Chapter 119: Not Exposed
At the entrance, two sturdy men in plain white clothes stood here like mountains, and the strong aura exuded from their bodies was also very eye-catching.
Suddenly, a voice sounded beside Zhang Yixian, startling him.
"Does the guest officer need anything?"
It was an old man with a thin figure and sly eyes, who was also dressed in plain white.
There is a hint of light in his eyes, as if he can see people's hearts with a single look.
Zhang Yixian came back to his senses, looked at this old man who was obviously a follower of the White Lotus Sect, and replied, "This Sword Immortal Pavilion?"
"Here's the shopkeeper here!"
"I have a deal and I'm looking for someone here who can call the shots. ”
"Come with me!"
When the cunning old man heard the word buying, his eyes flashed, the smile on his face became a little more harmonious, and he led Zhang Yixian all the way forward.
As a rookie with no experience, Zhang Yixian didn't know that it was very dangerous for him to go rashly with a stranger he knew on the street.
Old Man Luo knew very well in his heart that he might have caught another big fish today.
As soon as this young man stood at the gate of the Sword Immortal Pavilion, he saw it, and according to his years of experience, this person must be this rookie, or a disciple of a certain sect who came out to travel and increase his knowledge.
"This way, please!"
"Dongzhu, last cup of old immortals!"
As soon as Old Man Luo stepped into the Sword Immortal Pavilion, except for Zhang Yixian's face was still like a spring breeze, it was not the case for the others in the store.
Soon, a delicate-looking maid came from behind with tea and lotus steps.
"These people seem to have cultivated in their bodies, but they are not deep. ”
Entering the Sword Immortal Pavilion, although Zhang Yixian was vigilant, he was also attracted by this sudden beauty.
"Distinguished guests, please have tea. ”
Ethereal like the wind, smelling like rain, crispy and soft, people can't help but feel a little uncomfortable.
After drinking the maid, Old Man Luo sat opposite Zhang Yixian at this time, looked at him with a serious face and said: "Luo Fansheng, the shopkeeper of the Contemptible Sword Immortal Pavilion, the distinguished guest can also call me Old Man Luo, I don't know what the transaction is that the guest said?"
Zhang Yixian only glanced at Old Man Luo, and the breath on his body was only in the realm of transforming gods, to be honest, such cultivation was considered to be above the middle in the world, but after entering Taishan Mansion, he had seen more than double digits of god-transforming monks.
"Bang!"
"That's the sale!"
Zhang Yixian didn't say much, and suddenly took out the inferior immortal sword that was ready to be exchanged from the golden seal of the city god, and slammed it in front of Old Man Luo.
"It's ......"
"This breath...... Immortal energy. This power ......"
"This ...... This ......"
Looking closely, Old Man Luo's breathing became heavier and heavier, and even the fingers of the ** sword body were trembling slightly, and then he couldn't help but gently held the hilt of the fairy sword.
"Choke!"
A metal collision sound sounded, and then a sword light that made people feel dazzling in both eyes came from Old Man Luo's hand, and a small stream of spiritual energy was injected into his arm, and the momentum on the sword body suddenly increased, and there was a slamming sound.
A hole the size of a basin was instantly spoken in the wooden ground where the tip of the sword in front of him was pointed obliquely.
"Immortal...... Fairy Sword!"
Old Man Luo's whole body was laughing, and it was a wild laugh, just now it was just a small stream of aura injected into it, but the sword qi produced was like a random blow from a god cultivator, this quality really made him happy.
Zhang Yixian sat on the side, quietly sipping the tea served in front of the maid Dong Ju, not caring at all about Old Man Luo's expression at the moment.
"Is this necessary?"
This is Zhang Yixian's true thoughts in his heart, he has been to the Dragon Palace, and there is the existence of Yuan Yi, an old monster, in the Golden Seal of the City God, plus he holds a weapon in his hand that far exceeds the grade of this immortal sword, his heart is despised.
And he didn't understand what the fairy sword he took out at this moment meant to Old Man Luo.
"Shopkeeper Luo?"
After being silent for a long time, I saw that the old man Luo had been staring at the sword in his hand, his face, expression, and Zhang Yixian's face was surprised, I had heard of all kinds of quirks, but I had never seen such a real one.
"Ahh
Finally, Old Man Luo seemed to notice that something was wrong, and then took a deep breath, calmed down his excited and irreversible mood, and said to Zhang Yixian: "This thing is too valuable, and it is no longer for me to call the shots, but you can wait for a while, and I will ask the big shopkeeper." ”
Old Man Luo tried his best to calm his mood, still with a smile on his face, but he couldn't compare to the excitement.
Zhang Yixian nodded, and Old Man Luo reluctantly put down the lower-grade immortal sword in his hand, and then took a step and walked quickly towards a passage leading to the inside.
"We must take it! Even if we use force!" Old Man Luo didn't know what the big shopkeeper thought, anyway, he would definitely not let such a once-in-a-century thing fly away.
And Zhang Yixian didn't realize how valuable his things were at all, in his impression, it seemed that in addition to being a little useful at the beginning, he was lying down and sleeping in his Chenghuang Golden Seal at other times, and it was better to exchange it for some benefits at this moment.
A house in the center of the Sword Immortal Pavilion, this is an extremely important place in the Sword Immortal Pavilion, where the big treasurer of the Sword Immortal Pavilion lives, and it is also a place for some top transactions.
A moment later, Luo Fansheng, the shopkeeper of the Sword Immortal Pavilion who had passed through the layers of guards, appeared here.
Tasting tea, admiring the beauties on the side, time passed or so, Luo Fansheng's figure appeared here again, and behind him was an old man in a white-clothed lotus imprint robe, the breath on his body was restrained, pure and vigorous, and his temperament was extraordinary, the most important thing is that Zhang Yixian couldn't see the depth of people, I am afraid that he is a monk above the Mahayana realm.
Zhang Yixian's face was finally a little more serious at the moment.
"Inside, please!"
Although the pressure on him from the old man in white was much smaller, he still couldn't ignore it, Zhang Yixian's heart sank, he got up and put on a posture of invitation, and followed Luo Fansheng's figure to the inside of the Sword Immortal Pavilion.
Along the way, the guards inside the Sword Immortal Pavilion were even more extraordinary, all of them were Jindan guards, and the team leaders were all god-transforming monks, and the air in it was very fresh, and when I entered here, my breathing seemed to be a lot easier.
Extraordinary!
Zhang Yixian commented in his heart, and followed Luo Fansheng all the way, as for the old man in white at the front, in his opinion, it may be the great shopkeeper of the Sword Immortal Pavilion that Luo Fansheng once said.
Zhang Yixian personally felt the momentum of the Lord of the Four Seas Dragon Palace, although it was only a little bit, but in any case, it was not comparable to these mortal monks.
"The Sword Immortal Pavilion was opened by a lifeless old mother!"
As soon as he came to the main hall and sat in order, the old man suddenly said this, and then stared at Zhang Yixian.
"Bullying!"
Suddenly, Zhang Yixian felt a momentum oppressive, like a wild horse on the loose.
Zhang Yixian's face was not shocked, his eyes were condensed, and an equally not weak momentum greeted him, and the two breaths collided together, and there seemed to be bursts of collision sounds in the void.
"Oh?"
In the face of Zhang Yixian's resistance, the old man in white only smiled slightly.