The turbulent undercurrent of Feishicheng had nothing to do with Mo Wen. He was just a passer-by temporarily staying in the City Lord's Mansion. On the morning of the next day, he pointed out several deficiencies in Fang Ping's Great Zhou Tianjian Jue and walked out of the City Lord's Mansion in the afternoon.
This is the first time I go out after arriving in Feishicheng.
Cultivation does not mean the longer it takes, the better. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth that a person's body receives every day is fixed and needs a period of time to digest. Otherwise, it will be useless no matter how much spiritual energy of heaven and earth is absorbed, and there will be a risk of going crazy. Don't ask.
Your body is special, but you cannot breathe in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth without restraint. Generally, your body will reach saturation after three hours of meditation. This period of time is usually done at night, and your free time during the day is still quite abundant.
But Mo Wen didn't go out for fun this time. Ever since he accepted the body cast by the mysterious swordsmith in the sword pool, his path was destined to be different from that of ordinary spirit sword masters. In addition to the normal refining of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth,
, those ancient spirit swords, the remnant sword, can also provide him with a source of strength. This time he went out to find clues to this kind of remnant spirit sword.
After releasing his spiritual sense, Mo Wen began to wander around. He mainly paid attention to the shops selling spiritual swords and some shops specializing in collecting ancient swords and antiques. Unfortunately, he looked at more than ten related shops in a row, but none of them were there.
Find what you are looking for.
In the blink of an eye, it was going west. Mo Wen sighed with some disappointment. Just as he was about to go back, he suddenly detected a weak special spiritual energy in his spiritual sense. It was different from the spirit of heaven and earth and the spiritual power of the spirit sword, but this spiritual energy made him
My body felt a sense of hunger, yes, it was hunger! Just like an alcoholic smelling the aroma of wine, all the cells in Mo Wen's body became active.
Mo Wen followed his feeling and looked around. He saw a luxurious four-story building called "Zhenzhen Building" in the center of the street. At the wide entrance, there were two pretty young swordsmen standing with swords.
After hesitating for a while, Mo Wen decided to go in and take a look. The subconscious thing that made his body hungry would be of great help to his future cultivation.
The two young swordsmen outside the Cangzhen Building did not stop Mo Wen, but bowed and saluted with sweet smiles.
Walking into the lobby on the first floor, I found that this place was no different from a general store selling armor and equipment, except that the items were more comprehensively classified and the scale was larger. I scanned the shelves displaying ordinary long swords, armors, medicines and other items, and there were no
I found what I was looking for, and in my spiritual perception, it was still above me.
Mo Wen glanced around the hall and found the stairs leading to the second floor in the corner. However, there were two big men holding swords standing at the entrance of the stairs. A dangerous aura came from them, and they were chasing the Black Wind Iron Guard!
The two guards, who were top-notch swordsmen, could indeed scare away most buyers, but they did not pose the slightest threat to Mo Wen, so he walked towards the stairs.
"Comers, stop here!" Two swordsmen stretched out their arms to block the entrance to the stairs. One of them looked at Mo Wen and said with a hint of contempt: "The second floor is an exclusive shopping place for spirit sword masters, but the guests should stop here."
Mo Wen was slightly stunned, no wonder none of the long swords on the first floor were spiritual swords, and most of the armors and medicines were low-grade. It turned out that all the good stuff was upstairs.
"Then how can I enter the second floor?" Mo Wen asked pleasantly without intending to break the other party's rules.
The swordsman's eyes became even more contemptuous: "As I said, the second floor is an exclusive shopping place for spirit sword masters. Of course, only spirit sword masters can go up there."
Mo Wen frowned slightly, but finally suppressed his displeasure and said, "Is there no other way?"
"Hey..." the swordsman sneered: "Of course there is. As long as you purchase goods worth more than ten gold in our store and become a bronze customer of our store, you will be eligible to enter the second floor. Of course, there is a simpler one,
Even if you defeat the two of us, no one will stop you from going up to the second floor."
"Is that so?" Mo Wen narrowed his eyes slightly. The two swordsmen's successive contemptuous attitudes aroused the anger in his heart. He thought that even though the young master of the Sword Forging Villa was disliked by others, he had never been so troubled by others.
, the left hand holding the sword involuntarily increased its grip.
"Asshole!"
Just when Mo Wen was about to have a fit, a shout suddenly came from upstairs, and a middle-aged man in a brocade robe quickly walked down the stairs, "Pah! Pah!" and slapped each of the two swordsmen.
"You bastards! How dare you stop the City Lord's swordsmanship training! Are you blind? Why don't you get out of my way!"
The two swordsmen did not dare to resist at all and obediently stepped aside.
At this time, the middle-aged man in brocade robes bowed slightly to Mo Wen, with a business-like smile on his face: "Master Wen, don't be offended. These two of my subordinates are ignorant of Mount Tai. If you are not qualified to enter the second
Lou, who else in Feishic City has that qualification?"
Mo Wen remained silent and watched the middle-aged man in brocade robes perform.
The middle-aged man in brocade robes did not take it seriously and continued: "I, Zhao Guang, are the shopkeepers of this Zangzhen Building. I owe you to Master Haihan for offending me. In addition, in order to compensate for the offense I just committed, I will make the decision."
, you can choose any one of the products on the second floor, and we will settle the bill at a 50% discount, and you will also enjoy a 30% discount when purchasing items from us in the future."
