All the way up the stairs, to a wooden cabinet placed by the window on the second floor, Mo Yuning's gaze swept over the wooden cabinet, and landed on one of the floors. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

With a single move, an ice-blue broadsword that was two feet wide immediately hummed, flew out of the wooden cabinet, and landed in Mo Yuning's hand.

"The high-level magic weapon Ice Flame Sword, which can not only drive accelerated flight, but also sacrifice to the enemy, the sword body is mixed with a little low-grade refining crystal, it is extremely sharp, I think it should be able to meet the needs of Brother Fang. Seeing Fang Nan looking at him, Mo Yuning chuckled lightly and handed over the Flying Sword Dao.

Fang Nan took the flying sword, held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and slowly stroked the back of the sword with the other, feeling the chill coming from the blades at both ends, bowing his head slightly, and groaning.

The reason why he was so anxious to buy a flying magic weapon was naturally because he had something to consider. After suffering the previous losses, Fang Nan was very dissatisfied with the fact that he only had such a means of rushing as the Wind Resisting Technique, after all, whether it was chasing or fleeing, he now did not have any advantage in speed at all.

Ironically, not only did he have a flying magic weapon before, but some of them were also a superb magic weapon that a low-level monk coveted, but it was precisely because of this that Fang Nan, who was weak in the Spirit Beast Mountain, had not even used it once in the past three years.

Pifu is not guilty of his crimes, Fang Nan dares to guarantee that if he uses that magic weapon in front of everyone in Lingyun Peak, those disciples in the sect who boast of sufficient strength will be moved one after another, and even the foundation building monks will be greatly moved, and when the time comes, he who has cultivated to the sixth level of qi refining, will definitely not end up much better under the open gun and hidden arrows.

Thinking about the time when he got most of the rich family in Hanzhou three years ago, he was still ecstatic, almost like a dream.

However, in the past three years, the elixirs and spirit runes obtained from Fu Jian's hands have only allowed him to catch up with the ordinary disciples of the major sects after his cultivation in the past few years, and as for a large number of high-level magic weapons, they have not even been used a few times, and they have all been lost in the hands of the Ghost Spirit Ancestor.

"The Best Magic Weapon ......"

The flying magic weapon is more precious than the ordinary magic weapon of the same level, and the best flying sword is only afraid that it can sell thousands of spirit stones in the Fang Market. Even after almost a month, Fang Nan still felt pain when he thought of this.

As soon as his heart moved, a trace of spiritual energy sank into the flying sword from his fingertips, and as soon as a subtle sound sounded, a faint blue light appeared on the surface of the sword body, and a wave of spiritual power fluctuated and escaped, and Fang Nan's eyes were faintly painful.

"How is it, Brother Fang is still satisfied with the texture of this Ice Flame Sword?" A pleasant voice came from his ears, and when he looked up, Mo Yu Ning was looking at him expectantly.

"The texture is good, but I don't know how many spirit stones I need. Fang Nan withdrew his aura and smiled.

"Because of the precious materials such as refining crystals, it was originally sold to ordinary monks for a price of about four hundred spirit stones, but Brother Fang's words are very different, the first thing I handled was you who bought it. Mo Yuning grinned, "Three hundred and fifty spirit stones, this flying sword is yours from Brother Fang, how about it, is it enough for righteousness?"

"Righteous anger?"

Fang Nan was speechless for a while, why didn't he see that this girl was such a personality when he first met?

Thinking of Mo Yuning's words again, it turned out that the Silver Shark Shield he bought before still had such a meaning, no wonder the other party could still remember him after three years.

With a move in his heart, he raised his eyes and looked at Mo Yuning, compared with three years ago, the other party was obviously a lot more generous in his conversation, and there was also a heroic spirit between his eyebrows, only Yurong Jiaojiao was still good, and his figure was ...... Well, the figure is still unusually thin.

"Brother Fang?"

Seeing that Fang Nan was silent for a while, but looked at herself in a daze, the girl didn't know what to think of, her little face was slightly red, and she asked softly.

"Nothing. Fang Nan quickly calmed down, his brows furrowed without leaving a trace.

Why is he like this, is it possible that after three years, the residual consciousness of this body is still there? Or is this the sequelae of his three years of retreat on the mountain and not talking to the nuns?

"Ahem, I was distracted for a moment just now, which made the fairy smile. Glancing at the Ice Flame Sword in his hand, Fang Nan shook his head after all, and said with a wry smile, "If you have three hundred and fifty spirit stones, you really can't afford it, so please ask the fairy to take it back." ”

Now he is no more than before, there are less than fifty low-level spirit stones left in the storage bag, and among the remaining things, the only few magic weapons and the foundation building puppet are naturally immovable, and those who can be exchanged for spirit stones are only the ice spirit stone that has never been used.

According to the classics that Fang Nan had read before, the price of such a middle-grade spirit stone with the attribute of an alien spirit root was several times higher than that of an ordinary spirit stone of the same rank, and it was not a problem to change it to three or four hundred spirit stones.

But to spend all these spirit stones on such a flying magic weapon, Yi Fang Nan's net worth is naturally unacceptable at the moment.

"Oh, in this way, I thought Brother Fang would buy it without hesitation. Mo Yuning took back the magic weapon handed over by Fang Nan in disappointment, and put it back on the wooden cabinet behind him with a bitter face, "It turns out that after three years, Brother Fang is not only disabled, but also poor." ”

"Miss, the old man is really right, you are really not suitable to be the shopkeeper of the branch, you have only sold one piece in the past two months, and you really came to Nantang for nothing. Senior Brother Huang, who had been standing silently on the side, suddenly spoke up at this moment.

"I said that I promised to go back to Jiangzhou, and I want you to take care of it!" Mo Yuning suddenly turned around, her angry little face turned red, and she glared at the middle-aged man viciously.

"Before leaving, Shizun gave a death order, as long as he didn't bring you back, Huang would not relax in the slightest. ”

Senior Brother Huang still had a cold face and said expressionlessly, "Miss, you grew up with me, and you didn't react at the street just now, now that you think about it, you want to deal with me perfunctorily, and then sneak back." ”

"Nonsense!"

Mo Yu was angry, and stomped his feet and said, "If you promise, you agree, if you don't believe it, when I sell the magic weapon this time, I will go back with you immediately." ”

"You'll have to sell it. ”

Probably breathing a sigh of relief, the middle-aged monk surnamed Huang said with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

Mo Yuning gritted her silver teeth, glanced at Fang Nan hatefully, turned her head and searched in front of the wooden cabinet again.

Fang Nan touched his nose innocently, and when he looked at this "Senior Brother Huang" who had cultivated to a high level, the other party returned to that expressionless and cold face.

"Found it!"

Mo Yuning suddenly let out a cheer of surprise, and when she turned around, she already had a palm-sized magic weapon in her hand.

Fang Nan's eyes moved slightly, and he saw a pale cyan wooden boat lying in the palm of the girl's palm, rough and simple, emitting an extremely dim cyan shimmer.

Fang Nan's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the girl's hand, only to see a large and small cyan wooden boat lying there