Deacon Liang was not surprised. After all, no one could carry 50,000 taels of gold with them. Bartering was common in high-level transactions.
"Yes, but you have to pay 90% off the market price."
Mo Wen didn't care about this condition. He took off the backpack that wrapped the sword diagram from behind, opened a small opening at the top, stretched out his hand and pulled out the contents. Of course, what he pulled out was not the sword diagram, but was taken out temporarily from the sword bag.
A high-quality spiritual sword.
"This is a top-grade, medium-grade spiritual sword. Is it enough to offset the price?"
Deacon Liang was stunned and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but the suppressed spiritual pressure and thick spiritual energy fluctuations on the spiritual sword could not be faked at all!
"Little brother, are you kidding?" Deacon Liang said with some disbelief.
Spirit swords are the lifeblood of a spirit sword master. It is impossible to sell one's spirit sword until one is desperate, unless the spirit sword is not one's own.
"Can this spirit sword be worth the price?" Mo Wen continued to ask.
Only then did Deacon Liang confirm that Mo Wen was not joking. He quickly took the spirit sword from Mo Wen and held it tightly in his arms. Even he had never been so enthusiastic about the concubine he had just taken.
"Young Master Mo!" He Lianbo's eyes turned red in anger. What a top-grade and medium-grade spiritual sword! His heart trembled just thinking about it, but it was sold at such a low price?
A high-grade and medium-grade spiritual sword is worth more than 50,000 taels of gold, but Mo Wen doesn't care. These low-grade spiritual swords are just a piece of scrap metal on him. There are still many swords in the sword bag that he has no chance to deal with.
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Seeing that Mo Wen insisted on doing this, He Lianbo stopped trying to persuade him. When he saw Deacon Liang's face smiling like a chrysanthemum, he wanted to step on him.
Deacon Liang also simply ordered his subordinates to hand over the demon pet.
"Little brother, this is the animal beast card. If you put a drop of your blood on it, this Cloud Leopard will be under your control for life."
Finally, Deacon Liang handed over a delicate dark metal iron plate. Mo Wen's eyes flashed, and there was a strange color in his eyes, because the inside of this small iron plate was engraved with forbidden formation spiritual patterns that did not belong to the secular world!
Mo Wen calmly took the metal plate and, according to what Deacon Liang said, he squeezed a drop of blood from his finger and dripped it on it.
The blood blended into the iron plate silently, and a weak wave of spiritual soul suddenly flowed into his own Yuanling along an unknown trajectory, and was connected with his own Yuanling.
"Roar--"
A low roar sounded, and the originally calm Clouded Leopard in the iron cage suddenly became restless, its sharp claws scratching the steel plate of the iron cage, sparks flying everywhere.
Mo Wen noticed that a simple spiritual pattern lit up on the forehead of this clouded leopard, echoing the spiritual pattern on the iron plate in Mo Wen's hand.
So that's it, Mo Wen soon understood the secret of this iron beast card. In fact, the principle is very simple. This is a kind of restraint method, and it is a relatively rare and mysterious soul restraint among the restraints. Of course, the divine soul restraint in this war beast card
Very low-level, not even a complete forbidden spirit pattern, just a residual pattern. The power is also very limited. It is easy to get rid of this kind of restriction with the soul power of high-level monsters. It is no wonder that Jin can only tame low-level monsters.
beast.
Looking at the beast-fighting card in his hand, Mo Wen had another thought in his mind. With the power of the deduction of the Yanxing Divine Forbidden City, there is a great chance that the soul-forbidden remnant pattern can be restored. Of course, this will take a long time and cannot be accomplished overnight.
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If there is a chance to deduce this soul-forbidden spirit pattern completely, I wonder how powerful it is and what level of monster beasts it can restrain? The scene of controlling thousands of high-level monster beasts can't help but appear in my mind. At that time,
Is there any place in the world that I can’t go to?
He smiled to himself, it seemed that he was also a little hysterical.
He put away the iron plate casually and looked at the iron cage containing the Cloud Leopard. Several spirit sword masters from the Spirit Beast Studio were opening the iron cage to release the Cloud Leopard. Soon, this level six monster emerged from the iron cage.
