I don’t know how long it took, but in Chen Changsheng’s opinion, it had been a long time since the shopkeeper of Tianji Pavilion finally took his eyes off the scabbard and smiled at him.

Chen Changsheng didn't know if this had any profound meaning, so he could only hope that it wouldn't be.

The shopkeeper gently touched the scabbard with his hand and said with emotion: "Good thing."

Of course, Tang Sanshiliu knew that this scabbard was a good thing.

Any space magic weapon can become a treasure of the ordinary sect’s mountain gate.

Chen Changsheng's sword sheath was poured out of a sword mountain in the library, and it may not be all inside. From this we can imagine how huge the space inside is.

On the mainland, whether it is to identify the level of the cultivator or the quality of the magic weapon, Tianji Pavilion is undoubtedly the best choice, otherwise those famous lists would not have such great credibility. Tang Sanshiliu knew that this shopkeeper was visiting Wugui Jian, but he did not want to miss the opportunity to ask him to comment on the scabbard, and asked tentatively: "How good is it?"

The shopkeeper looked at him and said seriously: "Very good."

Chen Changsheng almost laughed a little when he heard this, and his nervousness eased a little. Tang Sanshiliu was very depressed, thinking that the big shopkeeper's shamelessness was as good as he was. He said annoyedly: "Can he be so good that he was included in the list of hundreds of instruments?"

He was originally angry, but the big shopkeeper's face became serious after hearing this. After thinking about it seriously, he shook his head.

Tang Sanshiliu was a little proud and a little disappointed.

However, at this moment, the shopkeeper said another sentence: "I remember that this scabbard has always been on the list of hundreds of weapons, so naturally there is no need to record it again."

The library became very quiet.

Tang Sanshiliu glanced at Chen Changsheng, and Mo Yu glanced at Jianshe. Chen Changsheng didn't know where he should look.

"This is the Tibetan Feng." The big shopkeeper gently tapped the scabbard's fingers. Hearing the heavy but dull sound from the scabbard, he said with emotion: "I haven't seen it for more than 20 years."

Although Mo Yu had a little guess about this, his expression changed slightly and asked, "Is this the hidden edge I used to hide in the palace?"

The shopkeeper did not answer her immediately, but instead solemnly pulled the dagger out of the sheath.

Looking at the dagger, he said slowly: "If it weren't for the hidden sword, how could he tolerate this unparalleled sword?"

Many times, you can hear comments like Climb Wushuang, but if this comment comes from Tianji Pavilion, which is famous for its rigor, it is very unusual.

——This means that the sharpness of Chen Changsheng's short sword is really unparalleled in the world. Just by judging by sharpness, Tianji Pavilion does not think that there are any magical weapons in the world that can surpass it.

This short sword looks really ordinary. Chen Changsheng has never carefully maintained it, and even wiped it very little. However, it can be clearly seen that there is no dirt on the short sword's sword, and there is not even a single grain of dust. This sword has killed many people in Chen Changsheng's hands, and has been stained with a lot of blood, but cannot see the blood.

"The sword name is Wugui, it is Wugui." The shopkeeper said with emotion.

This short sword is too sharp, so the sword body is extremely smooth. Only in this way can one go beyond the fragrance of flowers, enter the world without causing trouble to the world, break through everything and not disturb everything without disturbing everything

Mo Yu looked at Chen Changsheng and asked, "What material is this sword made of?"

If you want to make a sword so sharp, in addition to the extremely high forging level, the most important thing is the material of the sword itself.

Only the tightest, hardest and most tough, and not afraid of high temperatures and cold can withstand the hardest temper.

Chen Changsheng shook his head. He really didn't know what material this short sword was made of, and then looked at the shopkeeper with Mo Yu and Tang Sanshiliu.

The shopkeeper shook his head and said with a cold voice: "This matter cannot be said, otherwise the thunder above the sky will move, and the fate of those who speak and those who hold the sword will be in great danger.

Tang Sanshiliu hated this mysterious charlatan style the most, and thought to himself that Tianji Pavilion just likes to pretend to be a god.

After watching the sword, the shopkeeper left the National Education Academy first, saying that he wanted to prepare for another change to the Hundred Artifacts List after many years.

Mo Yu did not leave. She looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "Zangfeng is the treasure of the palace. It was stolen by your master and you just took it with you like this. It seemed a bit inappropriate.

Chen Changsheng thought to himself that before today, only His Majesty the Pope saw the origin of his sword sheath. As long as you don’t have a place to promote it, what’s wrong?

"First of all, my master was the dean of the National Education College, the senior brother of His Majesty the Pope, and the orthodox descendant of the National Education Church. Even if he was to separate his property, he was qualified to get something from the palace."

He said, "Secondly, if you think it's inappropriate, I can go to the palace to return it to His Majesty the Pope today, and then ask him to give it back to me, but... don't you think this is an unnecessary move?"

Mo Yu looked at him like a stranger, raised his eyebrows and said, "Today your lyrics are more sharp than your sword... This is not like you usually do."

Chen Changsheng said: "Maybe it's because he sharpens his sword a lot recently."

Mo Yu knew that he was talking about the things that happened in front of the Tianguo Academy. After looking at him for a while, he said, "Yes, you are indeed much better than the previous few days.

He fought against the powerful men in the first realm of Juxing, and then he had to guide the freshmen to fight against opponents who were far stronger than theirs. Chen Changsheng said nothing wrong. This process was a bit hard, just like using countless large, small, round, and square stones to sharpen his sword. As long as the sword was not broken, it would inevitably become sharper and sharper.

From Tianshuling to Zhouyuan, and from Xunyang City to Kyoto, his situation, fortune and enlightenment during this period were constantly hammered and burned, and all the impurities were squeezed out, or burned into blue smoke and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the most essential part, which eventually turned into his own strength and cultivation, and would never be lost again.

Chen Changsheng has really become much stronger now. If he and the general Xue He and Liang Hongzhuang fight one more game at this time, there should be another chance of victory.

"But all this makes no sense."

Mo Yu looked at him and smiled calmly, "Because she is coming back."

"Everyone is telling me that she is coming back."

Chen Changsheng said seriously: "But actually, I think this doesn't make any sense."

Mo Yu said: "You are the future pope, and she will become a saint. If you lose to her, what kind of voice do you think will be there within the National Church?"

The matter involves the competition between the two factions of the state religion and the north and the south. Although Xu Yourong was born in Kyoto, the confrontation between the two sides has not been as fierce as before in recent years, Chen Changsheng knew that Mo Yu did not exaggerate. After being silent for a long time, he asked with a complicated emotion: "Does it have to be fought?"

(However, all this is useless - I almost wrote it out like this when I wrote the meaningless two sentences just now.)
Chapter completed!