The person who came was Ye Zhiqiu.

Qian Yongjiu laughed: "Ye Zhiqiu, what are you going to do?

The faces of your teachers and nephews also showed obvious anger and disdain, you are a defeated soldier, where did you get the courage to jump out and grab things?

The old way looked a little embarrassed: "It turns out that the two of you know each other, so it's easy to discuss." ”

Ye Zhiqiu said angrily: "What are you discussing? Didn't you say that you had three hundred spirit stones? I went to borrow money, and you old goods have a new buyer?"

Three hundred?

Qianyongjiu's face showed displeasure: "You old Taoist is so black-hearted! Why, when you see that I am young, you want to trap me? Just now you gave me an offer of 600, I really can't be a Kaizi!"

But only then did he feel a little angry, and the violent sea of consciousness shook violently, like a stormy ocean!

At this moment, the divine consciousness dispersed uncontrollably!

The fluctuation of consciousness is like a light in the long night!

In an instant, countless terrifying divine senses swept over the hills of the market. There are no less than 100,000 monks on the entire hill, and all of them have changed color.

"Who is it?"

"Who is doing such a blatant exudation of such a violent divine sense, isn't this provoking the many powers of the Infinite City?!"

"But the first one to burst out of his divine consciousness is so terrifying! Could it be that Jin Dan is showing off his power in the market?"

Voices of discussion abounded.

Zhang Jingchen hurriedly pulled out his sleeves with nine coats: "Little Uncle, hurry up and restrain your divine sense! Your outburst so unscrupulously will be regarded as a provocation!"

Qian Yongjiu himself didn't expect that it was just a small fluctuation in his emotions that he couldn't control Zhihai.

After all, is it because I have just opened up the sea of knowledge, and my cultivation time is too short, so I don't have my own Dao heart yet?

Don't be arrogant and rash, dry use nine, you must remember not to use the hidden dragon!

After doing some self-examination in time, Qian Yongjiu regained his composure.

At this time, the old man's face was almost so white that he lost blood, and he opened his mouth and said: "Senior, senior, this sword fetus naturally belongs to you, and the price is easy to say!"

Ye Zhiqiu was even more shocked, mixed with three points of helplessness, three points of surprise, and three points of jealousy.

He couldn't figure out why this guy had only cultivated for a few days, not only did his hard power crush him, but even the violent horror of his divine consciousness was no less powerful than Jindan.

What kind of demon is this dry use nine?

Alas.

That's it.

The situation is stronger than the man.

But......

Ye Zhiqiu secretly clenched his fists, one day, I will trample you under my feet!

He sighed, "If you like it, just take it." After all, this cultivation realm is respected by the powerhouse, and I am not as good as you. It's just that above the thirty-two sect competitions, I will definitely cultivate the Void Pill to win you!"

After that, Ye Zhiqiu threw up his sleeves and left.

Qian Yongjiu said loudly: "You misunderstood! Ye Zhiqiu! I didn't want to rob your things, since you came first, I won't rob you!"

But Ye Zhiqiu will pay attention to this?

In his ears, this guy clearly wanted to save his reputation and prove to the monks of the world that he was not a bully—a bully......

Thinking that he was actually the weaker side, Ye Zhiqiu hated it so much that the roots of his teeth itched.

Qian Yongjiu shook his head and said to the old man: "Since you offer Ye Zhiqiu three hundred, then I will buy your sword tire at three hundred 🤚, do you have any opinions?"

Lao Dao nodded like pecking rice.

Where did he have the courage to refuse?

After he took the spirit stone handed over by Qianyongjiu and hurriedly handed the sword fetus into Qianyongjiu's hands, this old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief: thanks to this senior's ability and open-mindedness, he didn't care about himself, if this was true, he would split himself with a sword on the spot......

But before his heart fell back into his stomach, he saw this "senior power" speak again: "You didn't build this sword fetus yourself, did you?

Lao Dao was suddenly shocked again.

Where did he dare to refute this "ruthless thing" who dared to wantonly explode his divine consciousness in Infinite City?

"The seniors are really like torches!"

Lao Dao slapped the horse before he spoke: "There is a house in Lingbao Lane, and the head of the house is surnamed Shen. The son-in-law of that family called himself Shen Lang, and he entrusted me to consign. ”

"Consignment?"

"Hmm. The boy said that if he was asked by a 'destined person', he could tell him his name. ”

Dry with nine a little bit of a product, and then checked the sword tire in his hand, "Okay, I know." ”

After buying the sword tire, everyone bought some rice in the market.

This is actually the most important purpose of everyone's trip. Only with good food and the assistance of spirit stones, the progress of cultivation can be faster and more stable.

As for the rest, there are some inconsequential bargains, such as rune paper, cinnabar, spirit grass seeds, etc., and Qianyongjiu bought a book for the introduction of this formation.

Qianyong Jiumai naturally had his own plans, and he thought about relying on his understanding of Qimen Dunjia and gossip to follow the example of Wuliang City to make a great array of protectors.

To set up the formation, of course, you must know the operating principle of the formation. And the Heartless Sword Sect is dedicated to cultivating swords, and the masters and nephews don't know much about the formation, and it can even be said that their eyes are black, and they almost don't understand it at all.

In the evening, everyone settled at the Huanglong Inn, which made the poor ghosts of the Heartless Sword Sect sigh: Wuliang City is really a gold cave! This inn is only a medium-grade inn at best, and it actually costs thirty spirit stones for one night.

The pain of the flesh is the pain of the flesh, but after all, it is a rare luxury, and under the persuasion of the famous sentence that the dry used nine thousand gold to disperse and come back, everyone still stayed.

When it was night, Qian Yongjiu quietly floated on the street and galloped towards Lingbao Lane - the city was forbidden, and he could only run.

After years of divination, even if you don't need to count, you can faintly feel some things with Jiu. Coupled with the vague but strong desire contained in this sword fetus, it is enough to prove that this is by no means an ordinary sword.

Qian Yongjiu even wanted to learn the way of refining weapons, and wanted to meet the person who consigned the sword fetus and find out what kind of destined person he was waiting for.

When he arrived at Lingbao Lane, Qian Yongjiu immediately noticed the extraordinaryness of this place.

In the city of immeasurables, there are wide streets and towering pavilions everywhere, but it is rare to see this kind of extremely quiet, not wide side street, the alleys are planted with verdant bamboos on both sides, and the mansions of Qinghuan and gray tiles are located on both sides of the bluestone pavement, if you don't look carefully, almost all the doors of those houses are covered by bamboo.

Walking to the depths of the alley, Qian Yongjiu saw that there was a house with three words pasted on the high wall on the side of the gate: Shen House.

Qian Yongjiu stepped forward and knocked slightly on the vermilion lacquer door, only to see someone behind the door asking, "Which one?"

"I just said, 'Someone who is destined' has arrived. ”

Before he finished speaking, the vermilion lacquer door opened by itself, and Qianyongjiu walked in directly. Bypassing the shadow wall and passing through the weeping flower gate, I saw a young man in a gray robe sitting in front of the stone table in the courtyard, but with an open chest and long hair scattered.

He had a handsome face, his lips were red and white, and his slender fingers pinched the jasper wine glass, and he smiled slightly: "In Xia Shen Lang, please come and drink a few glasses." ”