"Hall Master Liu, that's what I said, but I have already said that I will sell this thing, so how can I go back on my word again? In this way, in half a month, we will purchase a batch of gold ore, and the quality will be better than this.
The price is much better, and I will give you a 30% discount when the time comes." Zhao Guang was sweating anxiously, and tried his best to dissuade you.
"No, our promotion is coming soon. We urgently need some gold and iron essence to temper the spirit sword and re-forge the sword body to improve its material to improve the success rate of promotion. We can't wait for half a month!" Liu Dao flicked his sleeves and said no.
A little room for negotiation.
"Mr. Wen, look at this..." Zhao Guang really had no choice but to look to Mo Wen for help.
Mo Wen pondered for a long time and said, "Shopkeeper Zhao, let me know when the next batch of ore arrives."
Zhao Guang was stunned at first and then said overjoyed: "Thank you sir."
"Hall Master Liu, please take this piece of cold iron concentrate."
Liu Dao picked up the animal skin wrapped with cold iron and glanced at Mo Wen sarcastically before leaving: "What's the use of having better sword skills? If you don't practice spiritual swords, they are useless after all."
Mo Wen's hand suddenly clenched, and he looked at Liu Dao coldly, who responded with sarcasm without showing any weakness. Taking a deep breath, Mo Wen slowly loosened his clenched hand, but Liu Dao thought that Mo Wen was showing weakness.
He laughed and went downstairs.
"Master Wen..." Zhao Guang called softly from the side.
Mo Wen collected his thoughts, his face was as calm as water, and there was no trace of the humiliation he had just received: "Shopkeeper Zhao, remember to inform me next time you have gold ore like Hantie Concentrate in your building."
"I understand that I will inform you if there is any goods in the building." Zhao Guang nodded repeatedly.
Mo Wen turned around and wanted to leave, but a voice suddenly came from the stairs on the fourth floor: "Master Wen, stay here for now."
Mo Wen stopped and looked around, and saw a handsome young man walking over quickly. He bowed to Mo Wen and said in a deep voice: "My master has admired the young master for a long time. Please move to the fourth floor."
A meeting."
Mo Wen felt a chill in his body and took a closer look at the boy. The other person's chest was bulging and there was no Adam's apple on his throat. It was obvious that he was a woman wearing a boy's clothes. Mo Wen felt a little chill when he recognized the other person's identity.
Go, then frowned, he couldn't remember who else in Feishicheng would know him except Fang Rou, sister, brother and others.
"Who is your master?"
The young man looked at Mo Wen, his cheeks flushed slightly, he lowered his head and whispered: "Master, you will know when you see him."
Mo Wen's heart trembled when he saw the servant's daughter's shy behavior. After all, she was still at a young age. He coughed briefly and regained his composure: "Lead the way."
The fourth floor of the treasure building is not filled with rare treasures as expected. After all, as a high-level spirit sword master, every item traded is extremely valuable, and it is impossible to display it. Several simple pictures are displayed in the spacious hall.
The seats and tea table were filled with hot steam, elegant yet solemn. There was a corner door in each corner of the hall. Mo Wen's attempt to emit his spiritual sense was blocked by a mysterious force and he couldn't get in. Mo Wen checked it carefully before he recognized it.
The corner door and the surrounding walls are made of Shen Lingmu. Mo Wen had seen this kind of wood in a book that recorded rare and rare objects. The material contained a special kind of spiritual energy fluctuations that could block the spirit of the spirit sword master.
Feeling.
"Haha, Mr. Wen! At the banquet that day, I felt that Mr. Wen was a young hero and wanted to get acquainted with him for a long time. I took the liberty to invite you today. Please don't take offense." There was a thin middle-aged man with a three-inch rat beard sitting on the seat.
He took two steps to catch up and enthusiastically held Mo Wen's hands.
Seeing this person, Mo Wen was already alert. This person was Pang Guang, the treasurer of Feishi City, who was at the same table that day. It was not that he could not feel the tension between the local officials and the city lord of Feishi City, but he knew that he would not
He stayed here for a long time and faced this with an attitude of staying out of it, but now it seems that others don't want him to get his way.
"Master Wen, please take a seat." Pang Guang enthusiastically moved Mo Wen to his seat: "婄er, please serve tea to Master Wen."
The waiter nodded shyly and poured tea into Mo Wen's mouth. He looked like he was shy but still welcomed the tea. But at this time, Mo Wen's heart had calmed down and he no longer looked at this girl disguised as a man. Facing the
Despite Mo Wen's indifference, the girl's face looked slightly sad, and there was a hint of disappointment deep in her bright eyes.
"Master Wen, have you ever gotten used to living in Feishi City?" Pang Guang asked with concern on his face.
Mo Wen had an expressionless face, staring straight at him with no intention of speaking.
Pang Guang laughed: "It seems that Mr. Wen likes straightforward people, so Ben Dianku won't beat around the bush."
Pang Guang said, tapping his palm twice, a corner door on the left side of the hall was pushed open with a creak, and a man shrouded in black came out dragging a tray.
Mo Wen's pupils shrank, not because of the strong aura of the man in black, but because of a half-fist-sized piece of dark metal on the tray! The rich golden aura deeply stimulated all the cells in Mo Wen's body.
Dark iron! Dark iron can only be bred from thousands of years of cold iron concentrate! This is an extremely advanced sword-making material that can be used to refine top-grade spiritual swords and even top-grade spiritual swords.
