However, Haikui knows that with his own economic strength, it is estimated that he can’t buy a flying sword. Even though he doesn’t have much contact with the fix true world, it seems that this magic weapon is extremely precious based on his previous hearing. Unless you have something good to change, you will have to get hundreds of thousands of millions of whatever is better.
Minstrel’s food standard specifications for guests are quite good, and it is delicious. I knew I had joined this Minstrel, but on second thought, Haikui estimated that he was also an outsider, and he was a handyman. Forget it. Wouldn’t it be more carefree to practice by himself?
At dinner, a disciple of Minstrel stood in the middle of the square carrying a big wooden sign, and then said loudly, "Dear predecessors, fellow travelers, this ten thousand exchange conference has a history of one hundred years. Today, it is an honor to be hosted by my Minstrel. Of course, the next protagonist is fellow travelers. You can sign up, or you can meet and have a competition by yourself. After dinner, you can sign up, or you can come to me to ask for it."
After he finished, he sat cross-legged and waited for everyone to sign up later.
This matter has little to do with Haikui. He just came to watch the excitement, and he was so happy that he could watch a reality show, the Fairy Sword Competition.
After dinner, many people went to sign up, which was different from Hai Kui’s imagination. Not only did they turn their heads and ask Nan Shiquan, "Uncle Nan, why do you think everyone is scrambling to sign up for a lesson?"
Nan Shiquan laughed and said, "This is a good opportunity to test your skills. Besides, this is a friendly match, and it won’t hurt you. Why not join in and exercise?"
"Then why don’t you sign up?"
Nan Shiquan looked at one direction. "I don’t need to sign up, someone will challenge me. Last time, I was defeated. It is estimated that I will find me again this time."
Haikui followed his eyes and saw a middle-aged man in his 40 s and 50 s, looking at Nan Shiquan, his eyes full of hostility.
Who said there would be no enmity in this exchange meeting? Isn’t this unfair? Haikui muttered to himself.
The next three days will be like this, every day is a competition, and people around you will watch and learn.
However, this is a friendly match, and no one will show off their unique skills to save their lives. Instead, they will show some beautiful fancy spells and show them. Hai Kui enjoyed it for two days just like watching a performance.
Every day after the exchange meeting, many people directly occupy a place in the square and take out what they want to exchange or sell, such as pills, magic weapons, laws and decisions. It’s just that as Hai Kui thought, most people use what they want to exchange, and some will sell it into RMB, but the high price of RMB makes Hai Kui feel like entering the sea.
A rotten elixir actually costs 200,000 yuan, a rotten flying sword actually costs 20,000 yuan, and a rotten royal sword actually costs more than 300,000 yuan. Robbery, if Lao Zi gets 1.8 million of these things, the richest man in the world is not himself.
Haikui looked at these guys selling things as if they were robbing, but he had no choice. In fact, he really wanted it, but he had no money, so he had to hack them hard in his heart.
Hai Kui also took a fancy to some flying swords. Although they may not be very powerful, they are flying swords. With flying swords and the skill of imperial swords, he can fly in the air. Unfortunately, for a diaosi, he can’t afford even the worst flying sword.
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Chapter 35 Learn from each other
Although I don’t have the ability to buy a flying sword, it’s not without gains to look at their training in the past two days, and I know a little about the secular distribution of people who cultivate immortality.
On the third day of the exchange meeting, the man who looked at Nan Shiquan with hostile eyes really challenged Nan Shiquan, and Nan Shiquan accepted the challenge with a smile.
After all, they are all decent at the front door, so they also know that they will abide by the rules and stop, and they are not afraid of each other. Both of them are standing in the middle of the field.
Nan Shiquan smiled and made a gesture of invitation to each other, and the middle-aged man across the street just nodded his head to indicate that he was ready.
Haikui is more expecting and excited than before. After all, Nanshiquan is the only one he knows well among the 100 people, so I expect him to dry up each other.
Will see the middle-aged man should make moves, his hands pushed forward one by one, and a air billow flew to the front of Nanshiquan, and Nanshiquan suddenly rushed up the monstrous flame under his side.
His control of the flame has reached the point of perfection, and the strength of the middle-aged man is now resisted by the force of the flame. Both of them are pushing the true qi and want to devour each other’s true strength.
