"Brother Luo Chen, what's wrong with you?" Qing Yao asked with a smile.

"I'm fine, but suddenly I feel that our Yao'er has grown up." Luo Chen sighed softly.

"Giggle......" Qing Yao, who heard this, covered her mouth and let out bursts of chuckles.

Looking at Qing Yao, whose face was gradually flushed, Luo Chen scratched his head a little embarrassed.

Looking at the embarrassed young man in front of him, Qing Yao took his hand and whispered in her ear: "Don't be in a daze, Brother Luochen, Yao'er will take you to choose weapons." ”

Luo Chen, who hadn't come back to his senses yet, was just held by Qing Yao and walked briskly in the crowded bazaar.

"Drive! Drive! ”

"Get out of the way!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw three white horses galloping through the crowd.

Luo Chen subconsciously took Qing Yao's hand, dodged to the side, and glanced at the owner of the white horse in the front.

I saw the woman on horseback, her long black hair unconsciously falling down like a waterfall, and curling it into a high bun on it. Her hair was decorated with white feathers, and a white bead was placed on her forehead, which was imposing.

"Get out of here!"

"Get out of here!"

Before the three fast horses walked away, they saw a deafening sound of horses' hooves behind them, which frightened the people who were still shopping in the market, and they all got out of the way.

Not far away, a team of horses was galloping towards the crowd.

The leader was a man in his twenties, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, and behind him were burly men, there were more than a dozen of them, each of whom carried a large knife behind him.

"Young master, don't worry, this Nizi can't run!" The middle-aged man on the side said sinisterly.

Looking at this big knife, Luo Chen suddenly remembered the scar man he met in Qiyang Mountain before, these people were all using domineering big knives.

"The strength of these people is in the Ning Dan realm, and the middle-aged man on the young master's side must have cultivated at the realm of the Jindan Great Perfection, and it may even be higher."

"In this small Yong'an Town alone, there are already so many strong people, it seems that I have to hurry up and cultivate." Luo Chen looked at the horse team that was leaving, and then gradually let go of Qing Yao's hand, and sighed a little.

Looking at Luo Chen, who was clutching himself just now, Qing Yao's face suddenly flushed, and a happy expression was completely written on his face.

……

It didn't take long for the market to be bustling with people again, as if everyone had long been accustomed to what had just happened.

"This son, you might as well take a look at my family's weapon, this is a good divine weapon." A peddler shouts at an iron sword in his hand.

Luo Chen shook his head, he didn't want to be broken again before he hit a few times, but there was not much silver on his body right now, and he really couldn't afford to pick and choose.

Just as Luo Chen was about to buy a sword that looked quite sharp, Qing Yao on the side pulled his shirt and shook his head at Luo Chen.

Helplessly, the sword that was not yet hot in Luo Chen's hand was slowly put back again, and the boss on the side muttered a little complainingly, as if to say that Luo Chen and the others had no vision.

"What do you think of this little brother, this sword?"

An old voice came from the crowd, and Luo Chen and the others looked around, only to find that one by one the old men in ragged clothes were sitting on the ground, looking at them with a smile.

In front of the old man, there were a few broken swords, as well as a few old scrolls, but it seemed that most of these scrolls were mortal-level spells.

The sword that the old man said was pitch black, two feet and one long, and the rusty black iron ran through the entire sword body, except for being weird, there was nothing special to see.

Qing Yao didn't speak, just a pair of big watery eyes, looking at the old man intently, inexplicably a little kind, but couldn't say why.

"These swords of yours don't seem to suit me very well." Looking at the few swords on the ground that were really unremarkable, Luo Chen declined with some embarrassment.

The old man on the ground looked at the two people in front of him with a smile, stroked his beard and sighed lightly; "Little brother, you don't know everything, my swords are only sold for those who are destined, and the price can be high or low. If it weren't for fate, even if it was a mountain of gold, I wouldn't sell it. ”

According to the old man's original words, these broken swords were originally sold for a thousand gold, but now they are only sold for ten gold.

If it weren't for the scruples that the black-hearted businessman in front of him was an old man, Luo Chen would have already scolded at this time.

Luo Chen tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, looking at this businessman who relied on the old and sold the old, he was not ready to waste time, but planned to pull Qing Yao on the side and leave.

"Brother Luo Chen, what this old man said is right, these swords look broken, but they are high-grade weapons." Qing Yao stood on tiptoe and whispered in Luo Chen's ear.

Looking at the two young men and girls in front of him who were still discussing and discussing, the old man sitting on the ground stretched his waist, slowly got up, and said with a smile: "That's it, since I don't have a chance, then I won't sell it." ”

After saying that, the old man in ragged clothes began to pack up his things and prepare to close the stall.

This can make Qing Yao anxious, and finally ran into a stall with a few high-grade weapons, how could he miss it, and then took the silver taels from Luo Chen's hand, handed it to the old man's hand, and said "extremely aggrieved": "This old man, the two of us, ran away from home, looking for our mother, there is so much money on us, you can make it convenient." ”

At this time, Qing Yao, where there is still a trace of innocence on her body, is like an experienced housekeeper woman, bargaining with the businessman for her husband.

Luo Chen on the side was also taken aback by Qing Yao's sudden appearance, and secretly sighed in his heart: "This Nizi, what a housekeeper!" ”

"Haha!"

