Chapter 128 Broken Arm 2

Forced to hold down the excitement in his heart, Gongsun Yulun's eyes looked at Jin Xin without a trace. Suddenly thinking of the black stone that Jin Xin had just requested, his heart suddenly shocked and his eyes became more and more enthusiastic.

"What's your last name?" Gongsun Yulun asked in a slightly trembling voice.

"Jin, what's wrong?" Looking at Gongsun Yulun's obviously excited expression and faintly strong concern, Jin Xin knew what was wrong no matter how dull he was.

"Jin..." Gongsun Yulun's body suddenly trembled, as if he had thought of something, and quickly wiped away the tears shed by the corners of his eyes with excitement and joy. He took a deep look at Jin Xin and waved his hand to send him out.

Jin Xin is getting more and more strange. What the hell is this?!

Seeing Gongsun Yulun's instant coldness and return to the state of Gujing Wubo, Jin Xin frowned, held his baby black stone and walked out hesitantly.

"Be careful!" An old voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

Jin Xin's footsteps stopped and looked back, only to see the old man inserting his hands into each other's sleeves, lying on the table and sleeping.

"What to be careful about?" Jin Xin couldn't help but have many doubts in his heart.

The voice did not come again. Jin Xin frowned and finally strode away.

Xiaoqing and others had already visited. At this time, they were showing off to each other with their favorite weapons. When others wanted to look at his weapons carefully, they were hugged tightly like their daughters-in-law and never allowed it again.

Jin Xin was a little embarrassed to laugh and cry. He generously took out the iron ore he bought and let others visit it. Xiaoqing and others were surprised, but they refused to enter Jin Xin's trap. They just rewarded Jin Xin's iron ore, gave messy points, and expressed their high opinions. On the other hand, they still protected their treasures tightly and were wary in their eyes.

Jin Xin couldn't help but feel a little sorry. Although he had been in it for so long, he had always been wandering around the raw material area. If it hadn't been for the old man's educational advice until later, he would have never seen how blown the precious weapons of the famous Jinshicheng are. At present, these people are not fooled. They are not only shrewd but also stingy.

But think about it, these legendary magic weapons are afraid to spend a lot of their coins. My own rag stone alone has ten boundary coins, let alone these finished products, and I don't care about them anymore.

It was dark, and unconsciously, they had spent a whole afternoon in that shop. Xiaoqing looked up at Jin Shizhai, who looked a little solemn and desolate in the twilight. There was a strong reluctance in his eyes, and obviously there was something he like but he couldn't afford to buy it. In the end, the difficult eyes moved from the weapon shop with a long history and countless years of vicissitudes, and his fists subconsciously clenched his fists, silently sent out a funny and absurd and even illusory idea in his heart, and then waved his hand and walked towards the post station.

"Anyway, the war is over and it's too late. Shall we go around this bustling night market? An accompanying soldier looked at the night market shouting at night, and his heart was like an ant and said.

Xiao Qing stopped and turned his eyes to Jin Xin to ask for his opinion.

Jin Xin looked at all kinds of lively snack stalls, the flower sellers shouting as well as colorful lanterns and the noisy shops of rouge gouache. Without saying anything, he walked over first.

There are sisters, wives or their families, and everyone walks in. After a while, Jin Xin and Xiao Qing made a bloody road together and bought their favorite things at a very fair price.

Walking out of the rouge shop, several people continued to visit the night market, enjoying the noise and warmth of the world. This peaceful and happy world is like heaven for these men who lick blood on the edge of the knife!

The fight was buzzing, and more than 20 people were enjoying a good time.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise in front of the table being overturned, the stool being broken, the children's crying, the sometimes exclamation in the crowd, and the faint sound of swords hitting each other.

"What's going on?" Xiaoqing frowned. When he saw several gorgeous people holding long swords and all kinds of light scattered out on the sword, he pulled Jinxin's sleeve and motioned him to leave quickly.

"Maybe it's a member of the five families. Don't get into trouble." Xiaoqing couldn't help but be anxious when he saw Jin Xin standing still. You should know that they are elite to ordinary people, and they are not even scum against swordsmen!

Jin Xin nodded. Just as he wanted to leave, he saw a familiar figure and stood still.

※※I'm a lovely dividing line※※

"Who are you and why are you at my house?" Lin Feng has a principle that he treats others as much as he treats him. Zhuge Gui's obviously disdainful tone deeply stabbed his weak heart at this moment. Half of him became angry, and half of him was not at a loss, so Lin Feng roared back.

