middle Wilderness.

Located in the very center of the ancient sword city, it extends in all directions and has a prosperous flow of people.

Wanjian Pavilion not only operates auctions, acquisitions and other businesses, but also has a very strong staff, and in this continent where the strong are respected, strength is the real means.

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Zhuo Tian looked at the noisy crowd constantly surging towards the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, and sighed secretly: "This Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is really lively, I usually don't have a chance to see it, but now I am lucky!" ”

Zhuo Tian turned into a remote alley and took out a black cloak and black shirt to wrap himself all.

The wide robe covered his body, took out his black sword behind his back, and collected his breath, so that others could not detect his strength, just like a hunter in the night, others did not dare to have the slightest suspicion, he was not a person to be messed with!

"This body is really awkward, if it weren't for the spirit grass for cultivation, I really don't like it..."Zhuo Tian looked at his appearance in black, and couldn't help sighing, he was used to wearing white clothes, and he did feel very awkward when he suddenly came to this body.

What he came to sell was not an ordinary spirit sword, but a spirit level medium sword, and now his strength was only the second stage of the sword yuan, if he didn't hide and wrap himself, it was inevitable that someone would have a malicious heart.

There were several sword-wielding swordsmen standing in front of the door of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, with tiger eyes and beard, mighty and tall, and Zhuo Tian walked straight in.

They just looked at him, and they didn't stop him in the slightest, after all, there are too many people dressed strangely these days.

As soon as he entered the pavilion, Zhuo Tian's eyes swept the golden hall, and walked straight to a separate room one by one, with three colorful characters printed on the door "Sword Room".

Push the door to enter, the room is simple, a fragrant wood table, a wooden chair on each side, Zhuo Tian walked to the wooden chair, and before he sat down, a smiling reception lady walked on the opposite side.

Dressed in a gorgeous silk robe, the young lady smiled at Zhuo Tian, not at all strange about his strange outfit, and said in a crisp voice, "Hello, sir, what level of sword do you want to sell?" ”

Zhuo Tian sat down leisurely, pretending to have a low voice, and said, "Spirit-level medium sword!" ”

"Spirit-level medium sword?"

The young lady who received it was stunned, such swords are generally used by themselves, how can anyone still come out to sell them?

Zhuo Tian saw that she was silent for a long time, frowned, and didn't know what was wrong, coughed, and said, "Is there a problem?" ”

The young lady came to her senses at this time, her face was slightly red, and she said apologetically: "Sir, I'm sorry, I'm slacking, I'm going to find Master Duan Heng!" ”

The reception lady hurriedly walked to the back of the pavilion door, this is a big business, and even forgot to pour water for Zhuo Tian.

Zhuo Tian shook his head and smiled, he was the only one who would sell a spirit-level mid-level sword in this Ancient Sword Mountain.

After a while, the reception lady walked back again, only this time she was more respectful, because she had a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi behind her.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi looked dry and thin, but his eyes were bright, and two small golden swords were embroidered on the robe on his chest, shining with a noble luster.

"This is the gentleman who wants to sell a spirit-grade medium sword!" The crisp voice of the reception lady sounded again.

Then he said to Zhuo Tian respectfully: "Sir, this is Duan Hengshi, the chief sword forging and sword master of our branch!" ”

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi nodded, sat elegantly on the chair pulled out by the reception lady, swept Zhuo Tian, and suddenly stared at the black sword behind Zhuo Tian's back, although it was a black lacquered long sword, but it exuded a cautious coldness.

Well? No, there was still heat emitting from that sword, and the eyes of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi suddenly contracted and suddenly expanded.

"I wonder where the sword you want to sell is?" The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi couldn't hold back the desire to find out for a long time, withdrew his gaze, and asked Zhuo Tian.

Zhuo Tian was also a little unnatural by the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, and took out the black sword and put it on the table.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi squinted his eyes, "Storage bag!" "He has also been wandering around this ancient sword city for a long time, and things like storage bags are very rare, it seems that the identity of this man in black is not simple!

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi fixed his eyes on the black sword, but his eyes were frozen there, the dark and sharp sword body was exactly the same as the long sword on his back, but this sword was frosty and cold, but the black sword behind Zhuo Tian revealed a hot breath in the cold.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi changed his expression greatly, and it was really the same as he had guessed before.

Sword Seal!

That's right, it's a sword mark, otherwise it won't make two identical swords exude different sword qi, and it won't let one cold sword exude heat.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi fixed his mind, his eyes flashed, and he said after a while: "Looking down at this sword has just been cast, dare to ask Mr. Who forged this sword?" ”

Zhuo Tian frowned and said, "Do you still have to inquire about the source of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion's acquisition of the Spirit Sword?" ”

"No, Mr. is too worried, but I just have a sense of admiration for the swordsmith!" The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi licked his dry lips, and a flattering smile appeared on his thin face.

"Picked it up!" Zhuo Tian thought about it and made up a reason that made the middle-aged people in Tsing Yi a little unbelieving!

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and thought about it, it seems that this person has a strange temper, he can't get the news for a while, and he is not embarrassed at the moment, after all, if he opens the door to do business, if he drives the guests away, he, the chief swordsmith, will also go home to farm.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi smiled dryly: "Since Mr. said that he picked it up, it was picked up, but I still want Mr. to know that I don't have the slightest malice, but I have been trapped in the second-level sword casting master for some years, and I have not been able to master the method of engraving the sword seal, and the black sword behind Mr. Guan should be engraved with a sword mark, so I took the liberty to ask for advice from that master!" ”

Zhuo Tian pursed his lips, it turned out that this guy had the idea, so he said in a hoarse voice: "He is not free now, if he has a fate in the future, he will come over to see if you have that potential!" ”

Duan Heng was like a heavenly treasure, and he arched his hand and said, "Then thank you Mr. first!" ”

"Now let's talk about the price of this sword!" Zhuo Tian said lightly.

Duan Heng's eyes narrowed slightly, then he looked at the sword, thought about it slightly, and said: "This sword is a medium-grade sword, and it is also a mid-grade sword, worth at least thirty-five gold coins, but right now, our Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is holding an auction, if Mr. is not in a hurry, I can help Mr. find an auction position with my own identity, and maximize the value of this sword, how about it?" ”

Zhuo Tian nodded, at least thirty-five gold coins, which was slightly higher than the fat man of the sea, it seemed that this person had the intention of pleasing himself.

Anyway, they all came to this Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, and it was just right to see the auction, maybe he could see any good sword skills, he already had exercises, but he didn't have sword skills.

He nodded and said, "Then let's auction it, I'll just see if there's anything I can look at!" ”