The best swords and weapons were brought out.
When Han Muye shouted, everyone in the store lobby turned to look at him.
He is young and wearing a standard white shirt.
Not to be offended.
Most people quietly backed away.
This place is only two hundred miles below Jiuxuan Mountain. Who can not recognize the clothes of the inner gate of Jiuxuan Sword Sect?
"This senior brother wants to choose a sword?"
"Come with me quickly. There are many fine swords in my Zhenlingbao shop."
"Senior brother, I wonder which elder he is practicing under? My third uncle's second brother's father-in-law's uncle is also on Jiuxuan Mountain..."
The shopkeeper with a chrysanthemum smile came up and enthusiastically led Han Muye and Lu Qingping upstairs.
"Senior brother, are you choosing a sword for this fairy? Judging from the fairy's high temperament, she must be a true cultivator of the Taoist sect, with a cultivation level reaching the heavens."
The shopkeeper babbled and led Han Muye and Lu Qingping to disappear at the top of the stairs.
"Good boy, is that the inner disciple of the Sword Sect on Jiuxuan Mountain? Otherwise, He Bapi would never be so enthusiastic." A practitioner in green robe who was holding the sword in his hand and was reluctant to let it go whispered in his mouth.
"That female cultivator should not be from the Jiu Xuan Sword Sect, but rather a disciple of a pure cultivator from a nearby Taoist temple." Those with more knowledge can recognize her identity from her clothes at a glance.
"A disciple from the inner sect of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect buys a sword for a disciple from the outer sect? Are you not afraid of punishment from the sect?"
"What's this? The recent sect gathering on Jiuxuan Mountain has been attended by elites from each sect. Maybe it's a reunion of friends?"
"Yes, we haven't seen each other for a few years. The Slug back then was already wearing a white shirt. She was suave and wealthy. When I meet the big sister next door again, I spend a lot of money and give swords to beauties. Isn't this..."
Within a moment, various versions of the story were already flying in the lobby.
The fire of Bagua does not distinguish between immortals and mortals.
Rumors stop at the wise and are born among the idle.
Those who are interested will quietly wait to see what kind of sword this inner disciple of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect will buy later.
The second floor of the store is much smaller than the lobby below.
However, it was not as noisy as below. There were only a dozen practitioners with obviously extraordinary cultivation, lowering their heads to select the weapons they needed.
"Quickly, bring all the treasures from our Zhenlingbao shop. My senior brother wants to choose a sword for my senior sister." The shopkeeper shouted and rushed towards the wooden frame in front.
Several shop assistants rushed to help, each holding a sword in their hands and bringing it to Han Muye.
The practitioners who were choosing weapons around were also alerted and turned to look.
Han Muye nodded, looked at Lu Qingping and said, "Sister Lu, please choose one."
select?
A look of embarrassment flashed across Lu Qingping's face.
Although these swords have not been touched yet, I can feel the flash of spiritual light in them from a distance. Even if they are not spiritual weapons, they are still mixed with spiritual materials.
A sword like this might cost 81,000 spirit stones.
can not afford.
"Junior Brother Han, I..."
Before Lu Qingping finished speaking, Han Muye stretched out his hand: "Senior Sister Lu, give me the medicinal materials and the sword. You go and choose the sword."
Lu Qingping hesitated for a moment and handed over the sword in her hand and the medicinal materials she was carrying.
After all, it was Junior Brother Han's good intention. He was entrusted by Brother Zhenxiong. If he kept refusing, he would lose his face.
As for whether I can afford this sword or not, I will tell myself later that I am not interested in it.
Han Muye naturally caught the long sword in Lu Qingping's hand with one hand, put the medicine bag under his arm, and then walked to the shop assistant holding the long sword.
"Senior brother, this sword is called Qingxue. It was made by the Cao family, a famous sword-making family. Among them..." The shopkeeper came forward to introduce it. Han Muye said calmly: "Senior Sister Lu can choose it herself."
The shopkeeper murmured a few chuckles and took a step back.
Lu Qingping stepped forward, stretched out her hand to hold the Qingxue Sword, and pressed hard with her palms.
"Canglang——"
The long sword was unsheathed, its light shining like snow.
A piece of clear light scattered, making the eyes of the cultivators around him brighten up.
"What a great sword..."
"The edge of the sword is sharp, clear and fast. It is a good sword."
Holding the long sword in her hand, Lu Qingping also had a trace of confusion on her face.
This sword is so bright.
She gently held a few sword flowers, then shook her head reluctantly and returned the long sword to the scabbard.
Don't look at it, you can't afford it.