Nan Shiquan’s fire has reached the state of mind-mind unity. Under the confrontation with him, with a wave of his right hand, pieces of fire leaves like maple leaves floated from the air and surrounded by middle-aged men. Tens of thousands of fire leaves emerged out of thin air, all of which were transformed by Nan Shiquan’s full strength.
The middle-aged man’s eyes shrank, and his mouth murmured. Suddenly, a hose appeared above his hands, and with a wave of his hand, the hose devoured the surrounding flames.
But there were too many flames, and the hoses were finally evaporated into water vapor under the high temperature of the flames and disappeared.
From his own point of view, Haikui felt that the middle-aged man would lose, because there were too many fires, and it was easy to see Nan Shiquan. The middle-aged man was already in a hurry, and he almost tried his best to resist the flames that rushed up from Nan Shiquan’s body.
"Brother Qiu, since the last time, I know that you must have practiced hard in order to beat me this time, but I didn’t stand still and kept practicing. This time, I’m afraid I let you down, or I’m better." Nanshiquan smiled and said to the middle-aged man.
The man surnamed Qiu frowned and didn’t answer him. His left hand now resisted, and his right hand retreated. A flying sword appeared between his hands, and his mouth was silent. Suddenly, his figure flashed and disappeared into the original place.
Nanshiquan has a dignified expression, and the flame outside the body instantly expands a circle.
"Good flying sword, so fast." A man beside Haikui said.
"This fire spell is really exhausting. I’m afraid Qiu Yuan wants to consume the skill of the surname Nan." Another person said.
"The cultivation of the two men is equal, but Lao Nan’s martial arts are overbearing and strong, and Qiu Yuan is better at some light skills." Someone is talking about it all the time.
The struggle between the two men has also entered a white-hot stage. The flame of the whole body in Nanshi has expanded to nearly five square meters, and the figure of Qiu Yuan keeps flashing. As soon as he appeared, a flame swept away, but he could not capture him.
After a while, Nanshi was all anxious and shouted, "Qiu Yuan, what’s the point of being evasive?"
"Stupid husband." Qiu Yuan’s voice came coldly, but ignored it, still flashing, looking for flaws in Nanshiquan.
Haikui toOK a sip lightly and whispered, "It’s just a discussion. It’s ok to have a good fight. What’s the point of being evasive?"
Next to him, there was a man in his early twenties who looked as old as Haikui. He glanced at Haikui and said, "Everyone has his own skills and expertise. Under the head-on conflict, Senior Qiu would not do such a stupid thing."
Hai Kuibai glanced at the boy next to him, ignored him, shut up and continued to watch.
Nanshiquan became more and more impatient in his heart, and when he saw that he was about to meet Qiu Yuan, he dodged in the past every time. In his heart, he was annoyed, and when he was impatient, he stamped his foot, his momentum broke out instantly, and the strength of Yuan Ying was instantly released by him, no longer suppressed.
"Brother Nan, go easy on me, it’s just a discussion." A middle-aged man who looks like Minstrel still has some identities warned loudly on the sidelines.
The southern world was full of momentum, and the flame outside soared several meters, and the bluestone was burned by the flame and reflected a dark red color.
QiuYuan didn’t show shape, but it was cold with a snort.
After Nan Shiquan broke out in Yuan’s infancy, Qiu Yuan’s figure could already be caught, but he still showed the ghosting in Nan Shiquan’s eyes with the speed of his magic weapon flying sword.
"Hum." Nanshiquan snorted coldly.
When my hand flashed, there was an extra flying sword, that is, the silver flying sword that flew with Haikui.
Holding the hilt in your right hand, the flame instantly climbed the whole flying sword and slowly began to dance the flying sword.
It looks like a solo dance, but every time he dances, a salamander appears in the air on the flying sword and flies straight into the sky. When Nan Shiquan dances for the hundredth time, a hundred salamanders quietly float in the air, waiting for Nan Shiquan’s next instructions.
"Mr. Nan Shiquan of Yanyang Sect is just learning, so it is unnecessary to consume such a powerful force of truth." Xiaoyao suddenly made a noise to remind.