He jumped out and roared to the sky, seeming to be celebrating his regained freedom.
After venting the frustration in his heart, the Flash Cloud Leopard finally began to pay attention to the hateful two-legged monkeys around him. A fierce light flashed in the leopard's eyes, and he rushed towards the nearest Spirit Beast Sword Master, leaving him in place at such a fast speed.
A phantom.
However, no matter how fast the Cloud Leopard was, it could not think faster than it could think. Mo Wen had a thought, and the sixth-level monster, which had just been arrogant, let out a wail and collapsed to the ground, with its whole body twitching like a spasm.
This was the effect of the soul-barring remnants of the beast card. Mo Wen's drop of blood connected the soul-barring to his own mind, and he could control the soul-barring to activate with just a thought.
"Little brother, wait a moment. The saddle covers will be delivered soon. Is there anything else you need?" Deacon Liang looked extremely attentive after completing this big business.
"No." Mo Wen shook his head slightly.
A quarter of an hour later, the people from the Spirit Beast House took out the specially made saddle and put it on the back of the Cloud Leopard.
"Brother Helian, thank you for your guidance. We will see you later." Mo Wen rode up the clouded leopard on the mountain and bowed his hand to Helian Bo.
Helianbo quickly returned the gift: "See you later."
Mo Wen patted the leopard's head, and the cloud leopard howled loudly and carried Mo Wen, turning into an afterimage and disappearing...
Jiangzhou, Zhujian Villa.
In the meeting hall, all the senior officials of the Mo family gathered together. Everyone frowned with a dark look.
A seventh-level middle-aged spirit swordsman glanced at everyone and said solemnly: "It has been almost a month, and there is still no news from the young village master and the others. I'm afraid..."
"Mo Ling! Don't talk nonsense! The young master's strength is unfathomable. Even the ninth-level spirit sword master is no match! How could something happen? I think something must have happened and I can't escape." Sitting on the third floor.
Mo Yu, who was in this position, immediately scolded.
"But it has been so long, why don't you send a message to the Villa first? And there is news from Mist City that the Young Villa Master and the others have not been seen coming out of the swamp." Another sixth-level Spirit Sword Master said softly.
Everyone fell silent and involuntarily turned their attention to Mo Tian, who was sitting at the head.
Mo Tian originally had his life essence depleted due to the forced practice of the "Burning Heart" secret technique. Now, after being nursed back to health by the earth-breeding fire lotus seeds and ten thousand-year-old warm jade that Mo Wen found, the lost life essence has been gradually replenished, and his complexion has returned to normal.
She has become rosy and all her white hair has turned black, making her look even younger than her actual age.
At this moment, Mo Tian's face was equally gloomy, but there was more pain in that gloom than the others. He glanced at everyone and said in a low voice: "Young master, let it go first. Now we have to deal with the difficulties in front of us first."
past."
Mo Tian paused and continued: "At present, the outpost cavalry of the Yan State army has appeared near Li City, which is only a thousand miles away from our Jiangzhou City. All the city lords in Jiangzhou are sending reinforcements to support us, and our Sword Making Villa is also
I can’t stay away, so I decided to dispatch a volunteer battalion composed of Mo family children to go to support, what do you think?”
"What the village owner said is true. Now that the Yan Kingdom is approaching the city, if our Zhujian Villa doesn't do something to express it, won't others think that we are greedy for life and afraid of death?"
"How can the eggs be destroyed when the nest is overturned? Now that the enemies have arrived at our doorstep, it is our duty at the Sword Making Villa!"
Mo Tian nodded: "Okay, I'll give you three days to recruit disciples from all branches. The number is set at five hundred, and the minimum strength is limited to third-level spirit sword masters. In addition, tell them that all the people participating in the volunteer camp this time will be
They will be rewarded with one bottle of high-grade wound medicine, three bottles of medium-grade wound medicine, and one thousand taels of silver. When they come back, the Burning Sky Sword Art will open the first six levels for them, and give everyone a chance to choose the spiritual sword again."
Many people below secretly smacked their lips. This time the owner of the village really spent a lot of money, and the money was secondary. There were 500 bottles of high-grade wound medicine, 1,500 bottles of medium-grade wound medicine, and it was estimated that the elixirs in the warehouse of the Sword Making Villa were
The storage will be emptied to the tune of 7788.
