"Ou Datou, don't fool people, you can also handle this kind of goods? I don't believe that Master Ou Ye can refine so many flying swords every month, not to mention refining the sword like this, I think the entire military family has this ability. A big man couldn't get used to it, and said sarcastically.

"Hey, senior brother, what do you mean by that? I've been setting up a stall here for almost five years, and I have a good reputation, and the price is always fair, and there are no fakes!" exclaimed the stall owner.

"Then tell me, these three pieces of scrap iron are really smelted by Master Ouye, aren't you afraid that your senior brothers will find out and come to clean you up?" the man said again.

"Ahem, this senior brother listens to me, these three small swords are indeed from my master's hands, but they are indeed the remaining materials of his sword refining, I picked them up and refined them myself, but this material is indeed from my master's furnace, as evidenced by heaven and earth!"

"Hmph, you dare to use the scrap to make up the number, aren't you afraid that you will even smash your own sign?" said the big man angrily.

"Ahem, I'm in a hurry to close the stall and leave, so let's do it, one or two white yuan, do you want this black-robed senior brother? The stall owner turned his gaze to Jiang Ming again.

"It's pretty much the same, I don't practice well all day long, and I just do some bluffing business. The man next to him whispered a few words to him, as if something was wrong, and then snorted and shook his sleeves and left.

The rest of the people also dispersed when they saw that the excitement was gone, Jiang Ming didn't know the depth of this stall owner, and he didn't dare to rashly use the divine energy to investigate, but the color of these three small swords was clearly a little similar to the tile in his arms, but these three small swords looked more dilapidated.

Just as Jiang Ming picked up the sword and took a closer look, the tile in his arms and the small sword in his hand heated up almost at the same time. Jiang Ming was overjoyed when he noticed it, pinched a piece of white yuan from his arms, and handed it to the stall owner.

"One or two white yuan, deal?" Jiang Ming said with a smile.

The stall owner also smiled: "The deal is closed, the little brother is knowledgeable about the goods, next time I come, brother still has good goods..."

When Jiang Ming walked away, the big man actually gathered with the stall owner and hid in the secret to divide the money.

"Thank you, senior brother, for your help today, otherwise these dozen or so defective products are really hard to sell, and they have changed so many yuan stones. The stall owner said.

"Senior brother, you are clever, the scrap iron dug out of the ravine can be said to be the residue of Master Ouyeel's furnace, you operate like this, it is difficult to make a fortune..."The big man also laughed.

Jiang Ming got the sword, found a secluded place, took one of them in his hand, and silently operated the aura of Shenyuan into it, and in an instant, the small sword seemed to sound happily, and a stream of heat from the sword body entered Jiang Ming's body, Jiang Ming's consciousness once again came out of a Xuanwu roar, and even the two small swords in his arms followed Qingming, and the sword sound gradually turned into a buzzing sound.

"This sword is really related to the Zhurong Stone! It is even related to the Xuanwu Soul!"

Jiang Ming only felt a repulsion from the small sword in his hand, and suddenly broke free from his hand, and the other two swords couldn't hold it, and flew out of his arms with two swishing sounds, and the three small swords converged into a first-class and turned into red light, rotating around Jiang Ming's body like three comets trailing.

In Jiang Ming's divine sense, the soul of Xuanwu roared again, and the three small swords were summoned, and the red light penetrated into Jiang Ming's right sleeve in an instant.

Jiang Ming only felt a sharp pain in his right forearm, and hurriedly opened his sleeve to look, only to see three small red swords about an inch long, like tattoos, lined up vertically, imprinted on the inside of his forearm.

A moment later, the red light slowly faded, and under Jiang Ming's closing, the three red sword phantoms were already suspended in his sea of divine consciousness, and as his mind moved, it had formed some kind of mysterious connection with him.

Spiritual Seal Weapon! This is a spiritual seal weapon that is highly respected by Taoists and soldiers! Jiang Ming was shocked again, he had found some records in the collection of the Yuqing Palace a few days ago, and this spiritual seal weapon was a kind of divine weapon between the visible and the invisible, which could cut off the body and destroy the original god. Everything moves with the mind of the owner, and it is a thousand miles away.

The difficulty of refining spirit seal weapons is rare in the world, not only is the material difficult to find, the refining conditions are extremely harsh, and the most difficult thing is the last step of spiritual possession, which requires the fate of heaven and earth. It takes a thousand years to become one.

Legend has it that the soldiers have only refined three spirit seal weapons, one bow, one arrow, and one armor.

Houyi bow, sky-breaking arrow, Xuanhuang armor. It is the three supreme secret treasures that the soldiers once lived.

These three divine weapons do not include this crimson little sword, where did this little sword come from...

Jiang Ming was ecstatic, he really wanted to come to something.

"Now there is even more shortage of Yuan Stones! If you want to give full play to the power of the Spirit Seal Weapon, your own cultivation is fundamental! You must cultivate these three red swords as soon as possible, and when the time comes, you will be scared of the little fat man!" Jiang Ming was in high spirits at this time, and his heart was relieved.

