"I still have a treasure, but I don't know if it will catch your eye."
With that, Situ Weiwei twisted her waist and quickly walked to a corner. This corner was very remote, and the sides were all blocked by some wooden boxes, making it almost impossible for light to pass through. At this moment, there was a beautiful woman who was bending over and looking for something. Eight out of ten people would probably not be able to control themselves.
This scene, coupled with that posture, was simply too seductive. Du Feng coughed to calm himself down. Even though he had thousands of years of self-control, he was still a human, not a block of wood. How could he not feel anything? Fortunately, his biggest motivation at this moment was to increase his Cultivation and prevent that old woman from plotting against him. Therefore, he quickly calmed down.
I thought you were a block of wood, but it turns out that you're not a block of ice. Hearing Du Feng's cough, Situ Weiwei knew that she had succeeded. Seeing that Du Feng was staring at her with more and more fervent eyes, this woman could not help but feel a little proud. Hmph, as expected, there are no good men. You still have to be tricked by me.
"Good sword!"
Du Feng walked past Situ Weiwei and picked up the sword in the box. This was a silver sword. The body of the sword was not very wide, and it was three feet long, just enough for an adult man to use. The scabbard was silver-white, with protruding coiling dragons carved on it. A pure blue gem was inlaid on the hilt, flashing a cold light, making people shudder.
"Hahaha …"
Being ignored by Du Feng, Situ Weiwei originally wanted to be angry, but suddenly, she started giggling. Her voice was as clear as a silver bell, making people who heard it feel refreshed. She was angry because she was ignored again, but she was happy because she finally met a man who could resist temptation.
There were many marquises and sect disciples who claimed to be gentlemen who had seen all the women in the world and were unmoved. In the end, Situ Weiwei revealed their true colors in a few moves. This Du Feng looked a little silly, but he was very smart. He was indeed a good guy.
"I'm sorry, how do you want to exchange this sword?"
Du Feng scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. He knew that a sword of this quality was definitely not something that could be exchanged with a Yao Core.
"I won't trade this sword!"
Situ Weiwei rested her chin on her hand and looked at the person in front of her playfully.
"How many Crystal Stones do you need? I can try."
There were only two ways to open a shop, bartering or buying with money. Since Situ Weiwei said she didn't want to trade, then he should be able to buy it with crystal stones.
This sword was called the Silver Dragon. It was three feet and three inches long. It was forged from the North Sea Cold Iron and had been hammered for a thousand and one days. After that, Master Duan Tiesheng polished the blade for forty-nine days. Not only was it incomparably sharp, but it also carried the power of frost when it attacked.
"That's why this sword is only a gift, not for sale."
After a round of introductions, Situ Weiwei finally said this. What was the meaning of this? Only giving and not selling? How could there be such a good thing in this world? If someone gave you a hundred, then they were definitely prepared to ask for a thousand from you. Otherwise, why would they give it away for no reason?
"I can't accept your gift for free." Du Feng felt a little awkward at this moment.
Although this sword was long and thin, it was quite heavy. It was said that there was First Yuan Heavy Water in the depths of the North Sea, and the Cold Iron used to make the sword was mined from the depths of the North Sea. This sword, which was completely forged from Cold Iron, probably weighed a thousand kilograms.
The sword itself was a nimble thing, especially a slender sword, which had to be used in conjunction with a variety of sword techniques. The fact that Du Feng dared to choose such a heavy sword showed that his arm strength and wrist strength were very strong.
"Of course I can't accept it for free. You have to give me something as well. It has to be enough to move me."
Situ Weiwei held the Silver Dragon Sword in her hand. She activated the blue gem on the hilt with her True Yuan and lightly drew a few flowers on the sword. As expected, the power of frost overflowed from the body of the sword, leaving a white afterimage in the air, like a silver dragon dancing in the sky. Her few moves were quite beautiful, because martial artists in the Qi Realm could use their True Yuan, unlike martial artists in the Body Tempering Realm who purely relied on the strength of their body.
How could Du Feng resist this kind of temptation? He could resist all kinds of temptations from beautiful women, but he couldn't resist the charm of a treasured sword. At that moment, he gritted his teeth and took out a small porcelain bottle from his chest. The item in the bottle looked very ordinary, it was a light green pill.
Under normal circumstances, pills related to green were all poisonous. Apart from being used to harm people, there were also a few that were used to fight poison with poison. Among the pills that could be used to promote Cultivation, there was no green color.
"This item is called the Beauty Pill, the method to refine it is unknown, I only have one. As for its effects … "
"I want, I want …"
Situ Weiwei shouted, "I want, I want, I want" and snatched the porcelain bottle. She had long heard of the famous Beauty Pill. It could allow one's appearance to be preserved forever at this moment. Although martial artists had strong bodies and True Yuan, they could usually maintain their youthful appearance. But no matter how strong they were, there would always be a day when they would grow old. Even if they didn't reach the stage of aging, as long as their body was injured and their True Yuan was lost, they would immediately become old like ordinary people.
Injuring a female martial artist, even if she died, was not that scary. But to make her face full of wrinkles before she died, it was definitely more painful than going to the 18th level of hell. Who didn't want to save their most beautiful appearance until the last moment?
This pill of Du Feng really captured the heart of a woman, it made Situ Weiwei shout excitedly.
What was going on? Boss Xue, who was hiding at the stairs, was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. Martial artists didn't have the problem of kidney deficiency, the reason why he was sweating was because the situation was too scary. After this Du Feng went up, not only did he not get his eyes dug out, but he also made the third miss giggle. If he didn't hear wrong, the third miss was exchanging 'I want, I want' …
The more it was like this, the more dangerous it was. Could it be that the third miss was going to make a big move? He remembered that there was a sect disciple called Guo Ding, a person with strong willpower. Situ Weiwei used all kinds of tricks but couldn't successfully tempt him, but after she said 'I want, I want', that person finally couldn't hold back. Then, his Dantian was destroyed, his Cultivation was crippled, and he was thrown out of the window onto the street.
"Deal!"
Du Feng quickly grabbed the Silver Dragon Sword. Since the other party had already taken his pill, it meant that she had agreed to this barter deal. Women were really long-winded. It was clearly an exchange, but she insisted on giving one to the other. What was the difference between this and barter?
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