The stone steps of the mountain road are very long, but everyone has cultivated themselves, so they climbed to the top of the mountain in a short time.

After climbing the last stone staircase, it was suddenly enlightened.

On the top of the mountain, there is an extremely wide clearing, the ground is very flat, and the radius is a kilometer.

There were already many monks gathered in the clearing, and at the same time, various shouts came and went, which was very lively.

"Sell the sword, sell the sword! The Silver Sword Sect's exclusive fairy sword, if you buy it, you earn it!"

"Fang Family Elixir, you deserve it!"

"All kinds of rare spirit stones, array materials, everything."

"This is a talisman to ward off evil spirits, and the head of the Ling family made it himself... You're from the Ling family? That's fine..."

"Buns! Freshly baked buns!"

"Hello, this is the takeaway you ordered, please take it, please give a five-star review!"

Lu Ningan was stunned.

Which is this Seven Swords Competition? Isn't this a morning market!

"The scale of this year's Seven Swords Contest is huge, and it is rare to see it in hundreds of years, and it is normal for monks to do some trading before the official start of the competition." Zhuge Mingliang said, "Look, the tower monk has also gone to set up a stall."

Lu Ningan looked along Zhuge Liangliang's gaze, and saw that the tower monk had put up a case not far away, and then took a picture of it!

"Thank you for your support, today, I will tell you a piece of Jade Immortal Fighting Giant Scorpion! It is said that 50,000 years ago, there was a group of cyan giant scorpions in the northwest desert..."

Seven little girls from the Water Spirit Clan stood in front of the case and applauded, taking charge of the trust.

Lu Ning'an: "... Just set up a stall in front of the mountain gate, and the Silver Sword Sect doesn't care?"

"Tube, of course." Zhuge Mingliang pointed to a team of silver-robed sword cultivators who walked not far away, and said, "The people of the Silver Sword Sect are mainly responsible for maintaining order, and according to the rules, they can also charge five percent of the turnover for these stalls as a venue fee and a management fee."

Lu Ning'an: "......"

Zhuge Mingliang continued: "The afternoon is the opening ceremony of the Seven Swords Competition, Mr. Lu, the opportunity is rare, I will also go to set up a stall first, and we will gather again at noon."

After speaking, Zhuge Mingliang went straight to a cool shade and sat down, took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on.

Then with a wave of his hand, he took out a banner and stood aside, with the four big characters "Zhuge Shenshu" written on it.

The others who followed Zhuge Mingliang also dispersed in a hurry, setting up stalls and stalls, shopping stalls, they were all very busy anyway.

Lu Ningan: ......

This is the fairy weather? Why do you feel so unserious?

"Boss, why don't we go shopping too?" Huang Buxiang walked up to Lu Ning'an and said, "I think it's good to have a set of formation flags over there."

"Go ahead." Lu Ningan waved his hand helplessly, and then asked, "What about the fourth child and the big flower?"

"The fourth child set up a stall to sell medicine, and he has saved a lot of medicine over the years." Huang Buxiang pointed to a stall in the distance, and then continued, "Dahua can't be found, I heard others say, it seems that he jumped into the forest to catch birds when he went up the mountain just now."

Lu Ningan: ...... Well, the country is easy to change, but the dog is difficult to change.

After Huang Buxiang left, Lu Ningan also decided to go shopping first, so he took out a mask and put it on carefully.

There's no way, he's too well-known now, and he must cover his appearance properly.

Otherwise, what if it attracts a large number of fans to chase stars?

After pressing down the brim of the straw hat, Lu Ningan walked towards the nearest stall.

This stall sells flatbread and everything, and Lu Ningan happens to be a little hungry...

After eating a set of ultimate flatbread with eggs, Lu Ningan began to wander aimlessly.

He was going to buy a fairy sword.

Although Yun Miaoxian has now given him a "Night Fighter Sword", the style of that sword is too unique, and it is easy to be remembered if it is used often, so Lu Ningan is ready to give the "Night Fighter Sword" to the identity of "Night Tyrant Venerable".

Then Lu Ningan was ready to choose another one with an ordinary appearance,

But the inner very powerful fairy sword is used for the identity of Mr. Lu.

But after walking around, Lu Ningan couldn't find a too suitable fairy sword.

These immortal swords were either too inferior in quality or too distinctive, and they did not meet his requirements at all.

Lu Ningan couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Why do those fairy swords have to do so many bells and whistles?

Either the shape is exaggerated, or the coiled dragon is on the hilt of the sword, or it comes with a variety of lighting effects when used... Can't you make a mediocre good sword?

Just when Lu Ningan was helpless, the old Dao in a stall next to him suddenly stopped him: "This fellow Daoist, I've been paying attention to you for a long time, you want to buy an inconspicuous fairy sword, right?" I've got it here!"

Hearing Lao Dao's words, Lu Ning's head suddenly rose with a glimmer of hope and asked, "Do you have it?"

"Yes, I have, fellow Daoists, please come and see." Lao Dao beckoned, asking Lu Ning'an to come closer, first looked left and right, and then mysteriously took out a wooden sword box from under the stall.

Seeing that the style of the sword box was simple and not like an ordinary thing, Lu Ning's sense of expectation became stronger and stronger.

"This sword has been handed down by my ancestors for tens of thousands of years, and if it weren't for the fact that I have been so shy lately, I wouldn't have sold it." Lao Dao sighed as he opened the sword box.

With a strong sense of curiosity, Lu Ningan looked down...

"Where's the sword?" Looking at the empty sword box, Lu Ningan asked with a confused expression.

"The sword, in the sword box." Lao Dao opened his mouth and said, "My sword is called 'invisible sword', under normal circumstances, no one can see it, is it inconspicuous enough?"

Lu Ningan nodded.

It's all invisible, of course inconspicuous.

At the same time, he asked curiously, "But since I can't see this sword, how should I use it?" And if I buy it, it should be easy to lose it, right?"

"Well, it's easy to lose." Lao Dao nodded and said, "Actually, I'm not sure if this sword is still in the sword box."

Lu Ningan: !!

This must be a liar, right?

Lao Dao continued: "Judging by your expression, you must think that I am lying to you, but what I said is true, you can tell me about the origin of this sword..."

Anyway, Lu Ningan is not in a hurry now, so he moved a small Mazha and sat opposite the old road, so he regarded it as listening to the story for free.

This veteran ancestor was an extremely powerful cultivator, and he loved sword refining, and there were countless top-level immortal swords that he had refined in his lifetime.

However, in his later years, he was killed by his enemies, lost his sight, and most of his family was killed and injured, leaving only a young son and an apprentice.

In order to take revenge, he decided to refine a peerless sword, and then use the sword to kill all his enemies.

So, he asked his apprentice to help him prepare the most top-notch refining materials, and then stood in front of the refining furnace, and with the help of his apprentice, he used what he had learned in his life, and spent all his efforts to forge a top-notch fairy sword!