To sell or not to sell?
"Ancestor, someone is mocking you."
"That's not right!"
"It's not someone, it's a group of people who are mocking you." Long Fei added fuel to the fire, and said: "The things you refined have been looked down upon."
"Hahaha …"
Long Fei had never seen the ancestor so angry before.
Yan Huang Ancestor was so angry that he wanted to go berserk.
"Scrap metal, iron plate, open your dog eyes and take a good look." Yan Huang Ancestor was furious.
Long Fei said slowly: "Some people are just like that. If you don't fuck his mother, he won't know that you're his father."
"You like to laugh, don't you?"
"Continue laughing for laozi!"
Long Fei's voice turned cold, he stared at Jin Sanyuan and said: "Whether the item is good or not is not up to you to decide, understand?"
At this moment.
Xiao Tianwu walked forward, his right hand holding onto the hilt of the blade.
In that instant.
His arm suddenly trembled, and a strong force shook his palm away. His expression changed in an instant, and he stared at Long Fei: "Your blade …"
His expression changed.
The faces of Jin Sanyuan and the others also darkened.
The laughter below the stage also slowly died down.
Long Fei said indifferently: "This blade is called, Tyrant!"
"Tyrant?"
Xiao Tianwu's mind shook, a thunderous sound exploded in his sea of consciousness, and he muttered to himself: "Tyrant, tyrant, tyrant …" What a tyrant. "
Following that.
With a move of his right hand, a visible Qi Shield appeared on his arm, the claws of the black tortoise.
Grabbing onto the Tyrant Blade, his figure moved.
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"Weng …"
An incomparably arrogant and tyrannical power burst forth. Xiao Tianwu's power of the black tortoise resonated and moved as he pleased, slashing out like a berserk demon.
Every slash was a death sentence.
Every slash was extremely arrogant, with no way out.
What was a tyrant?
Fierce as a tyrant!
When the blade was swung, it moved with all its might, not holding back at all.
This was the essence of the Tyrant Blade.
Many people below the stage stood up, all of them were excited by the Tyrant Blade in Xiao Tianwu's hands, they were all people who used blades, the arrogant and domineering blade Qi was extremely strong, causing the blades they carried with them to tremble and resonate.
Half a minute later …
Xiao Tianwu stopped and looked extremely excited. He looked at Long Fei and said, "Good blade, really good blade. If I was as young as you, if I hadn't fused with the Black Tortoise Immortal Root, I would definitely cultivate the Tyrannical Dao for this blade."
His blood was burning.
It made him extremely excited.
This kind of feeling was like the frivolous impulse of youth, it made people excited.
Jin Sanyuan frowned and said, "Honorable Dean, this is just a piece of scrap metal, how … how …"
Not waiting for him to finish.
Xiao Tianwu shouted in a heavy voice, "Scrap metal? You are insulting this weapon. You don't understand what a saber is. You don't understand what a true weapon is! "
His voice was filled with dignity, directly crushing Jin Sanyuan down.
He cultivated the Dao of Undefeatable Defense, but … Because of the domineering aura of this blade, he felt his blood boil, causing his heart, which had been silent for many years, to palpitate.
Yan Huang Ancestor said complacently: "At least there is someone who understands the blade."
Following that …
Xiao Tianwu also realized that he was a little too excited, and said: "I don't know how to forge, but … Elder Zhou should be clear, Elder Zhou, you will know once you go on stage and try it out."
Zhou Lian could not hold it in any longer, he immediately went up the stage and showed his respect to Xiao Tianwu, and then impatiently grabbed the Tyrant Blade.
The moment he held it.
His body also felt as if it had been electrocuted.
"Immortal energy surges."
"Only attribute, Tyrant!"
"Arrogant power, tyrannical power, this blade …" Zhou Lian opened his eyes wide and looked at Long Fei: "This blade is too strong, was it refined by that expert?"
Mighty Heaven Shaking.
Alloy Battle Armor and Tang Dao.
The high prices of these two items were creative and shocking.
However …
This blade was different. He was an incomparably arrogant tyrant.
The blade was the overlord of weapons.
This blade perfectly interpreted the word 'tyrant'. It was incomparable.
Although it was only at the ninth level of the Immortal Grade, its blade intent had already surpassed that of a holy artifact.
Every pore on Zhou Lian's body exploded, and he said excitedly: "This is a true weapon, born for battle!"
The Yan Huang elder became even more pleased with himself, "That's right, that's right. It was born for battle, to exist for slaughter, hahaha …"
Jin Sanyuan was still unconvinced.
He did not believe that a piece of broken iron plate would have such power. He shouted, "It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that I feel that this thing can't be as powerful as you say it to be."
Zhou Lian was extremely furious.
A good thing, in his opinion, could not be insulted in any way.
Zhou Lian shouted: "Since President Jin doesn't believe me, then do it yourself. No, if you can hold it, I can directly announce that you have won."
Zhou Lian also felt that he was too impulsive, and said to Xiao Tianwu: "Principal, I was too rash."
Xiao Tianwu said: "It's fine, President Jin, just do as Elder Zhou said. If you can pick it up, then your immortal stone will win this round."
Jin Sanyuan laughed excitedly, and said: "That's what you guys said."
Although his cultivation was not outstanding.
However, he was also at the eighth stage of the Spirit Immortal Stage, and his strength was not a problem at all. How heavy could a mere weapon be?
Jin Sanyuan looked at Long Fei complacently, and laughed coldly: "Brat, just you wait to lose."
Walking in front of the Tyrant Blade, Jin Sanyuan's aura sank, and he clenched his right hand.
The moment he held onto the hilt of the blade.
"Boom!"
A loud sound rang out. His mind was suddenly shaken by the tyrannical power within the Tyrant Blade, and he knelt on the ground.
"Pfft!"
His knees hurt from kneeling.
Long Fei laughed: "Oh, you even knelt down?"
Jin Sanyuan was infuriated, he crawled up and shouted, "I don't believe it!"
His hands moved.
Tightly gripping the hilt of the blade, he roared, "Rise!"
His power surged.
At this moment.
"Bam!"
A wave of energy burst out, directly sending Jin Sanyuan flying, rolling off the stage.
"Pfft …"
He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face incomparably pale. This was because he was wearing a divine artifact armor, otherwise the tyrannical power of the blade would have shattered his heart meridians.
Long Fei looked at the pale Jin Sanyuan below the stage, and laughed coldly: "Three Fatso, do you want to do it again?"
"You don't dare?"
"I don't dare to laugh at your ancestors just now."
Long Fei roared fiercely.
It was also at this time.
"I'll pay eighty thousand immortal stones."
"One hundred thousand!"
"One hundred and fifty thousand immortal stones!"
"Two hundred thousand!"
"I'll pay two hundred and thirty thousand."
The entire venue seemed to be on fire, shocked by the tyrannical power that erupted from the Tyrant Blade. It was too strong.
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