Kuang Tongfang and Wu Feiyu looked at the sword that Qin Bingyan dropped with blank eyes.

The appearance is exactly the same as the swords they used to use, the strength gives a different feeling, and the swords on the ground are of better quality than the swords they used to use.

Most importantly, they saw the Divine Pattern, a faint Divine Pattern engraved on the sword.

The value of the lower grade treasure with the god pattern is higher than that of the upper grade treasure, the quality of the god pattern is good, and the price catches up with the best treasure.

If so, if it is a permanent divine pattern, the lower grade treasure weapon can be comparable to the ordinary lower grade spirit weapon.

Looking at the sword, Kuang Tongfang and Wu Feiyu looked at each other, and the past events came to their minds.

The two came to the sect together, became inner disciples together, did tasks together, experienced life and death battles together, and ...... together

Countless memories flooded into their hearts, and their eyes moistened unconsciously.

What are they afraid of? What are they struggling with?

The monk sticks to his heart and sticks to his own path of strength.

Some people sell their bodies and souls for resources, and they are forced to be helpless compared to those who are willing to fall.

Feeling that their bodies are dirty, they should not continue, let alone think about dragging their broken bodies to death.

Now dead, the shame on them can never be washed away.

They should stand up, they should use spiritual power to reshape their bodies, to reshape their own bodies.

With a decision in their hearts, Kuang Tongfang and Wu Feiyu picked up the sword on the ground and left with their heads raised.

They had nothing and accepted gifts from Qin Bingyan.

Today's kindness, the two of them will return it to Qin Bingyan in the future.

......

Squatting in front of the stall, Qin Bingyan kept paying attention to the back, and seeing that the aura on the two of them had changed a little, Qin Bingyan was finally relieved.

When he dropped the sword, Qin Bingyan really regretted it.

If Kuang Tongfang and Wu Feiyu really committed suicide with swords, she would definitely be unlucky.

The stall owner asked, "Daoyou, let's meet again, I don't know what we need this time?"

Qin Bingyan picked up a dagger and asked, "Boss, how can you sell this?"

The lower grade treasure has a random activation of the god pattern on it.

Write a divine pattern on the magic weapon, which is divided into random and permanent.

The previous seal for the lion king was a permanent god pattern, which took a lot of effort and a lot of materials.

When he was learning the refining weapon, Qin Bingyan wrote a simple random divine pattern on the low-grade treasure weapon that had been successfully refined.

The divine pattern on the dagger is far worse than what he wrote, and this old man's defective product is embarrassed to sell it.

The stall owner's old face smiled into a chrysanthemum: "Fellow Daoist, this dagger is from the hand of the refining master, and the master of the divine pattern blesses a random divine pattern, and there is a five percent chance of activating the blessing of fire attribute power." ”

Seeing that Qin Bingyan didn't listen to himself, the stall owner sneered: "Fellow Daoist, this dagger has three million spirit beads." ”

Qin Bingyan looked up at the old man, raised his eyebrows and said unhappily: "Boss, I can buy a high-grade treasure for three million spirit beads." ”

The stall owner shook his head: "Fellow Daoist, the dagger is blessed with a divine pattern, and its value is high." ”

It seems that this one can't afford to buy his own things, and the boss said casually: "Don't get in the way if you can't afford it." ”

The attitude was so bad, Qin Bingyan wanted to give the old man a slap.

Angry to angry, Qin Bingyan pointed to a piece of ore and asked, "Boss, how can this be sold?"

The old man at the stall didn't raise his head, and said directly: "Let's go, you can't afford it, hurry up, don't disturb the old man doing business." ”

Is this a business? Someone asked the price, and directly said that people couldn't afford it, and it was too damn to look down on people.

Qin Bingyan wanted to leave, but he didn't want to miss the rare ore.