"Hurry up, hurry up and take a look, there is already a fight in the ring, this time the leaders of the younger generation of the three religions are here, there must be a good show to watch." ”

"I heard that even Wei Wuji is here, he is the first person in the younger generation of the Daomen now! ”

"What's that? Gongsun Sheng, the eldest disciple of the Bing family, is also here, he is known as the most beautiful man in Yan Kingdom, it seems that these two people will have a fight tonight!"

"Did they fight?

"Maybe, these two are young leaders who are in the limelight, who serves whom, plus they both love that grace, and it's hard to say how much they can earn. ”

"Grace Wei, alas, if we have a prominent family and ability, let's also fight... It's a pity... Alas..."

Groups of people gradually converged into a stream of people, chatting and discussing while rushing towards the depths of the valley.

Jiang Ming listened to these words in his ears and felt a little uncomfortable.

"Damn, what Gongsun Sheng, Wei Wuji, dare to rob the senior sister with the poor way, I'm impatient!" Jiang Ming was indignant.

"Let's go and see what these two people are capable of, and I will definitely beat them all down in the future!" Jiang Ming's brain made up several situations where the two people who couldn't think of their faces were trampled under their feet.

"Come on, come on, bet hey, Gongsun wins one to three, Wei Wuji loses one. "The crowd hasn't come much yet, and the ghosts have already taken advantage of the situation and set up a gambling stall.

"It seems that Daomen Senior Brother Wei Wuji has a better chance of winning, and Gongsun Sheng actually offered odds of one to three..."

"That's not it, I heard that Wei Wuji is already at the peak of the Divine Dao Realm, and he has cultivated the existence of the spiritual platform with half a foot, and his strength is strong!"

"I also heard that Gongsun Sheng's uncle, Master Jiao Hu, passed on his most proud work 'Wuxiang Jia' to Gongsun Sheng, and the result is hard to say. ”

"If that's the case, wouldn't Gongsun Sheng be invincible?"

"Although the soldiers and the Tao are from the same door, they have their own merits, and no one can say for sure until the end..."

In the crowd of people who were shouting, there were people constantly communicating with each other, and Jiang Ming would squeeze wherever he was loud, struggling to learn more information.

At the end of the valley, under a thousand cliffs, a square platform with a length and width of five zhang was displayed in front of Jiang Ming, although it was night, the platform was inlaid with countless night pearls, illuminating the platform as if it was day.

The cliff and the platform are gray and white, and then look at the cliff section, it seems that someone has cut off a piece of the mountain with a sword and paved this platform.

At this time, on the platform, on the north and south sides, two figures stood on one side.

Standing in the south is a young man in white, this young man is about twenty years old, holding a white paper fan and shaking gently, the fan is a vivid picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, a vermilion seal at the end of the painting is particularly conspicuous, concentrating on it, it is the four words "Gongzi Wuji", this person is now the senior brother of Daomen, Wei Wuji, the son of Wei State.

To the north stood a bearded young man, armed with a gun. This young man has a handsome face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he shows the bearing of a king between his breath and breath, and he stands there and has caused countless girls in the audience to scream, naturally he is the most beautiful man in Yan Country today - Gongsun Sheng, the prince of Yan Kingdom.

"These two goods are not weak little white faces, one is deeper than the other..."Jiang Ming squeezed into the front row. The qi of the divine element enters the eyes, and he observes carefully.

Jiang Ming watched it for a long time, and then squeezed in front of the little clever ghost who opened the gambling stall: "Senior brother, why don't you open a 'peace' game?" Jiang Ming suppressed his throat.

"Why should I start a tie? These two people are arrogant people, and they will only live and die, and it is absolutely impossible to draw. "The little boss is a ghost, and he often does this kind of thing at first glance.

"Do you dare to bet?" Jiang Ming scratched his head with his right hand.

"Hey, you kid, I've been doing this for more than ten years, I wouldn't dare to bet on it, how many of you have to take it out!" The little boss looked at Jiang Ming's eyes with a blank look, and his voice was also a little dumbfounded, and he preliminarily judged that this was a mallet sent to the door.

"What about paying ten for one, senior brother, do you dare?" Jiang Ming's voice became even more silly, and he took out a fist-sized blood-colored yuan stone.

"I can't figure out where I really got a stupid boy, people are stupid and have a lot of money, let me give him a long memory. The little boss touched his chin with his hand and almost laughed out loud.

"Big brother, do you want to lose 100 or 100? If it's a tie, I'll give you a hundred times! But you need to add some more to this bet." The little boss said earnestly.

"Here!" Jiang Ming suddenly piled out ten fist-sized blood-colored red yuan.

"Accept it! Ten catties of red yuan!" The corners of the little boss's mouth were almost to the root of his ears, and he immediately waved his pen and opened a gambling ticket for Jiang Ming.

The people around came to see this person who was not dressed normally, and in their opinion, this time in the Valley of the Wind has always been the only one who lives and dies, standing and lying down, for hundreds of years, there has been no peace.

"You kid, what a life..."

"Everyone, come and see, there's an honest man here..."

"Senior brother, you are bold, can't you spend all the money at home?

Jiang Ming was silent and squeezed into the front row again.