Chapter 136 Giant Sword Pavilion

The third volume of the seven-star mysterious demon suddenly rises

Then the old man did not shy away from the other three foreign monks present, who originally explained the origin and reason of the three schools of comparison to Jiyang.

In fact, these three factions began as early as when the three factions took root in the five mountains. They are held every hundred years and are held alternately in the three schools. The original purpose of the three schools is to enhance the understanding of the disciples between the three schools, enhance their feelings, and at the same time exchange skills and support each other. But I don't know when the taste of this comparison has completely changed, from the previous forbearance and humility to the current struggle. In recent times, there have been a series of disciples being killed, which also makes the relationship between the three factions not as solid as before. Moreover, every time the three factions are bigger than before, Lingshi is the place where the disciples of each faction are most willing to go, because during this period of time, not only their own sects, but also the children of the two families will seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to exchange some treasures that they can't use into spiritual stones or their favorite things. A hundred years ago, the competition was held in the Giant Sword Sect, and this time it was the turn of Haobai Gate, which is also the real reason why there were many foreign monks suddenly in Haobai Gate.

When the old man finished his words, Jiyang suddenly fell into silence, holding his chin in his hand, as if digesting the information he had just received. The deep eyes are like a pool of dark stagnant water, calm, and I don't know what I'm thinking.

"So that's it. In this way, it is really possible to collect the three elixir seeds completely. After a while, Jiyang smiled, and a strange color flashed on his face. Then he arched his hand and said "byewell" to the old man behind the counter. After that, he slowly walked out of the elixir shop in the old man's response.

"It seems that this extra shop attic is from the business place of the other two factions. Hey, it seems that God is destined for me to gain a big harvest." Jiyang looked at the various shops and other buildings on both sides of the road and touched his chin, with a playful curvature at the corners of his mouth.

Now that he knows about the three factions, he can't easily give up this rare opportunity. Jiyang's purpose now is not just to collect the three elixirs. Now he really wants to find some extremely powerful magic weapons or charms in this spiritual city.

"Hey, but we still need to make some preparations before that." The corners of Jiyang's mouth turned up and quietly penetrated into the slightly narrow gap between the two shops. After a few breaths, when Jiyang came out again, he was already dressed in a green shirt and wearing a hat.

Gently pressed the brim of the hat, Jiyang looked around, and then walked down the people to the depths of the valley. Jiyang's dress is not noticeable, because there are many monks like him who hide their true identity in various ways. Some monks wear evil ghost masks or wear a white or black veil on their faces, while more people wear a black hat to cover their faces like Jiyang. .

Looking at the various crowds around, those monks wearing masks or white gauze are better in Jiyang's eyes, but those monks wearing a layer of black veil on their faces are somewhat maliciously slandered in their hearts. This image of wearing black gauze is like the dress of Jiangyang thieves or Liang Shangjunzi in secular world. Question mark It's too good for these guys to dare to show such an image.

He suppressed the smile in his heart. After about a cup of tea, Jiyang stopped in front of a tall attic and looked up at the huge plaque painted gold on it.

"Giant Sword Pavilion." He gently read out the three pure gold characters on the plaque, and a smile appeared on Jiyang's face.

"It seems that this should be the facade of the Giant Sword Sect. I heard that the giant sword sect is one of the best in refining skills, but today you can buy a good magic weapon." Jiyang smiled gently, and then raised his leg and stepped in.

As soon as he entered it, there was a simple and fierce breath, as if he suddenly found himself in thousands of battlefields. The strong swords and soldiers were so strong that they could hardly breathe.

As soon as Jiyang entered it, his mind was also awe-inst, and then after his spiritual power circulated all over his body, there was no strange feeling.

"This giant sword sect is so evil!" Jiyang sighed gently, and it is estimated that such a strong sword spirit can only be felt in the territory of the Giant Sword Sect. This sect stands with swords, and the disciples of the sect practice a magic sword that intersects with their lives. Which of the disciples of the five mountains and three schools are the strongest are absolutely the Giant Sword Sect. And this is the truth. Since its foothold in Wudao Mountain, the Giant Sword Sect has always played the role of the head of the three sects.

Recovering his perception, Jiyang looked up at the scene in the giant sword pavilion. The first target was a row of huge crimson wooden frames, on which were scattered with various magic weapons, emitting bursts of brilliance. Jiyang just glanced slightly and lost interest. Although the magic weapons on the wooden frame are bright and dazzling, they are only some middle and lower level magic weapons. Nowadays, Jiyang's vision naturally does not look good.

Looking inside, there are stone platforms on both sides of the wooden frame, surrounded by a circle in the attic, wrapping those wooden frames in it. There are also many magic weapons on the stone platform, but from the spiritual light emitted from it, it is obviously much better than those magic weapons on the wooden frame, Jiyang At a glance, I even found a few good upper-order magic weapons. In the middle of all the wooden frames, there is a wooden staircase leading to the second floor of the attic. However, there is a faint blue light at the end of the stairs, and you can't really see what's inside. At this time, many disciples of the three schools are constantly stopping or watching in front of various wooden frames or stone platforms or discussing with the surrounding Qingyi shoons.

Just as Jiyang secretly looked at himself, a young man in blue came to him and asked respectfully, "This senior, I don't know what kind of magic weapon you need. The villain can do it for you."

This little boy looks extremely respectful and reserved. However, he can't help but be disrespectful. The unreserved momentum in the later period of gas refining on Jiyang, the weak-strong immortal world, is far from being able to resist his small pupil.

"Will you do it for me? Hey hey, I'm afraid you don't have the ability to do this for you. You'd better invite your person in charge to come out. Jiyang smiled and deliberately made an old and hoarse voice. At the same time, he looked at the little man in green in front of him with a little disdain, looking arrogant.

The little man knew that he had met the big customer as soon as he saw the person in front of him. He quickly complained that he did not dare to neglect, and then quickly walked to the depths of the attic. A moment later, he rushed to Jiyang with a white-faced middle-aged scribe.

"Ha ha, I heard from the people under me that my friends don't seem to like the things here?" As soon as the middle-aged scribe came to Jiyang, he smiled and saluted, but at the same time, his eyes kept flashing, as if he was casually looking at Jiyang.

Looking at the appearance of the middle-aged scribe, Jiyang couldn't help laughing. Naturally, he knew that this person was investigating his reality, but why was Jiyang, who had a soul, be afraid of the investigation of a monk in the Qi period? Therefore, in addition to the same smile on his face, this person has an unnatural look.

"Can Taoist friends make masters in this giant sword pavilion?" Jiyang glanced at the man proudly through the hat and did not answer his questions at all. Instead, he asked with a hoarse voice like cutting an iron pot like a sword.

"Taoist friends laughed. Peng Hong is the stew manager of this giant sword pavilion. If Taoist friends have any requirements, they can do it for Taoist friends."

"Well, since you are the stew manager here, you are qualified to prepare something for me." Jiyang nodded slowly when he heard the words and couldn't see anything strange.

When the middle-aged scribe who had been observing him saw this, his heart was a little bulging. He couldn't guess who the green-shirted Taoist man in front of him was. He let him think about it and recall that the monks above the Qi period in the three schools did not find a person who matched the person in front of him. For a while, the middle-aged scribesmen seemed more and more Respectful.

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