Sword God

Chapter 171: Yiwu Hall

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Until now, Chen Zong has not visited Fengwu City, nor the main city of Jiwu. Now that he came to the main city of Zhenwu, the purpose is not to practice, so he walked out of Changfeng Restaurant and walked along the wide street.

The main city of Zhenwu is very prosperous. The wide street is more than ten meters long. There are many shops on the left and right sides.

People came and went, bustling, bustling, bustling, Chen Zong was amazed, and there were many warriors passing by on the street, Chen Zong could feel the faint breath of inner strength.

In a place like Fengwu City, it is rare to see fighters in the strength realm. They are basically the pillars of various forces, the existence of elders, but it is very common in the main city of Zhenwu. On the contrary, there are naturally more warriors in the blood realm up.

Walking, Chen Zong saw a huge plaque in front of him, with four golden and red characters written on it, as if the sun was floating in the sky and shining on the earth.

Yi Wu Hall!

"This is the Yiwu Hall that Brother Murong mentioned."

On the way here, Chen Zong and Murong Xiaobai talked many times, and they already had an understanding of the main city of Zhenwu, so they would not be so dazed, and thus knew the existence of Yiwu Hall.

There are similar institutions in the other four main cities including the main city of Jiwu, but they are just imitations of the Yiwu Hall in the main city of Zhenwu.

"It is said that in the Yiwu hall, you can buy anything." Chen Zong secretly said.

Dingtian Pavilion also claims that you can buy everything, but the nature of the two is different, because the Yiwu Hall is directly under the jurisdiction of the Zhenwu Alliance, and there are many stalls in it. Any warrior can set up a stall for business as long as they pay enough money. , can also be bargained.

Chen Zong walked up the nine steps, crossed the half-meter-high threshold, and entered the Yiwu Hall. The first impression was that it was very spacious.

It is wide, and there are booths all around, it looks very neat, and there are huge plaques hanging above it, which are classified into different partitions.

For example, the section that sells martial arts and martial arts, such as the section that sells herbal medicines, such as the section that sells pills, such as the section that sells weapons, and the section that sells various strange things, etc.

Chen Zong had eight million white jade coins in his pocket, which should be a huge sum of money.

"The Fake Shuangliu sword is lost, I lack a good sword, go to the weapon section to have a look." With a secret thought, Chen Zong strode towards the weapon section.

In the weapon section, there are dozens of stalls arranged in order.

There are dozens of stalls, some of which sell a lot of weapons, as many as dozens of types, including knives, guns and swords, etc., while some of the stalls sell less than ten types of weapons.

Moreover, every weapon is at least precious iron grade.

Thinking about it, the booth fee in the Yiwu hall is not cheap. Selling all the weapons of the precious iron level and fine iron level here, it is estimated that not only will there be no profit, but a large sum of money will be lost.

Chen Zongru strolled through the courtyard, passing every booth, his eyes swept slowly, and he looked at every weapon, especially the sword, which he paid more attention to.

Under normal circumstances, I only need to buy a Zhentie sword, but since I came here, there is no need to be too hasty, and it is good to have a look.

"Little brother, come and take a look. All the weapons here are high-quality goods." A middle-aged man saw Chen Zong passing by, and immediately yelled out, with a smile on his face. The breath fluctuated, and he was a little stunned.

It's inconceivable that martial artists who practice Jinjing are doing business like ordinary people in the market, but it's only natural when you think about it. This is the main city of Zhenwu, not a small place like Fengwu City. Practicing Jinjing martial arts is nothing at all. , if you want to really gain a foothold, you have to reach the level of true martial arts.

Chen Zong also found that the stall owners here are basically in the state of energy and blood, and they are too weak. The qi and blood realm warriors who pay the stall fee are basically the children of the family, and it is even less likely to come here to set up a stall.

Some stall owners will shout enthusiastically, but a few stalls are very indifferent, as if they would like to buy or not, and some stall owners even don’t bother to talk to you if you take the initiative to start.

"It's true that people have all kinds of attitudes." Chen Zong secretly said, broadening his knowledge.

Walking and walking, he reached the last booth. There was only one weapon on the booth, which was a sword. The moment he saw the sword, Chen Zong was attracted.

At a glance, Chen Zong could tell the length and thickness of the sword. As for the weight, because he didn't get it with his own hands, he didn't know how much.

The body of the sword was quenched blue, and a halo of light spread out, and there were broken dots of starlight on the body of the sword, as if the stars were shining in the night sky.

The sword lay quietly on the sword stand, and there was a small wooden sign beside it, on which was written the length, thickness, weight, name and selling price of the sword.

Star Stream Sword!

Fifty million!

Surprised, Chen Zong couldn't help but gasp.

There are not many weapons with names. After all, Fantie, Jingtie, and Treasure Tie will not be named, because there are too many. In addition, only those imitations of handed down weapons will be given a name, such as The fake Shuangliu sword from before, one knew it was an imitation of a certain handed down weapon.

