"Only powerful people with high cultivation can occasionally immerse themselves in enlightenment, understand the changes in heaven and earth, and feel the great way of the sky. It may take hundreds of years to enter the meditation at one time, so it is difficult for them to be like this!"

"Haha, it's the opposite!" An old voice came from behind the Lord of the Nine Peaks.

"Oh, it turns out to be the senior brother of the dean!" Everyone stepped forward and looked at a hunchbacked old man with confusion.

The hunchbacked old man smiled, and his fingers drew a word of killing in the air, slashing! With a sound, everyone seemed to see a flash of lightning passing through the sky, and a fighting murderous aura cut everyone's clothes into pieces.

"Everyone practice calligraphy! The little babies are saying it well! It is better to practice it well in one go and write the word "kill with murderous intent"!"

"Senior Brother Dean, how could you show off your underwear like this!" A beautiful voice came from afar.

The other peak masters were stunned at first, then looked down and rushed away one by one.

"I said, "Did you like to wear floral underwear!"

"Damn old man, I'm not finished with you!"

...

Gu Xiaoming and the other two changed into ordinary clothes, and then slapped the words on the wrist of the fighting spirit warrior, and a buzzing sound, a flash of light. Everyone looked at it again, and it seemed that the fighting spirit warrior belt on their waists and the fighting spirit warrior wrists on their wrists were gone. What surprised Gu Xiaoming and the other two was that even the golden rice fighting bracelet was hidden.

"Fortunately, although they are hidden, their functions are still there. Wearing this ordinary suit, there is an ordinary fighting sword behind us. Hehe, we have become ordinary casual cultivators!" Tie Shitou shook his head and said.

"Don't underestimate these casual cultivators. They used to come from various academies, but they didn't break through to a certain level within the specified time and had to leave the academy." Liu Youyong said.

"And the Ling Dou Zhan City we went to this time is no better than the Li Dou Zhan City. There are all kinds of fighting soldiers in it, so we should act carefully!" Gu Xiaoming said.

The Lingdou Zhan City was very lively. Gu Xiaoming and the other two walked around and came to a market. After looking at it, they found that there were a lot of things inside, but they didn't like much.

Walked by at will, just as they were about to leave the market, suddenly, Gu Xiaoming stopped. Because, Gu Xiaoming's Dantian Flying Sword suddenly jumped, well, what's going on? Only when the White Wolf Fighting Sword appeared, did the Dantian Flying Sword move like this, could it be?

This is a remote corner of the market, with very few people coming and going. Gu Xiaoming stood there, scanning around for a while, with iron stones, Liu Youyong looked at Gu Xiaoming with a confused look on his face. What are you looking for?

Suddenly, Gu Xiaoming's eyes tightened and he looked at a small stall on the right side of theirs.

Gu Xiaoming grinned and walked slowly towards the stall with iron stones. As he approached step by step, the flying sword in the Dantian jumped more and more violently, as if he was eager for something.

After walking two steps, Gu Xiaoming arrived at the stall. He took a casual look and saw that there were some broken and various devices on the stall, with a missing knife, only half of the alchemy furnace, sword tip, knife tip, gun tip, and various defective products.

Gu Xiaoming suddenly saw that the hilt of a broken sword looked quite old, with about two fists long. Gu Xiaoming narrowed his eyes and it was it. The hilt of the sword in front of him kept jumping!

"Is this little brother interested in this broken sword?"

The stall owner was an old man in his sixties. He was bored and shaking his head and dozing. When he saw three young men coming to the door, his eyes lit up and looked at Gu Xiaoming and the other two with a smile, and kept sweeping around the three of them.

Gu Xiaoming nodded slightly: "Master, I wonder what the hilt of this broken sword is said? Where did it come from?"

"Hehe, little brother, you have a good vision. You are an expert at first glance. The hilt of this broken sword is very good! This is a member of my tribe. He has sacked his power and finally lost his life from an ancient ruin. Only then can he get it. This is a weapon that the ancient fighter has used! It is definitely a good product. Don't miss it, little brother."