"Senior Sister Lu didn't like this sword?"
"Then look at the next one." Han Muye said, motioning for the next servant holding a long sword to come forward.
His hand, at some point, quietly grasped the hilt of Lu Qingping's sword.
Ahead, Lu Qingping was picking out long swords.
This is a sword selection in a shop, but there are no rules like sword selection in a sword pavilion.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes slightly, and images flashed in his mind.
Lu Qingping's long sword is just an ordinary sword with ordinary refining methods.
Lu Qingping's swordsmanship is not advanced either.
No wonder Jiuxuan Sword Sect doesn't take these disciples who come to the gathering very seriously. It turns out that the swordsmanship level of the elites of Qingfeng Temple's inner sect is comparable to that of Jiuxuan Sword Sect's outer sect.
In terms of swordsmanship, Lu Qingping is not much better than Jiang Han who came to the sword pavilion to receive the sword.
By the time Lu Qingping had looked at all eight long swords, Han Muye's hand had already been released from the hilt.
fine.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
This Pingmei, whom Huang Laoliu could never forget, had no bad intentions towards Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
In other words, she hasn't been able to touch that level yet.
She has practiced hard since she was practicing, and with her good talent, her journey has been smooth.
Most of the memories in the sword are to complete various tasks of the sect, then exchange them for resources and practice with all their strength.
No wonder she was reluctant to go into seclusion with Huang Laoliu.
Her obsession with cultivation was deeper than Han Muye thought.
After seeing the eight swords, Lu Qingping shook her head.
Han Muye raised his head and said, "Shopkeeper, make another batch, and bring all the ones you have in store."
Hearing his words, the shopkeeper opened his mouth, and then said with a grimace: "Brother, this is the bottom of the box, there are really only so many..."
"Senior brother, senior sister, why don't you take a look? The swords and weapons stored in my Zhenling treasure shop should be top-notch in this city."
The practitioners around him nodded slightly.
What the shopkeeper said is true.
The weapons in this shop are indeed top-notch in this market.
"Forget it, Junior Brother Han, let's go. Choosing a sword still depends on the sword's edge." Lu Qingping breathed a sigh of relief and whispered.
These swords were all good swords, and some of them made her reluctant to part with them.
But none of these swords was something she could afford.
She bought the elixir before, but she had very few spiritual stones left.
Even if she didn't buy the elixir, she couldn't afford these swords.
"Senior Sister Lu, don't go anywhere else, choose here." Han Muye stepped forward and looked at the long swords in front of him.
"Sixth Brother asked me to come, didn't you just ask me to help you choose a long sword that is handy?"
He reached out his hand and held the Qingxue sword.
The shopkeeper was overjoyed: "Senior brother, choose this one?"
"This Qingxue Sword is priced at 13,000 spirit stones. If you want to get it, senior brother, you can get it at a discount."
Han Muye held the hilt of the sword, released it, and then shook his head.
"This sword is made with the method of thousands of times of tempering, with the addition of falling black steel. The edge of the sword is clear, but not soft enough, and the blade is a bit brittle."
"The sword is three feet and one minute long, one inch wide, and weighs eleven kilograms and five taels and three cents."
"This sword is not suitable for use by female cultivators. Besides, Senior Sister Lu Qingfeng Guan's swordsmanship is famous for its light swimming and agility. This sword lacks some agility."
"Thirteen thousand spirit stones, haha."
Han Muye's hand reached for the next long sword.
On the second floor of the store, everyone stared and forgot to breathe.
Touching the sword with your hand, all the information in the sword is sensed. Who has ever seen such a method?
Not only can this person recognize swords, but he can also choose swords and match people with them.
Just by looking at it, it was clear that this sword did not match the fairy.
An inner disciple of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, is his swordsmanship so strong?
Lu Qingping stood behind Han Muye, with shock on her face.
Is this the sword watcher?
Could it be that besides being in the Hundred Breath Heaven Realm, the Sword Watcher also has other means that no one has ever known about?
Brother Xiongzhen, does he have such ability?
Han Muye grasped the hilt of the second long sword and then released it.
Everyone on the second floor of the store looked at him.
"This sword..."
As soon as Han Muye's voice rose, the shopkeeper stepped forward and held Han Muye's palm tightly with both hands.
"Senior brother, dear senior brother, your review is so wonderful!"
"My Zhen Lingbao shop has been open in the city for decades. This is the first time I have seen a person like Senior Brother who has profound knowledge of swordsmanship."
There was a hint of longing in the shopkeeper's eyes, and there were tears in his eyes, as if he was too admired and moved.
