Shopkeeper Sun followed quickly.
A crowd of onlookers also rushed outside the door.
Such excitement is rare, who doesn’t want to witness it with his own eyes
The little phoenix stretched out its little head from the cloak and rubbed the hair on Huang Yueli's head.
Alas, poor old man, he offends no one, offends the female devil, and he is still being tortured like this at such a long age. He will be thrown into grandma's house later!
There is no guarantee for the late festival!
awful! awful! ! awful! ! !
Huang Yueli pushed its little head back and followed the crowd slowly.
At the entrance of Qianzhen Pavilion, the coachman had already moved down all the boxes brought by Huang Yueli.
Originally, there was a large space inside Tianhuang Jue that could store these things, but the space mystical weapon was a very rare high-level mystical treasure, and she didn't want to attract too much attention, so she hired a car to transport the mystical weapon over.
Seven or eight large locked boxes were piled together, which looked quite eye-catching.
"Wow, there are really so many boxes! In here... aren't they really all third-order mysterious weapons?"
"Are you kidding? They're all level three? How much are they worth? Unless this guy stole the royal treasury, it's impossible!"
"That's right, I think it would be good if there are one or two boxes with mysterious weapons in them. The others are probably ordinary antiques that you want to bring to Qianzhen Pavilion for consignment, right?"
Many pedestrians passing by also stopped curiously, wanting to see what Qianzhen Pavilion was doing at the moment.
Master Yan stopped, crossed his arms, and snorted coldly: "Kid, hurry up and open the box! Let me see it and open my eyes!"
Huang Yueli curled her lips and did not rush forward. Instead, she turned to Shopkeeper Sun and said, "Shopkeeper Sun, I would also like to ask you to find more high-level guards to guard the surroundings. So many third-level mysterious weapons appear on the street. Go up, I'm afraid someone will rob you openly..."
Shopkeeper Sun was a little stunned.
Send more guards? Are you still afraid that someone will rob you
This is said...as if she really has so many mysterious weapons!
Master Yan glanced at her and said: "Kid, don't waste time. Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no one will dare to steal your mysterious weapon! Otherwise, you won't even be able to escape from South Vietnam even if you have wings! Hurry up and open the box. Bar."
"Okay, since President Yan said so, I think it can be believed."
Huang Yueli then stepped forward, took out the key, inserted it into the keyhole of the first box, and turned it gently.
"Old man, watch carefully, are you short-sighted, or am I lying!"
She raised her hand and flipped the lid back.
Everyone's eyes were dazzled, and a cold light came out from the box.
When I looked closer, I saw that what was lying in the box was a bright long sword.
The blade of the sword reflects the sunlight, like a puddle of autumn water, with glistening light.
"This is... this is the third-order high-grade mysterious weapon - Qiushui Sword!" Master Yan lost his voice.
Huang Yueli smiled and said, "Old man, you know your stuff!"
"I once had the pleasure of reading the Mysterious Weapon Atlas written by Master Huang, a ninth-level weapon refiner, which records this kind of weapon!"
When Master Yan saw the Qiu Shui Sword, his eyes suddenly lit up. He rushed to the box and wanted to take it out and take a closer look.
Who knows, his hand hasn't touched the sword yet.
With a "pop" sound, Huang Yueli closed the lid of the box heavily.
If he hadn't withdrawn his hand quickly enough, his entire arm would have been severely clamped.
(End of chapter)