"Then please take care of yourself."

The old man looked up to the sky and smiled, stopped what he was doing, and did not continue to collect the stall.

Under Qing Yao's careful selection, one of the rusty black swords was finally selected.

"I'll go! So heavy! ”

I thought that this broken sword was nothing, and Luo Chen didn't pay attention to it, but Luo Chen took a lot of effort to pick it up, and the sword blade was not off the ground.

This seemingly rusty broken sword is so heavy that it takes a lot of effort just to pick it up, and if you wield it, it will be worth it.

Luo Chen, who was secretly happy, wiped the sweat from his forehead, thinking that he finally had a worthy weapon.

Because this sword was too heavy, Luo Chen picked it up and put it down for a while, and the heavy black sword knocked a deep crack open on the ground.

Looking at this scene in front of him, Luo Chen was surprised and couldn't speak, and Qing Yao on the side didn't expect this sword to be so heavy, and he still underestimated the Taoist behavior of this mysterious old man.

"Haha! The old man didn't lie to you, right? The mysterious old man laughed heartily.

"Since this is the case, then you can give us another suitable spell scroll."

Qing Yao, who had already spent all her belongings, simply became the owner who was barefoot and not afraid of wet shoes, and hurriedly pleaded.

"You Nizi! It's really elfty! ”

"Good! I'm going to give you a scroll. The old man laughed.

This time, Qing Yao didn't pick and choose anymore, just took a scroll that the old man gave him at random, and thanked him with satisfaction.

Qing Yao's heart still has a degree, and he has already made this old man make a loss-making deal, as for the scroll to be sent, he can't pick it anymore, in case the old man gets angry and doesn't give it, who will he find to reason with him when the time comes.

"Boy, this sword is not an ordinary sword, its name is "Long Yuan", you will know its power in the future. ”

"The old man gave you this scroll is called "Fire Dragon Palm", compared to this sword, although it is a little ordinary, but it is also a mortal-level high-level spell, practice to a small success, but there is fire in the palm, scorching the grass and trees, practice to the fullest, comparable to the ground-level primary spell, can summon a fire dragon to help it, extremely powerful. ”

"Boy, this spell is very suitable for you to cultivate right now."

The old voice of this mysterious old man echoed in Luo Chen's ears for a long time.

It turns out that the weapons in this world are divided into nine levels, namely: lower grade, middle grade, upper grade, best grade, semi-holy grade, holy product, spiritual treasure, soul treasure and mysterious treasure.

In the words of this mysterious old man, weapons such as low-grade, medium-grade, and high-grade weapons are also ordinary weapons, such as ordinary knives and swords, and more powerful sharp weapons. And the most powerful of ordinary weapons is the weapon of the semi-holy product, which can be said to be the pinnacle of ordinary weapons, which can fuse the master's mind, and most of them can be attacked at close range under the will of the master.

Like a saint-grade weapon, it already has some simple consciousness, which can be regarded as transcendental, and it has begun to have the consciousness of a human being, and can attack independently from a distance, mostly owned by the demon world and super sects.

As for weapons like Lingbao, it is said to be a legendary ancient weapon, because it absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon all year round, it is not just as simple as having consciousness, it can basically be said to move according to the will of the master, which is equivalent to the combination of people and weapons, but this kind of weapon is seen once in a hundred years, and most of them are owned by the fairy world and the ancient clan.

When asked about the soul treasure level and Xuan Bao level weapons, the mysterious old man did not speak, but just looked up to the sky and laughed.

After a long time, Luo Chen didn't know what level the sword in his hand was, since this strange and mysterious old man didn't want to tell him, it was useless to force it.

Fortunately, I took a book of mortal-level high-level spells, according to the mysterious old man, this spell was practiced to a great extent comparable to ground-level spells.

Now it's good, the weapon is there, the spell scroll is also there, and it only cost less than three gold, and it is really earned.

Looking at the innocent and lovely Nizi in front of him, Luo Chen's heart became more and more curious, the things he encountered along the way were too magical to describe with common sense.

"Congratulations to Brother Luo Chen, you finally have a weapon at hand."

As for taking advantage of it, I don't dare to say, but just looking at the weight, the power is incomparable.

Maybe he was too excited, but he saw Luo Chen pick up Qingyao in front of him, and he turned around several times, and the laughter of the two attracted a lot of attention from the surroundings.

This scene was also seen by the mysterious old man, although he did not speak, but his face was tightly frowned, and then returned to normal.

After Luo Chen hugged Qing Yao in the crowd for a while, he carefully put Qing Yao down, and just as the two were about to thank the mysterious old man again, they found that the mysterious old man was gone.

The few broken swords and old scrolls that had been on the ground were also gone, as if they had never come.

The two stood on tiptoe in the crowd and watched for a long time, never seeing the mysterious old man again.

Maybe it's like the mysterious old man said, it's really fate to sell.

As the sun set, an old man in ragged clothes gradually disappeared into the crowd of people in Yong'an Town.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, forgive Weichen for being guilty, now that the alien race is eyeing him, the situation in the East China Sea is precarious, and Weichen must first return to the Dragon Palace to assist the old Dragon King."

"Luo Chen, haha, a good boy, I hope you must protect Her Royal Highness the Princess......"