Sword God

The boundary of Wanluo is larger than that of Tianjiang, at least double it.

However, there are fewer rank-level clan forces in Wanluo than Tianjiang, only four. One of them is Wanluozong, which is a middle-class clan, one is no less powerful than Wanluozong, and the other two are two. The second one is Qinglingzong and Wanluozong's affiliated Yinmen Luozong.

Wanluozong alone occupies a small half of the entire territory and resources of Wanluo, which is almost equivalent to the entire territory and resources of Tianjiang. It is very amazing, and the supply of sufficient resources provides strong assistance for the development of Wanluozong.

But the center of Wanluo is the city of Wanluo.

A huge ancient city stands on the ground, and the black walls are full of vicissitudes of time and mountains.

Without hesitation, Chen Zong stepped into Wanluo City.

Wanluo City is bigger than Tianjiang City. The broad streets paved with black slate stones are solemn and solemn. There are many shops on the left and right sides of the street, and pedestrians come and go. It is very lively and bustling.

Chen Zong walked along the wide street, and his eyes quickly swept across, grasping the movements of the surroundings and pedestrians.

Stopped in front of a large restaurant, turned around, and walked into the restaurant, and at a glance, the lobby was almost overcrowded.

"Objective, please go to the third floor, there is still a place." The restaurant guy immediately ran over and greeted warmly.

There are two empty tables left on the third floor. Chen Zong chose one to sit down at will.

"Objective, what do you want to eat?" The man asked with a bow.

"What are some of your special dishes, and then another pot of fine wine." Chen Zongwei smiled.

"Okay, wait a minute for your objective, and make sure you are satisfied." The guy is obviously very confident in his restaurant.

After a while, the guy brought a few meat dishes that looked exquisite and heavy and a pot of wine.

"Objective, please use it slowly, if you need anything, you can call me, I will be there." The man yelled.

Chen Zong nodded, and Mans picked up the white and jade-like chopsticks, and poured himself a glass of fine wine.

Half-eaten, Chen Zong called the buddy.

"Objective, what do you ask?" the man asked with a bow.

"Is there anything interesting in this city of Wanluo?" Chen Zong asked casually.

"Interesting place?" The man stunned slightly, revealing his thoughts, and then looked at Chen Zong carefully for a while, and then said: "There is a miscellaneous city in Wanluo City, very famous."

"Miscellaneous City?" Chen Zong was slightly startled, somewhat puzzled, but showing a little curiosity.

"Yes, miscellaneous city." The man was originally just a tentative, Chen Zong's reaction made him feel certain, he explained.

The so-called miscellaneous market is a place dedicated to stalls. It is very large. Because there are many people who sell stalls, they sell a variety of things, so it is very complicated. Therefore, it is called a miscellaneous city and is a characteristic of Wanluo City.

In the miscellaneous cities, it is possible to buy third-order pseudo-spiritual artifacts and even real spiritual instruments, as well as worthless things. In short, the miscellaneous cities are full of possibilities, which is also the reason for attracting many warriors.

Chen Zong's interest increased greatly. After eating the food, he took out some Lingbei and gave it to the buddy. He left the restaurant and went to the so-called miscellaneous market.

Miscellaneous city is located in the north corner of Wanluo City. There are no tall buildings and pavilions. It is just a large open space. There are many stalls in the open space. It seems to be orderly and messy.

People come and go, and there are bargaining voices, giving Chen Zong the feeling of being a market for ordinary people, which makes Chen Zong feel more interesting.

Taking steps, Chen Zong stepped into this miscellaneous city, and the black land made this miscellaneous city a bit more mysterious.

"Come on, Chongbao is hidden here."

"Each one only needs a hundred spirit shells, and you are likely to get a pseudo spirit weapon."

Even if it is a first-order artifact, its value is more than a hundred spirit shells, which is naturally very attractive. Of course, the possibility of obtaining a artifact is very low.

Chen Zong walked over one by one, looking at each booth casually, some weapons, but they looked very old, as if they were dug from the mud, some were clay pots, and all kinds of strange shapes thing.

"Young man, let's take a quick look. I'm all good stuff dug out of the ruins of Vientiane." An old man with a thin and monkey-like figure's small eyes flickered with fine eyes and fell on Chen Zong's face, laughing. Greeting.

Chen Zong didn't answer, but he stopped and looked carefully.

The ruins of Vientiane, Chen Zong had heard that it was a huge ruin located on the edge of Wanluo, which was right at the junction of Wanluo and Jinghong. Rumors were caused by a war very long ago.

There were countless deaths and injuries in that war, which led to the destruction of that piece of land, palaces and so on. Therefore, many treasures were buried in it.

However, after years of digging, most of the treasures have been found and taken away, and most of the leftovers are things of little value.