Mo Wen remained silent and followed Zhao Guang up to the second floor. The products on the second floor were indeed a higher level than those on the first floor. The long swords on display were all low-grade spiritual swords, and most of the armor medicines were mid- to high-grade. It was a pity, Mo Wen
I still haven't found what I'm looking for here, and that strange aura is still above my head.
Seeing Mo Wen glance at the items on the second floor with a lack of interest, Zhao Guang was also a little undecided: "But there are no products that Mr. Wen is satisfied with?"
Mo Wen nodded.
"Young master Wen, just tell us what you want. Our treasure house is the first in the south. There are semicolons in every city in the five states in the south. The products we sell can be said to be the most comprehensive in the Zhao Kingdom."
Mo Wen still didn't speak, but turned his attention to the stairs in the corner, which led to the third floor.
Zhao Guang's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. This kid was so greedy that he even decided to go to the third floor, where mid-level spirit sword masters trade. But thinking of the previous man's instructions, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and said:
"Since there is nothing that Mr. Wen is interested in on the second floor, let's go up to the third floor and take a look. We must satisfy Mr. Wen today."
On the third floor, the items on display were much sparser than those on the first and second floors. There were only a few medium and low-grade spirit swords, quite a few top-grade and top-grade armors, and many healing holy medicines. Mo Wen's eyes were soon attracted.
Go to the items displayed on a shelf.
It was a strange piece of metal, silver-white in color, like mithril, but definitely not silver, because the cold air overflowed from it, as if it contained a strange power, which was the strange aura that Mo Wen felt.
Cold iron concentrate!
Mo Wen recognized this item at a glance. It was a material for making a medium-grade or above spiritual sword. Every year, their Sword Forging Villa purchases a batch of cold iron concentrate for sword making.
Mo Wen looked strange. He didn't expect that the thing that made his body feel hungry was actually a piece of metal! Do you want to eat this iron lump? This is too ridiculous.
Involuntarily, Mo Wen walked towards the cold iron concentrate. Just as he stood in front of the wooden frame, a breath of the cold iron concentrate suddenly rushed into his body, attracted by his body's energy.
Mo Wen's expression became even weirder. He clearly felt that his body greedily absorbed the breath, and his body's strength actually increased slightly! Could it be that his body also needs the tempering of Jin Ying's energy like a spiritual sword?
?
Zhao Guang on the side breathed a sigh of relief. Although this piece of cold iron concentrate was valuable, it was far inferior to a finished mid-grade spiritual sword. He was really worried about Mo Wen choosing a mid-grade spiritual sword. Now that he saw Mo Wen
Asked if he was interested in this piece of cold iron concentrate, he felt so happy that he almost applauded.
"This piece of cold iron concentrate was just brought into the building two days ago. It has a net weight of thirty-four kilograms and nine taels of gold, and a market value of one hundred gold. Since Mr. Wen likes it, he only needs to pay fifty taels of gold to take it away.
"Zhao Guang said quickly from the side.
Mo Wen's eyes were stunned, and he felt bitter in his heart. He lowered his half-raised hand. It wasn't that he didn't want it, but he only had thirteen gold in his possession now. This was the reward that Fang Rou had paid him in advance after coming to Feishic City.
What kind of shrewd person is Zhao Guang? He immediately saw the clues and coughed lightly and said: "Master, you are a little short of money?"
Mo Wen glanced at him and nodded.
"This is not a problem at all. Master, you can take credit first, and it won't be too late to settle the account when you have enough money."
"Aren't you afraid that I will default on my debt?"
"Young master, you are joking. With your status, how can you care about such a small amount of money?" Zhao Guang laughed.
Mo Wen hesitated for a moment and finally said: "I will pay ten taels of gold first, and I will pay you back the remaining forty taels within a month."
"Okay, I'll have someone pack it up and send it to the city lord's palace." Zhao Guang seemed to have completed a big business, and with a glow on his face, he ordered his servants to pack up the cold iron concentrate.
"Slow down!" A slightly arrogant voice came from not far away.
Mo Wenxun looked around and saw a middle-aged man slowly walking towards him, releasing a strong wave of spiritual energy from the long sword at his waist.
Mo Wen's expression moved slightly. He knew this person. He sat at the same table at the city lord's reception banquet a few days ago. It was Liu Dao, the master of the Feishi City Sword Master Hall. He was a fifth-level spiritual swordsman and was about to enter the sixth level.
level, the spiritual sword used is a mid-grade, mid-level spiritual sword.
Liu Dao walked up to the two of them with his head held high, glanced up at Mo Wen and said to Zhao Guang: "Shopkeeper Zhao, I want this piece of cold iron concentrate, one hundred taels of gold."
As he spoke, he took out a golden ticket from his arms and handed it over. Zhao Guang looked embarrassed: "Hall Master Liu, aren't you making things difficult for me? I have already sold this thing to Mr. Wen, how can I collect your money again?"
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"Shopkeeper Zhao, what you said is wrong. Wen Jiaoxue has not paid the full price for this item, so the transaction is not completed. The one with the higher price will naturally win the bid. If Mr. Wen feels dissatisfied, he can offer a higher price than the one below."
Liu Dao glanced at Mo Wen, with a hint of contempt in his eyes. Super-class swordsmen were indeed unattainable for ordinary people, but as a fifth-level spiritual swordsman, he didn't care at all. The fifth-level spiritual swordsman's
Strength can completely suppress a top-notch swordsman, and skills cannot make up for it.dd