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Ritual vessels of different shapes are lined up together, and stall owners place various goods on their ritual vessels. All magic weapons are suspended in mid-air, and there is no way to go up, so you can only fly up with your sword.

Luo Xiaotian subconsciously touched the Qiankun bag, he only had a flying sword now, and if he wanted to go up, he would have to use it. The last flying sword seems to be a little cost-effective to use here.

After hesitating for a moment, Luo Xiaocai spoke: "Senior Brother Li, that is ...... Are there any flying swords for sale?"

Li Yue didn't expect Luo Xiaotian to ask this question, in the monk's bazaar, flying swords, which have a wide range of popularity, are very easy to find. He was stunned for a moment, then understood, and then spoke: "If Senior Brother Luo doesn't bring a flying sword, you can also go to that teleportation array." All you need is a Miscellaneous Spirit Stone to go up. ”

After a pause, Li Yue added, "If Senior Brother Luo doesn't mind, Senior Brother has an extra flying sword here, which can be borrowed from you." ”

"Then thank you, brother. As soon as Li Yue finished speaking, Luo Xiaotian received it, and he didn't give Li Yue a chance to regret it at all.

Li Yue was slightly stunned, the words behind him were just polite words, he didn't expect Luo Xiaotian to really agree. Monks rarely lend their flying swords to others, and if you ask an unfamiliar monk for a flying sword, no one will say anything to you, even if they kill you directly.

But Li Yue has a lot of flying swords on his body that he hasn't used, and he won't care too much about this rule. That's all he would say.

With a chuckle, he pulled out a flying sword.

Luo Xiaotian hesitated and did not take the flying sword.

Li Yue was a little puzzled: "Senior Brother Luo, what's wrong?"

Luo Xiaotian hesitated for a moment before he spoke: "Senior brother's flying sword, what level of magic weapon is it?"

Li Yue looked at Luo Xiaotian before replying, "Seventh Order Magic Weapon, Senior Brother Luo thinks there is anything wrong with this flying sword?"

Luo Xiaotian hesitated for a moment, but he still didn't say anything about his swordsmanship, but he was embarrassed to destroy Li Yue's flying sword, and if he had to compensate himself when the time came, it would be worth the loss.

Looking up at the monk bazaar made up of various floating magic weapons on the top, Luo Xiaotian suddenly asked, "Just be able to go up?"

Li Yue nodded, not knowing why Luo Xiaotian asked so.

So, Li Yue saw this scene-

There are a total of eight rune swords, one under each foot, one on each leg and arm, one in front of the body, and one behind the back. The eight rune swords were fixed on his body by Luo Xiaotian.

The rune sword was scraped by Luo Xiaotian from the treasure house of the Fire Rune Sect, although the Fire Rune Sect found two flying swords, but the rune sword was made up of a large pile.

Luo Xiaotian smiled at Li Yue: "It should be okay to go up like this." ”

So, Li Yue watched Luo Xiaotian staggering into the air......

It wasn't until Luo Xiaotian ascended to the bazaar where the magic weapons were spliced together that Li Yue came back to his senses and shook his head slightly, not knowing what to say.

When I go up, should I distance myself from him?

It's a shame to go up like this.

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Luo Xiaotian wandered around alone, looking at this stall for a while, and touching it on another stall for a while.

After arriving at the monk's market, Li Yue made an excuse and left, and the two walked around the market separately.

But Luo Xiaotian really didn't know what to buy, and he didn't know what was useful for him.

The formal bazaar of the monks is different from the small bazaar before the Dabi sect, but there are also similarities. It's a pain in the ass, all the stall owners in these two markets are a virtue. It's all like you ignore it, and you look like you're picking up a big leak when you buy my things. Only a few stall owners are willing to say a few words, but at most they will report the name of the item being sold, and as for the purpose, it is up to the buyer to guess for himself.

Luo Xiaotian is very skeptical about how such a market can hold on. Is it really not going to go out of business?

The friar's bazaar is so large that it takes at least a quarter of an hour to walk from the entrance to the end, not counting the time spent looking at the goods at the stalls.

But Luo Xiaotian feels that this place is not suitable for him, the things sold here are either too expensive, or they are completely useless.

Luo Xiaotian felt like a penniless person walking in a big bazaar, and he couldn't afford to buy anything he liked. The Bai Yuan Spirit Stones on his body that he exchanged for from Li Yue, there are a lot of things that can be bought here, but they are basically used for eggs.

The magic weapon-level magic weapons, the cheapest ones he saw here, were all made of Qingyuan spirit stones. As for the price, Luo Xiaotian didn't want to see it, and he looked sad.

Luo Xiaotian felt more and more that Li Yue had brought him to this bazaar to stimulate himself, so as to achieve the purpose of letting him go to him to borrow money.

Hmph, Luo Xiaotian will not be easily tricked.

So, from beginning to end, he never stopped except for a pause at the stalls at the entrance, and went straight inside.

Out of sight, out of mind, out of mind, walking down without squinting, Luo Xiaotian suddenly stopped.

Eyes fell on a stall.

Unlike the other monks' stalls, it occupies only a small space for sitting, and only three items are placed in front of the stall owner. And everyone avoided the stall, consciously or unconsciously, and there were hardly any monks passing by, let alone anyone who came to buy something.

What's even more special is that this stall owner is a mortal.

In the monk's bazaar, there are not many mortals to be seen. But without exception, all the shopkeepers are monks. Luo Xiaotian thought that only monks could set up stalls here, and mortals should go to the mortal bazaars outside to set up stalls.

Walking over curiously, Luo Xiaotian looked at the stall owner, and then at the three items on the stall.

A sword, bronze, looks at least a thousand years old.

A small incense burner, also bronze, but it looks like it is often taken care of, much brighter than a bronze sword.

There is also a bronze figure, but it is only a foot high, and the face has been worn out by the years, and it can only be vaguely recognized as a man's appearance.

These three things are all bronze, and they don't have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power. No matter how you look at it, they are just ordinary mortal products.

"These bronze objects look a little old. Luo Xiaotian picked up the bronze figure and pretended to look at it carefully.

The stall owner raised his head, glanced at Luo Xiaotian with waveless eyes, muttered something in his mouth, and lowered his head again.

(To be continued.) )