Night, somewhere in a room.
"Yu'er, this time you will also go out with the army." Mo Xu said softly to the young man sitting opposite.
Mo Yu lowered his head and responded softly. But the middle-aged man in Jin clothes beside him was not happy: "Father! How can you let Yu'er go to such a dangerous battlefield? I don't agree!"
Mo Xu glared and shouted angrily: "You don't have the right to speak in this matter!"
"He is my son! Why don't I have the right to speak? Anyway, I just don't agree!" the middle-aged man said with a frown.
Mo Xu stared at him for a while, and finally sighed: "Xin'er, do you think that as a father, you are willing to let your grandson go to danger? But the current situation is no longer up to our choice. Since the village owner left seclusion and the young village owner returned, we are no longer here.
The position of this lineage. Although the owner of the village is magnanimous and does not pursue it, all the lines have tacitly kept a distance from us. If this continues, sooner or later our lineage will be excluded from the decision-making level of the Mo family and become family slaves."
Moxu paused for a moment, with an indescribable loneliness on his face. Back then, he had ambitious plans to replace his family and become the master of Sword Forging Villa, but now all his dreams have come to nothing.
"I asked Yu'er to go to the battlefield firstly to gain experience, and secondly to accumulate capital. After all, he is now nominally the second heir to the next owner of Zhujian Villa. As long as he doesn't make mistakes, he will one day go out to serve. By then, I will
Only then can I hand over the Outer Sword Hall to him."
The middle-aged man in brocade clothes looked gloomy and uncertain, but finally said nothing.
Mo Yu raised his head with a determined look on his face: "Grandpa, don't worry, my grandson will definitely live up to your hopes. The glory of our branch will be maintained by his grandson!"
Mo Xu nodded happily, with a hint of regret rising in his heart. If he hadn't been too eager for quick success, maybe Yu'er would have ascended to the position of owner of the village one day, but that was only if...
In a wilderness somewhere in Bazhou, Zhao State, more than a dozen figures were entangled together, and sword energy tens to hundreds of feet long crisscrossed, twisting the shrubs and weeds within a few miles into a mess.
More than a dozen people were obviously divided into two parties. One party had seven people, including one mid-stage sword master, two early-stage sword masters, and four young people who were still at the sword-raising level; while the other side had four people and one.
One is an old woman and the other is an old man, both of whom are in the early stage of the sword vein. The remaining two are only at the level of sword cultivation, one male and one female, both very young.
And the side of the four people was at an absolute disadvantage, being besieged by the seven people, and the situation was precarious.
"Why don't you, the remnants of the Demon Sect, be captured quickly? Your Great Elder has been ambushed at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains by our Heart Sword Sect and Light Sword Sect. Even the headmaster has abandoned the mountain and fled, like a lost dog! You, the Desire Sword Sect, are finished.
, now surrender and swear to sever ties with the Yujian Sect and join our Heart Sword Sect, there is still a chance of survival!" An old man with the strongest sword vein middle stage among the seven shouted loudly.
"Shut up! You despicable and shameless bastards! Besides plotting and scheming, what else can you do? Although we are demons, we don't even bother to associate with you!" The old woman who was besieged shouted angrily.
"Hmph! If you don't eat the toast, you will have to drink wine as a penalty! If you want to die so much, then we will make it happen for you!"
The old man waved his hand: "Kill them without holding back!"
The seven people's attacks immediately became several times more violent. Two young women who had not yet established the sword-raising realm screamed in agony. One was pierced by the sword light, and the other was cut in half.
The remaining old man, Ou Yuan, was about to burst into tears and roared sadly: "Hui'er! I'll fight with you, old lady!"
The old man's eyes were also red, and the two young men, a man and a woman, were their beloved disciples. They were not parents but children.
"The trapped beast still fights!" The old man in the middle stage of the Sword Vein snorted coldly. Although his eyes showed disdain, he still moved away a little. After all, people in desperate situations are the most terrifying.
Just when the seven people were forced to retreat by two early-stage sword masters, a huge white figure flashed through the dense bushes like a white lightning and suddenly appeared on the edge of the battlefield.dd