"This piece of black iron ore was originally a consignment from me at the Cangzhen Building. Since Mr. Wen needs such items, I will give it to him." Pang Guang said with a smile.
Mo Wen looked away from the tray, looked at Pang Guang intently, and after thinking for a long time, he said, "What do you want in exchange?"
"Haha, it is indeed easiest to deal with smart people. I am here just to convey an idea to the young master on behalf of my colleagues in Feishicheng." Pang Guang paused and said seriously: "What the city lord can give to the young master, we can also give to the young master.
Even more than what the Lord of the City has given me. As long as the young master is willing to cooperate with us, Mr. Xuantie can have as much as he wants, and..."
Pang Guang didn't say any more, because Mo Wen was gently hugged on the back, with two firm and full balls pressing deeply against his back, and the warm breath on his neck was lingering in his mind.
"You can have as many beauties as you want." Pang Guang laughed with a look that everyone understood.
The sword energy in Mo Wen's body swayed slightly, and he pushed away the girl named Wei'er who was holding him behind him. He stood up slowly under the suspicious eyes of the other party: "I accept your kindness, and I won't bother you anymore since it's getting late today.
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Pang Guang's face changed. He didn't expect that the young man in front of him would not be tempted at all in the face of such a huge temptation. He said with a gloomy face: "Master Wen is not going to cooperate with us?"
Mo Wen glanced at him: "I'm not interested in the conflict between you and the city lord. I will leave in a month. I hope you won't disturb me."
"Humph!" Pang Guang snorted coldly and said in a conspiratorial manner: "Wen Mo, don't think that you are great because you have the skills of a super first-class swordsman. In Feishi City, your strength is only mid-range at most. If you hadn't learned it from the city master,
Do you think Bendianku will talk nonsense to you here about your identity? The fourth floor of Zangzhen Building is not for you to come and leave whenever you want!"
Mo Wen looked at Pang Guang who had torn away his disguise and asked calmly: "What do you want?"
Pang Guang sneered: "The fourth floor of Cangzhen Building is where we receive gold medal guests and high-level spirit sword masters. You secretly sneaked into the fourth floor of Cangzhen Building to steal black iron. What else can you say this time?
Can you tell?"
Mo Wen narrowed his eyes and tried his best to suppress the murderous intention in his chest: "Will anyone believe your words of confusing right and wrong?"
Pang Guang sneered again and again: "There is no need for others to believe it, as long as we believe it, even if we kill you on the spot, the city lord's palace will have nothing to say."
Following Pang Guang's words, four strong spiritual energy fluctuations appeared in the four corners of the hall, each of which was not weaker than Liu Dao, the master of Feishicheng Sword Master Hall, and even one of them was far beyond it.
Mo Wen looked around and saw a sword-wielding man wearing a bamboo hat appearing in each of the four corners of the hall. The Qi machine locked him firmly. Three were fifth-level and one was sixth-level. Mo Wen made a judgment through comparison.
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Such a huge lineup would probably be able to defeat an ordinary super-class swordsman without any help, but unfortunately they were facing Mo Wen, who could instantly kill a seventh-level spirit swordsman!
"Mr. Wen, you are a smart man. There are only two ways in front of you now. You should know which way to choose." Pang Guang took a sip of tea happily, looking like he was sure of victory.
Mo Wen seemed not to notice the four spirit sword masters who suddenly appeared in the hall, and said calmly: "What if I want to choose the third way?"
Pang Guang almost choked his throat as he took a sip of tea. He looked at Mo Wen with a strange look, as if he were looking at a madman. A small, super-class swordsman faced four spiritual swordsmen with strength above the fifth level.
Being so arrogant, what else is he to say but a lunatic?
"Okay, okay!" Pang Guang laughed angrily: "Since you are so ignorant of current affairs, don't blame Bendianku for being ruthless!"
"I picked on his tetsuji!"
Upon hearing the order, a fifth-level spirit sword master raised his hooded head slightly, and released a strong wave of sword energy from his body, which combined with the spiritual power of the spirit sword at his waist, spurred his body forward, and appeared in an instant.
Don’t ask beyond the three feet in front of you.
Choking!
A sharp incandescent sword energy burst out, like a waterfall, and slashed at Mo Wen with great arrogance. But just when the sword energy barely touched Mo Wen's body, the sword energy stopped abruptly and slowly dissipated.
In the air, a silver-white sword blade was exposed. The long sword was pointed at Mo Wen's body but he didn't dare to move because a sharp sword tip was pressed against his throat, and the owner of the sword tip was the man in front of him who had a super first-class sword.
A swordsman boy.
The fifth-level spiritual sword master wore a hat on his head, so his expression could not be seen clearly, but from the chin exposed under the mask, a drop of sweat slowly slid down along the tip of the sword, and you could understand the mood of this fifth-level spiritual sword master.
There was deathly silence in the entire hall. The three spirit sword masters who had not taken action pressed their hands on the hilts of their swords at the same time. Pang Guang also opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth like a drowning fish. This scene before him completely overturned the original situation.
Cognizant, a fifth-level spiritual swordsman can't even take a sword from a swordsman! This is too unbelievable. You must know that the strength of the fifth-level sword is already quite strong, and a thousand catties of force can be easily applied to the body.
Shocked, not to mention the sword in the hand of an ordinary person?