"Ancient Ruins?" Gu Xiaoming was surprised. The ancient ruins were a monument left over from the war in ancient times. There were many dangers, and of course there were more opportunities. If this was the case, it would be a good product.

Gu Xiaoming's eyes turned, he squatted down carelessly, picked up the hilt of the broken sword and looked at it casually.

The hilt of the broken sword looks very simple. Although it is old, there is no trace of rust. It is impossible to tell what material it is made of, but it is extremely cold to touch. A trace of cool air actually flows into the hand and injects into the Dantian small sword.

It was indeed the hilt of the broken sword. Now the flying sword in Dantian has calmed down and rotated quickly, as if dancing happily.

"It looks like a good antique, it's okay to collect it. What's the price of this broken sword hilt?" Gu Xiaoming raised his white little face, showing a harmless smile from humans and animals. He looked at the old man calmly.

"Little brother has vision and is also refreshing. I like a young man like you. The hilt of my sword is absolutely unique. It is the only one in the world. If you miss this village, you will not have this opportunity. The hilt of this sword is not expensive. Just a little brother, just two hundred low-grade spirit fighting stones." The old man smiled and looked at Gu Xiaoming with anticipation.

However, Gu Xiaoming saw a little guilty smell in his laughter. The hilt of this broken sword was indeed made by his tribe members from the ancient ruins, but it was just his grandson who accidentally picked it up on the periphery of the ancient ruins.

I have been here for several months, and there is no one to take a look. It is just something that others don’t like. The old man has carefully studied the hilt of this broken sword. Except for looking a little older, as Gu Xiaoming said, it looks like a good antique, and it’s OK to collect it, but there is no other strangeness at all.

After hearing the old man's words, Gu Xiaoming touched his nose and smiled and said, "Two hundred low-grade spirit fighting stones? That's fine, but give me all the things on your stall, how do you think?"

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the messy and ragged things on the stall. He was shocked. Could it be that this young man was not interested in the hilt of the broken sword, but other objects, and he was trying to hide the world and replace other good things? Thinking of this, the old man's eyes lit up and kept scanning the stall. What was it more valuable?

Gu Xiaoming grinned and smiled, look at it, your eyes were blurred and you couldn't find it. He waved his hand, turned around and left with the iron stone.

"Oh, little brother, don't leave, wait, the price is easy to discuss, don't leave first." The old man looked at it for a while, but couldn't see the mystery. He looked up at Gu Xiaoming with a confused look on his face.

But when he saw the backs of Gu Xiaoming and the other two, he seemed to be turning around and leaving. Seeing this, the old man suddenly became anxious. He had been placing the hilt of the broken sword here for several months. After finally someone took a fancy to him, how could he miss it? What made him even more itchy was that the object was more valuable.

Gu Xiaoming stopped. He was not really going to leave. He would definitely take down the hilt of the broken sword. He was just 200 low-grade spirit fighting stones. With Gu Xiaoming's current value, he would naturally buy them without hesitation.

If the old man speaks well, Gu Xiaoming will be in a good mood and sees the old man pitiful, two hundred will be two hundred. But the old man doesn't know the goods, but he wants the lion to open his mouth and wants to slaughter Gu Xiaoming as a lamb. Brother is a big white wolf. It would be good if he doesn't slaughter people, so how can he be slaughtered by others?

"Talk well, hurry up, we don't have time to hang out with you here." Gu Xiaoming waved impatiently. Liu Youyong understood the iron stone, and looked unhappy.

"One hundred and five? How good?" the old man said embarrassedly.

Gu Xiaoming glared.

"Then it's one hundred... fifty." The old man cried. Is it easy for me? I have old people above and young people below. I have worked hard all my life. I have been building a stall for several months. Now he just wants to take the hilt of the broken sword as soon as possible, open it and get some expenses.

There were many fighters around who were yelling loudly by the old man. They all stretched their necks and looked over. The fighters looked closely and saw that the old man was waving the hilt of the broken sword in his hand. They cut it! The sounds were everywhere, and they all scoffed and looked at it, and they were disdainful. What kind of shabby things are fine, and they also had fifty spirit fight stones.
Chapter completed!