Chapter 290 Ten-year deadline

Xingyuan's expression was very wonderful, but it was covered up by the mask. Now Xingyuan felt that he was a little dependent on this mask, and his emotions were not revealed in front of others, as if he had his own small world.

Looking at Manager Zhu, Xingyuan made up his mind that the black iron sword Xingyuan was about to settle.

"Shopkeeper Zhu, I think this knife is a fate with me. I wonder if Storekeeper Zhu can bear the pain of giving up. No one wants it anyway, so why not give it to me. Chen Chou promised here that Shenyue Inn will be in trouble in the future, so he will definitely be unshirkable and help him with all his strength. How about it?"

Xingyuan spoke very sincerely, and Manager Zhu could clearly hear it from Xingyuan's tone.

However, the more this happens, the more difficult it is for Manager Zhu. This soul-suppressing sword is the highest-grade weapon in Shenyue Inn, but it has always been a "waste knife". If you have been studying for so many years, you have not found anything. This soul-suppressing sword has a foreign name for a top fifth-grade weapon, but it does not have the functional bonus that a fifth-grade weapon should have.

But just giving Xingyuan this way, Manager Zhu felt that he seemed to be a little loss.

"This... Mr. Chen, even if this thing is useless, it is something passed down by his ancestors. Besides, the grade is so high, if you give it to you like this..."

Manager Zhu was obviously not willing to give Xing Yuan the soul-squeezing sword. Although the soul-squeezing sword had no outward fluctuations and no combat bonus, it was the appraisal grade that made Manager Zhu feel uneasy. Moreover, the soul-squeezing sword was extremely dark, as if it was falling from the sky, and there was a faint feeling of sensation.

Such things are good even if they are used as accessories.

But today Xingyuan made up his attention and got this soul-suppressing sword. No matter what, it was hard, it had already touched Xingyuan.

"Shopkeeper Zhu, you also said that this knife has no use, so you can stay here. You might as well give me a favor. Besides, you have said before that any weapons or equipment in this room can be taken away as long as I want. This is your own words!"

In the end, Xingyuan had already started to use his words to treat him.

Seeing that Manager Zhu was still not moved, Xingyuan began to slap in a slight manner again, but Manager Zhu was determined to do so and didn't want to give the Soul-Suppressing Sword to Xingyuan.

At the end, Xing Yuan was dry and looked at the iron rooster-like shopkeeper Zhu, and said with a sudden idea: "Then, shopkeeper Zhu, how about you give me the ten-year use period of the Soul-Suppressing Sword? This is not an exaggeration. I will give you ten years later. The casting materials of the Soul-Suppressing Sword are mysterious and extremely hard. You don't have to worry about me destroying it."

When he heard Xingyuan's compromise, Manager Zhu's eyes suddenly lit up. Manager Zhu was very confident about the quality of this soul-suppressing sword. When he used all kinds of research, he could use all his strength to attack the powerful man from the ancient realm. This soul-suppressing sword could resist. Manager Zhu was not worried that the soul-suppressing sword would be damaged by Xingyuan, and he was afraid that he would be lost.

However, judging from Xingyuan's words and deeds, Manager Zhu spent so long in the treacherous world and roughly knew that Xingyuan should be a steady person, and he was afraid that he had not yet lost the Soul-Suppressing Sword.

"Can you take this seriously?"

Manager Zhu was a little relaxed. After all, he was indeed in the wrong. He said too much before and asked Xingyuan to choose casually, but now he regretted it.

"This is natural." Xing Yuan made this decision and was confident in himself. In the demon world, the status of the founder is extremely noble. As long as he improves his grade, not to mention being too high, even if he is only a fourth-grade founder, Manager Zhu will not be able to rush to give the Soul-Suppressing Sword to himself. Maybe he will not look down on the Soul-Suppressing Sword at that time.

Xingyuan remembers it very clearly. Wherever Tongtian Pillar was, he suppressed a "bad sword" left by an ancient powerful man. No one dared to surrender. Even the four major tribes were helpless and could only suppress it under Tongtian Pillar.

"So... Then I'll leave the Soul-Suppressing Sword to Young Master Chen for safekeeping. I hope Mr. Chen will keep it properly." Manager Zhu did not persist in the end and agreed to Xingyuan to give the ten-year Soul-Suppressing Sword to Xingyuan.

In the end, what Zhu said about proper custody was naturally to let Xingyuan not get rid of it. Xingyuan also promised: "Don't worry, the person is there, the knife is there."

The selection of treasures finally came to an end, and Manager Zhu felt relieved. The process of dealing with Xingyuan made Manager Zhu feel worried.

"By the way, Mr. Chen, the Soul-Suppressing Sword is the highest-level weapon of Shenyue Inn. I am also trying to be more secure. I hope Mr. Chen will not be too careful."

In the end, Manager Zhu did not forget to comfort Xingyuan and told Xingyuan not to be too careful.

"Where is it? This knife is of high quality. Manager Zhu takes care of the overall situation so much and cares about Shenyue Inn. His spirit is so envious to Chen Chou."

Xing Yuan said something praise on his lips, but in fact he had already scolded Manager Zhu in his heart, not letting go of a single trace from head to toe.

When he heard Xing Yuan say this, Manager Zhu laughed and ignored his image and said on Xing Yuan's shoulder: "Okay, it's really a blessing for Zhu to be a capable man like Mr. Jiaochen. Let's go. Zhu must let the manager give Mr. Chen the most noble treatment."

The manager Zhu put his shoulders on his shoulders as if he was acquaintance. Xingyuan and Zhu walked out of the treasure pavilion. The soul-squeezing sword had no scabbard. Xingyuan could only take out a piece of brocade cloth to wrap the soul-squeezing sword, and tie it on his back. He pulled it out when needed.

When Xingyuan carried the Soul-Suppressing Sword on his back, he felt a little heavy, but it was no big deal. Such an alien "chicken rib sword" always had to be a little heavy.

With Manager Zhu, he walked out of the Baibao Pavilion and Xingyuan went down to the sixth floor. The higher the floor of this Shenyue Inn seemed to be the more mysterious it was.

Xingyuan was generally very happy to successfully get the Soul-Suppressing Sword. Xingyuan liked this sword for no reason. It was pitch black all over and looked like a meteorite from the sky. Xingyuan’s favorite thing was the three big characters and patterns of flying dragons and phoenixes on the blade of the Soul-Suppressing Sword.

After getting the Soul-Suppressing Sword, Xingyuan accepted the warm hospitality of Manager Zhu, but Xingyuan didn't care much. Although the service of Shenyue Inn was simply fascinating, Xingyuan's attention was always on the Soul-Suppressing Sword, and he wanted to take it out and study it immediately. However, Dong Fei and Feng Yong were alone and were careful to sail the ten thousand-year-old ship. Xingyuan still felt that it would be better to go back and study it.

This is like a treasure that has not been opened yet, waiting for Xingyuan to play with it.

Dong Fei and Feng Yong were eating very well in Shenyue Inn, and they completely revealed their true colors. Looking at the terrifying eating scenes of the two, Xingyuan also smiled.

Shenyue Inn is the place that Dong Fei dreams of, and it is normal.
Chapter completed!