"You...humph, okay, a deal of 1,500 taels!" Ma Jianhong finally knew how to raise his head and stopped the loss in time. Although he was angry, he had to accept this result.
The two swords were suppressed by Murong Bai's price, and the following few swords did not receive high praise. In an hour, they only bought four swords, which cost less than ten thousand taels of silver.
A new sword master has arrived at Tianjian Tower. Every sword that is eye-catching is the news spread among the sellers in the sky. People were curious about the mysterious master, and they couldn't help but worry. With such a person, the price today will definitely be low again and again. Many people in the audience are reselling swords here to sell, and they may lose money if they are not careful.
Just as people were talking about Murong Bai's actions, a strange man walked into the sky and walked upstairs without looking at the door.
Seeing this, the disciple of Tianjian Tower by the stairs hurriedly stopped him. Seeing the ordinary man, he couldn't help but look at him a little more contempt.
"Hey, are you here to sell your sword? Do you have a certificate and go upstairs? Take out your sword and let me see it."
The man silently took out a short sword and handed it to the disciple. The scabbard was simple and elegant, and looked good in quality. The disciples of the Tianjian Tower were responsible for the safety of the sword-grade conference for many years. Under the influence of the eyes, they had some experience in the sword-grade competition. Seeing that the scabbard was like this, they did not dare to be negligent. They thought they would not really encounter a good sword, but when they drew their swords and unsheathed them, the next scene surprised them again.
I saw that the scabbard contained a rusty short sword. This was not the most important thing. The sword was incomplete. There was a huge gap in the middle of the sword body, and the gap was not neat, as if it was corroded by rust.
"Are you playing with us?" The disciple of Tianjian Tower angrily threw the short sword back to the man and cursed: "Get out of here with such a broken thing, hurry up and get out of here!"
The man silently inserted the dagger back to his waist, turned around and walked out honestly, without saying a word from beginning to end.
It was not until he left the heavenly residence that the man suddenly woke up and muttered to himself:
"Who am I? What am I doing just now? Where am I going?"
He accidentally lowered his head and saw the short sword around his waist. His thoughts seemed to be picked up by something. The man covered his head with a painful expression.
"Big Niu, why are you here?"
A clear female voice rang behind the man. The man turned around in confusion and saw a delicate girl pouting and complaining to herself:
"I just bought a box of rouge, why did you disappear? It made me look for it very hard. Didn't I say that I would let you stay outside the door honestly?"
The man named Big Bull was confused by the girl's eyes. He looked at the girl and felt familiar and unfamiliar.
"Are you... Xiangxiang?"
"Oh, you forgot me again." The girl sighed helplessly, walked over and took the man's arm, stretched out her green jade fingers, and pointed the man's temple.
"When will your absent disease be better? If it is not good for you, you will not be called a scammer."
With the girl's voice, the man's expression gradually returned to a little clear: "Yes, I'm a lost soul. I'm here to kill someone."
"Remember?" the girl asked with her head tilted, "Who should I kill?"
"Kill...kill a man named Xue Haiya."
"Yes!" The girl clapped her hands happily, "Big Niu, you must not forget this matter in the future, and you must not leave me and let me not find it, otherwise I will never want you again."
"good."
The girl glansed at the short sword inserted between the man's waist and was shocked: "Why is this exposed? Big Bull, please put it away quickly. This is a secret weapon against Xue Haiya. It can only be taken out when killing Xue Haiya!"
"good."
After sorting out everything, the girl held the man's arm and jumped into the crowd. Several vendors had been watching them curiously, but as the girl and the man disappeared, the vendors immediately collapsed to the ground like dementia. After a long time, they were woken up, but they could not remember what they had seen and done before.
...
After Li Xin'an left the Blood Clothes Hall, he turned left and right according to the address given to him by Tang Ying. This was the former site of Yizhou City, but with a big earth, the original Yizhou City became a ruin. People built a new city on the ruins, but due to Feng Shui reasons, they avoided part of the west. Over time, weeds were overgrown here and wild animals appeared from time to time.
Tang Feng and Tang Ying lived here temporarily. Li Xin'an came to this ruin and shouted loudly:
"Miss Tang, I'm here, please show up."
A crisp female voice suddenly resounded behind her: "You are the only one?"
Li Xin'an turned around, looked at Tang Ying with a cautious look on her face, and smiled and said, "Who else do Miss Tang hope I will bring?"
"Murong Bai."
Tang Feng also appeared behind Li Xinan like a ghost at this moment, and Yinjiu said, "Why isn't he with you?"
"He has something to do, let's leave first."
Li Xinan said slowly, "You didn't get any advantage under Murong Bai's hands, right? I advise you not to treat this matter as a shame. Bai Mutou gave you a high evaluation, which is rare."
"So I have to be grateful to him, right?" Tang Feng sneered, "You all respect Murong Bai as a god, but I, Tang Feng, insisted on fighting him!"
"I don't mean that." Li Xinan sighed helplessly, "Bai Mutou is about to break through the first grade. Even if you make rapid progress, you will only be the same as he was half a year ago."
Tang Feng's expression was a little stiff. Murong Bai's progress was a thousand miles a day, which made him somewhat disappointed. However, even if he was lost, he still had to compete with Murong Bai again. On the one hand, it was to avenge the humiliation of the day, and even if he lost, he had to take revenge. On the other hand, it was to better test his strength.
"Today, I'm dealing with the grudge between me and you, don't get involved with others." Tang Ying said coldly, "Li Xin'an, draw your sword."
"You can't use it simply by comparing swords, hidden weapons and poisons."
"Of course."
Li Xinan smiled and nodded: "Since that's the case, Miss Tang, offended me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Xin'an suddenly drew his sword, Tang Ying quickly came forward, the two trembled together, and Tang Feng just watched coldly. This was a matter between the junior sister and Li Xin'an, and he didn't need to intervene.
Li Xin'an felt the progress of Tang Ying's swordsmanship at this moment, which was completely different from half a year ago. If Tang Ying was just an ordinary third-grade in Li Xin'an's eyes, then now, Tang Ying's strength is enough to be ranked as the second-grade middle. Although it is only the entry-level level, it has only been half a year.
In half a year, Tang Ying crossed two grades, and her talent was so powerful that it can be seen. But it cannot be ignored that Tang Ying has put in so much effort in the past six months.
Li Xin'an dared not neglect. Tang Ying's offensive was fast, and every move was aimed at Li Xin'an's vitals. Despite this, this girl didn't know why, but she always regained some force at a critical moment to give Li Xin'an a chance to breathe. Could it be that this girl was really afraid that she could kill Li Xin'an?
Moreover, Tang Ying's sword technique is not like the sword technique she used half a year ago, which was passed down from the Tushenglou lineage. This sword technique is decisive and full of domineeringness. Li Xin'an is also short-sighted and knowledgeable, and has never seen such a sword technique.
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Chapter 406: Swearing to avenge your previous shame �