In addition, there is another weapon with its own name, that is, the god iron weapon.

There is a saying that the predecessor of every handed down weapon is actually a god iron weapon, which is not inferior to handed down weapons in terms of hardness, toughness, sharpness, etc., and the reason why handed down weapons can be handed down from generation to generation is because of its Master, give it an extraordinary experience.

To put it simply, the original handed down weapon was famous all over the world because of its owner.

There is no doubt that this named sword that Chen Zong looks very excited is undoubtedly a weapon of the god iron level.

"Fifty million!" Chen Zong flashed a wry smile.

I thought that carrying 8 million was a huge sum of money, but in comparison, it was nothing.

You know, Zhentie Sword is only two or three hundred thousand, but Shentie Sword costs fifty million, a full two hundred times the price difference.

The heartbeat is the heartbeat, the pocket is shy, and there is nothing to do.

In fact, 8 million white jade coins is a huge sum of money for the vast majority of warriors in the early stage of Jinjing, even for warriors in the middle stage of Jinjing, it is not a lot. As for 50 million, it is poorer. You may not even be able to get the true martial arts.

"It's better to obediently go and buy a precious iron sword first." Chen Zong thought to himself, thinking back, if he really had 50 million white jade coins, he wouldn't be suitable to buy this Xingliu sword, after all, its value is extremely high, and his cultivation If the salary is not high, he will be targeted immediately and become a fat sheep in the eyes of many warriors.

After spending 300,000 white jade coins, Chen Zong bought a top-notch rare iron sword, which is not bad.

With the sword in hand, the feeling of emptiness in his heart suddenly disappeared.

"Go to the Kungfu and Martial Arts Section to have a look."

Compared with the weapons section, the kung fu martial arts section has more booths, more than two hundred, making it more lively.

"Maybe I can find a suitable karate martial art." Chen Zong secretly said: "If there are top-level martial arts and swordsmanship at the earth level, I can also start with them."

Now, the great Hunyuan Jin has been cultivated to the fourth level, and if it continues to practice, it will reach the peak of the fourth level. Unless it breaks through the cultivation level, it will be difficult to improve the vigor and purity of the inner strength.

And at the level of strength training, under the same level of cultivation, the stronger and purer the inner strength, the stronger the strength.

Walking through one booth after another, it is a pity that Chen Zong did not see any top-level kung fu and martial arts at the prefectural level. They are all very precious. In a place like the True Sword Academy, no official disciple is qualified to touch them except the Seven Sword Stars.

That being the case, then find out if there is a suitable karate martial arts, practice a suitable karate martial arts, once you lose the sword, your strength will not drop too much, and when you have the sword in your hand, you can fight more easily flexible.

After looking around, Chen Zong walked through all the stalls, silently wrote down the karate martial arts that he liked more, and then made a selection.

Soon, Chen Zong finished his selection and walked towards that booth.

"I want this Sanshou." Chen Zong pointed to the books in the transparent crystal box and said to the stall owner.

"Okay, 1.7 million." The stall owner said immediately.

"Okay." Chen Zong didn't bargain.

"Wait." There was a voice next to him, and his cold eyes swept towards Chen Zong: "Don't you know how to come first, first come first?"

"I've said it before, 1.7 million. If you don't want it, others will." The stall owner frowned, and his tone was a bit cold. The young man fell in love with this earth-level high-grade martial arts before, but he didn't like it. Expensive, haggling all the time, very annoying, now, someone is willing to bid 1.7 million to buy it, but they still want to stop it.

"Boy, I'm interested in this Sanshou. It's sensible. It's better to get away." The young man stared at Chen Zong coldly, his tone full of threats.

"1.7 million, do you want to buy it?" Chen Zong asked calmly.

"It's none of your business whether I buy it or not?"

Chen Zong ignored the other party, and directly took out seventeen purple money tickets and handed them to the stall owner, and the stall owner also took out the Sanshou cheat book and handed it to Chen Zong.

The transaction is indeed about a first-come, first-served basis, but the problem is that the young man still has to bargain, and now he is unwilling to bid to buy it. Chen Zong's offer to buy it is not considered a violation of the rules.

"Okay, okay, okay, boy, you provoked me." The young man's face was cold, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, his sharp eyes seemed to pierce Chen Zong, and his fingers connected.

Immediately, he looked at the stall owner again: "And you, please remember well, this matter will not be so simple."

"Get out!" The stall owner was furious, trembling all over, exuding a terrifying and fierce aura, directly impacting on the young man, his bright eyes contained a trace of anger, with amazing oppression, which made the young man's face pale. There was a sudden change, and he shuddered and retreated again and again, as if he was being targeted by a terrifying giant beast.

The stall owner is obviously a late-stage martial artist, but he doesn't know whether it is rank seven, eight or nine.

"Remember, you two, remember everything for me." The young man retreated again and again, his face pale, but he still did not forget the threat.

(end of this chapter)