Rao is so, there are still people who are constantly searching for it, maybe luck breaks out, and they will be able to find something good. It is rumored that some years ago, someone found a inferior spirit weapon in the ruins of Vientiane and sold it for a high price This has led to more people entering the ruins of Vientiane in the past few years. It has really found a lot of good things. The things found in the ruins of Vientiane are also very popular.

Therefore, many people will fake the name of the ruins of Vientiane when they set up their stalls.

Of course, these Chen Zong didn't know. With a trace of interest, they looked carefully in front of the old man's booth. There was a hint of cunning in the old man's eyes.

Some of the things in his stall are naturally from the Vientiane Ruins, but very few, and only on the edge of the Vientiane Ruins. As we all know, the deeper you go into the Vientiane Ruins, the greater the chance of getting good things. .

The Vientiane ruins are not so easy to break through.

"Another one is going to be cheated." The other stalls glanced at Chen Zong and said secretly, but they didn't make it clear. This is the rule here. If you make it clear, it is equivalent to interrupting the business of others. It will be interrupted by others and messed up.

"Young man, look at this compass. I feel that it contains a lot of secrets. Unfortunately, I am old and I have limited talent. I can't see anything. You must be a genius." The old man picked up a slap-sized black The compass, which is still stained with a lot of dirt, looks very old: "Maybe you can learn from it."

Chen Zong was unimpressed, and the elders were very patient in their promotion.

In fact, Chen Zong couldn't understand.

Although compared with many people, his own knowledge accumulation is very strong, but the knowledge is endless, too much, and needs continuous learning. Chen Zong obviously lacks in identifying treasures.

If you don't understand, you can't pretend to understand, otherwise you will just pretend to be a fool without knowing it.

Regardless of how the other party sells, Chen Zong is unimpressed, because Chen Zong is very clear that the other party's purpose is to make money from himself.

Seeing that Chen Zong didn't enter the oil and salt, the old man was also very helpless, his mouth was already very neat, but he was very dry, and the other party still didn't express anything, he could only stop and let the other party see and do it Well, psychological preparation that can't make money from the other party.

Looking around, Chen Zong picked up something. It was a piece of silvery white, almost the length of the thumb. When looking at the shape, it should be a sword tip. The sword tip was broken for some reason. There are some black marks on it, it seems to grow on it from the beginning.

Holding the tip of the sword with his fingers, Chen Zong was a little curious about the black marks on it.

"Haha, little friendly eyesight, even you found the best treasure in my stall." The old man's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "This sword tip is the tip of a real spirit weapon, yes. Found from the very center of the ruins of Vientiane, it is rumored to be the sword of a sword king. You know the sword king, that is a remarkable existence."

After hearing this, Chen Zong smiled slightly, but did not respond to the other party. Based on what the old man said, Chen Zong knew that the other party's concept of the name King Jian was not clear.

The king in martial arts is the extreme limit of human beings, which can be called the invincible existence of human extremes, and the king of swords, rumored, needs to have a profound accomplishment in the vein of kendo, and his realm has already exceeded the body and sword. Level.

"How much is this sword tip?" Perhaps it was because the mysterious sword tip was reborn in the early years, thus embarking on such a relationship of thorns and thorns. For this sword tip, Chen Zong had an inexplicable feeling and asked for the first time.

The old man's eyes suddenly glowed.

Ask the price, this is a good thing.

"Xiaoyou also knows that the origin of this sword tip is very large, and it is not easy. It is a treasure, and its price will not be cheap." The old man laughed.

"Say it directly." Chen Zongdao said, this old man is nothing but a six-practice practice of the real martial arts.

"Hehe." The old man's eyelids flickered, and at that moment, Chen Zong exuded a sharp edge, which made the old man chill, and his tone was a little more cautious: "As long as ten thousand spirit shells, this sword tip is yours. ."

Hearing the old man's words, Chen Zong had nothing to say, but the stall owners around the other stalls were stunned. The old man was greedy and the lion opened his mouth. The old man's heart was also very anxious.

Ten thousand Lingbei!

This is a fairly high price.

Of course, it is trivial compared to the spirit weapon, but this is just a sharp point, not a complete spirit weapon.

Chen Zong looked like a non-smiling man, put down the sword tip, ten thousand spirit shells, of course, he can get it, but, he wanted to buy this piece of sword tip, but also just in a curiosity, did not see any difference, Naturally, it is impossible to act as an injustice.

"One hundred Lingbei." Chen Zong said directly after putting down the sword tip.

"Nine thousand Lingbei, there can't be less." The old man said with his teeth clenched, and Chen Zong turned around without speaking again.

"Wait, eight thousand... or seven thousand... six thousand..."

With Chen Zong's footsteps, the old man opened his mouth to lower prices again and again.

"Well, one hundred is one hundred." Finally the old man had to say, Chen Zong just turned around, took out one hundred Lingbei and gave it to the old man, and got the sword tip.