"What do you want? You can't let me refine a treasure soldier for you on the spot, right? I have limited time and I don't have time to talk nonsense to you, so I won't let go!"

Qin Chen's face darkened.

What's going on? I've said so clearly. Leng Mo is so unreasonable and can't do anything.

"Hmph, it's not that I, Leng Mo, don't give you face, but how do you prove that what you said is right?!"

"prove?"

Qin Chen was speechless. He said so clearly that he would prove that he was a weapon refiner and should know that what he said was right.

When Qin Chen glanced at the rusty sword in his hand, he suddenly felt aroused.

"So I have an idea."

He raised the embroidered iron sword: "Take the treasure soldiers you have refined and fight against the iron sword in my hand to see whose weapons are stronger. If the treasure soldiers you have refined are broken, don't mess around and give way immediately, how about?"

Quiet!

The originally lively second floor suddenly became quiet.

True or fake?

I heard it right?

This kid wants to fight with the rust sword in his hand with the second-level treasure soldiers refined by Master Leng Mo? Let's see whose weapon is stronger?

What a joke!

Everyone knows that the rust sword in Qin Chen's hand was obtained by a gambling treasure. There was only rust on it, and the smooth side was almost impossible to see. As time goes by, it has long lost its original appearance.

Such a broken sword was cut on the wood, and they were afraid that it would break suddenly, so they would fight against Master Leng Mo's second-level treasure soldiers.

Isn’t Qin Chen crazy?

"What did you say?"

Leng Mo, who was furious, almost exploded when he heard Qin Chen say this.

It would be too much to compete with the second-level treasure soldier he refined with a rust sword. Even if he wins, he will have no glory.

Doesn’t it mean that your treasure soldier is only worthy of being compared with this kind of broken sword?

"What? You didn't understand? Didn't you say I can't prove it? It's obvious that you can't fight with two treasure soldiers. If the treasure soldiers you refined are broken, it naturally means that your treasure soldiers are average. If my treasure soldiers are broken, it naturally means that I'm talking nonsense and a second-level weapon refiner. You don't understand such a simple truth? Or do you dare not compare?"

Qin Chen glanced at Leng Mo with a look of not daring to compare.

I don't dare to be a sister!

When Leng Mo glared at his eyes, he was almost vomiting blood. What was he afraid of?

"Okay, since you want to compete like this, I will fulfill your wish. When I see you, what else can I say!"

He picked up the Bingli Sword casually, and Leng Mo suddenly activated his true energy.

boom!

A dazzling white light suddenly burst out from the Bingli Sword, and the biting chill swept across the hall like a blizzard, making the crowd retreat one after another, looking horrified.

"What a terrible cold."

"The true qi in my body is almost unable to flow."

"It is worthy of being the second-level treasure soldier refined by Master Leng Mo. How can such treasure soldiers break open in battle? Then Qin Chen must be talking nonsense."

The crowd was shocked, and the cold air emitted by the Bingli Sword made everyone solemn and their faces were solemn.

"Hehe, boy, look at the sword!"

In front of everyone, Leng Mo shouted angrily. In order to achieve better results, he almost did not hold back. The heaven-level true energy was activated to the extreme, and swung the Ice Sword and slashed the rust sword in Qin Chen's hand.

Bang!

The violent cold air swept through and turned into a tornado and rushed to the roof. The momentum made everyone breathe a breath of air conditioning.

Click!

At the same time, a shattering sound came clearly into everyone's ears.

"Hahaha, boy, what else do you have to say? You dare to compete with me as a treasure soldier. It's like an old birthday star hanging himself - looking for death!"

In the cold wind, cold moon burst into laughter.

Today, the depression that had been suppressing our hearts seemed to be released instantly, and she burst into laughter without hesitation. But as she smiled, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became extremely strange, as if something bad happened.

Turning his head, he found that Qin Chen was smiling coldly at him, his eyes as if he was looking at a clown.

anger!

Leng Mo became furious again. This boy was about to die and dared to look at him with such eyes. He had to teach him a lesson later! But he suddenly felt something was wrong, because he suddenly realized that everyone in the hall was staring at the Bingli Sword in his hand, staring at the shocked eyes, as if he had seen a ghost...

One of the warriors stretched out his right hand, pointed it over, and stuttered: "Master Leng Mo, you... your sword!"

"What's wrong with my sword?"

His heart sank instantly, and he suddenly lowered his head. He saw that the sword that was intact just now, like white jade, was densely covered with cracks and was still spreading.

"Bang!"

The sword body suddenly exploded, and the broken sword blade hit Leng Moduo's face. He was in a hurry and was still rubbed by many sword bodies. His clothes were covered with holes. He was like a beggar, and his hair was cut off a lot, becoming a straw chicken.

"It will explode!"

"The true qi has really backfired!"

"this……"

Everyone was dumbfounded and pretended to be an egg in their mouths.

"Impossible, this is impossible, an accident must be an accident!"

Unable to believe his eyes, Leng Mo was extremely angry and picked up the Explosive Flame Sword, and banged, the hot flames swept through, and the sword slashed down.

Click!

The second Explosion Sword was also broken!

On the other hand, the rust sword in Qin Chen's hand was unscathed, as if a piece of tofu was chopped.

God, can you stop playing with me like this?

Leng Mo was almost crying.

Is this a rust sword? How to chop it up is like a magic weapon.

"I don't believe in evil anymore."

Picking up the third black iron sword, Leng Mo bulged his robe, urging the true energy in his body to the extreme, and the entire Jubao Tower seemed to have a level ten strong wind blew.

The Xuan Iron Sword is the hardest of the three swords. Even the third-level treasure soldiers can compete with each other in terms of hardness. Leng Mo didn't believe this time, and he couldn't cut the rust sword in Qin Chen's hand.

Bang!

This sword is even more miserable!

The entire black iron sword was broken directly, and half of the sword body pierced into the ceiling on the second floor of Jubao Building, piercing the ceiling against each other.

Holding the half-cut sword, Leng Mo's face turned blue and white, and he completely became stupid.

"This is what you call a treasure soldier? If you don't admit it, you have to take it over and slap me in the face, why bother!"

Shaking his head, Qin Chen lifted the rust sword and blew it gently. There was no gap on the rust sword, and even the rust skin didn't fall off, and it was intact.

Carrying the rust sword, Qin Chen took Lin Tian and Zhang Ying and left Jubao Tower quietly.

No one dared to stop him this time!

It was not until Qin Chen's figure completely disappeared that Master Yang and others suddenly woke up.

"That rust sword is absolutely extraordinary, it is a real magic weapon!"

Master Yang roared and had the heart to kill him.

I thought Qin Chen was so excited that he bet a rust sword, but he thought it was his attack, but who knew that this was the real magic weapon.

Even treasure soldiers like the Xuan Iron Sword can be cut off instantly, but even third-level treasure soldiers cannot do it, at least at level four or above.

My God!

If I had known this, no matter how it was before, I would have kept this sword!

Master Yang's heart is bleeding!
Chapter completed!