"I don't want to come..."

"Ghost, shut up!" Before Zhuge ghost finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhuge. At this moment, he looked at Lin Feng with hatred and turned his head aside. Obviously, he was very unconvinced.

"Hey, I knew you weren't convinced." Although he was a little angry, Zhuge was not in front of him to save his life. He came tens of thousands of miles for himself, and Zhuge ghost looked very angry like a child at this time. Lin Feng said with a smile, "In this way, I can hit you without moving any part of my body. Do you believe it?"

"Hmm?" Zhuge Gui's hair was basically empty. How could he be fooled? He blinked his eyes and didn't say anything.

"It's still a congenital sword, which is obviously just an ugly big black stick." Lin Feng laughed disdainfully.

Zhuge looked at Lin Feng and Zhuge ghosts, shook his head and retreated with a smile.

"Good!" Zhuge Gui looked into Lin Feng's eyes and said firmly, "If you can't hit me, I'll leave. If you can do it, I will show you the real [ghost].

Look at the real [ghost], that is, be willing to be your [ghost].

Zhuge blinked and opened his mouth and finally didn't say anything, but shook his head with tears and laughter. Although the Zhuge family will definitely stand on the same line as the Lin family, they will sell themselves in this way, and the ghost seems to become stupid.

Lin Feng naturally doesn't know the mystery. What he knows is that from now on, this Zhuge ghost will not have his nostrils.

"Are you ready?" Lin Feng looked at Zhuge Gui and asked with a smile.

Zhuge Gui hummed coldly and wrapped his body without a trace of gap.

The black divine consciousness moved quickly, and then ran towards Zhuge ghosts with its teeth and claws. It swarmed towards Zhuge ghosts like a tide.

Lin Feng's consciousness hit Zhuge ghost without surprise, but it didn't work at all. The corners of Zhuge ghost's eyes beat at an imperceptible angle, but his heart secretly shouted luck. Fortunately, I didn't underestimate the enemy and used my whole body to protect the sword, otherwise I'm afraid I will really fall here tonight.

The first blow returned without success, but Lin Feng was not discouraged at all, but had a little joy in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Feng gently closed his eyes.

The continuous formation of conical divine swords appeared on Lin Feng's side. In a short time, it reached an amazing number, and the air around him was cleaned up almost in an instant.

Zhuge Gui's face became more and more solemn. Although he could not see the sword formed by his consciousness, the pressure brought to him by the dense sword was real. He even had a feeling that he might even die if he could not handle it well.

"What kind of attack is this?" Zhuge Gui looked at Lin Feng in surprise, and his heart was very surprised. He blurted out: "God consciousness? How dare you practice with three forces?!" Because he has been training with the border troops of Tianyuanjie in recent years, it is not clear about the fact that Lin Feng practiced together. As soon as he came back, he was rushed here by Zhuge Butun and invisibly suffered a small loss.

"Ghosts should be careful. You should know that Lin Feng killed the sword saint when he was the sixth grade of the swordsman!" Zhuge looked at Zhuge Gui's ugly face with a smile and said, which was quite a little like falling into the well.

"Do you still want to fight?" Lin Feng controlled thousands of divine swords and looked at Zhuge ghosts and said with a smile.

"Fight! Why don't you fight?!" Zhuge Gui said fiercely that the running speed of the whole body Jianyuan was even faster.

Lin Feng was a little admiring in his heart, and he appreciated Zhuge ghosts more and more, but he did not show mercy at all.

The invisible sword formed by divine consciousness quickly stabbed towards Zhuge ghosts, and ripples were constantly formed on the sword element of Zhuge ghost's body surface.

The ripples were still clearly visible one by one at the beginning. As time passed, the sword formed by the divine consciousness became more and more dense, and the ripples gradually formed a piece. Soon, the sword of Zhuge ghost's body was like a pouring pond on a rainy day, which became violently turbulent and looked very thrilling.

Finally, the divine sword no longer attacked. Zhuge Gui looked at the dim Jianyuan in his body with lingering flinity and secretly took a breath. The impenetrable divine attack just now almost scared him to death.

"Isn't the donkey's skill exhausted?" Zhuge Gui, who was afraid of the future, couldn't help laughing happily at Lin Feng with a calm face. Although a small sword attack can break his defense, it still hasn't broken it, hasn't it?