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The golden spirit sword that the young monk was interested in was one of these low-level flying swords. When Xu Xiaochen saw the expression of the young monk, he couldn't help but remember that he was the same back then. He was very happy because of a ninth-grade flying sword. Even when his cultivation level was lower, even the Cold Iron Sword made him very moved.

Xu Xiaochen remembered the past and looked at the young monk again, and couldn't help feeling a little kind. He secretly decided that if the young monk could provide him with useful information or help, he would give the young monk a little benefit, and treat it as the labor reward that the young monk deserves.

"Young Master has good eyesight. This golden spirit sword is the pinnacle of the nine-grade Taoist weapon. It is a masterpiece of Zhang Xiaodao, one of the fire-burning boys of Ouyang Chun, the first sword refining master in the city. It has great power and style magical martial arts. It is the most suitable for a dragon among people like Young Master. After the young master bought this golden spirit sword, he will definitely be able to successfully join the Tianyang Sect in a few days and become an outer disciple of the Tianyang Sect. The future is unlimited. Everyone respects and worships it, and can glorify the ancestors. It is really enviable and jealous. In the future, the stall business will rely on the young master to take care of it."

The stall owner, a fat monk with a fat head and ears at the first level of the Dao Realm, had a false smile on his face, smiled and didn't laugh, and kept talking, spitting everywhere.

As he spoke, the fat man also picked up a gorgeous and mighty ninth-grade medium-grade golden sword on the stall. A golden talisman paper was pasted on the sword, indicating that the sword had not been used after it was refined, and it had no wear or consumption. It was not a second-hand product or stolen goods.

There are three big characters written on this talisman paper, the Golden Spirit Immortal Sword

"The style is indeed majestic and gorgeous, and its fame is also grand, but it is flashy." Xu Xiaochen couldn't help but feel funny when he saw the four big words of the Golden Spirit Sword and listened to the fat monk's introduction.

However, after hearing the fat monk's words, the young monk looked at the Golden Spirit Immortal Sword carefully, and his face turned red and seemed quite excited. I don't know if it was praised or if I really thought the Golden Spirit Immortal Sword was good.

"Boss, how do you sell this Golden Spirit Immortal Sword in the expensive stall? After talking for a long time, you didn't offer a price." The young monk said humbly.

"It is the honor of the stall to be able to sell swords to the young master. Just make friends with the young master, only 89th grade spirit stones." The fat monk stopped talking, was generous and heartbroken, and seemed to have made a great decision and suffered a lot of losses.

"Uh, this seems to be too expensive, right? I really want this Golden Spirit Fairy Sword. When I join the Tianyang Sect in the future, I will visit your stall of the boss. Can I sell it to me at a cheap price?" The young monk was slightly surprised, and the flush on his face instantly faded away, but he was sobered by the price and calmed down.

"Then how much do you say?" the fat monk also calmed down and said.

"I only have 300 ninth-grade spirit stones, but I finally accumulated them." The young monk said.

"Three hundred? Almost not even enough cost. Go, go. Don't disturb me from doing business. At such a price, private sales are almost the same." The fat monk's face turned cold and he waved impatiently.

"What private sale?" the young monk said with his eyes.

"I don't know about private sales? I really don't know. No wonder I wanted to buy my Golden Spirit Fairy Sword with a mere 39th-grade spirit stone, which made me so happy that I wasted a lot of saliva. The so-called private sales are trading privately, or trading in the black market. In that way, there is no need to pay high taxes to the Tianyang Sect, so it is cheaper." The fat monk said disdainfully.

"So that's it. But it seems very dangerous?" said the young monk.

"Of course, if you want to be cheap, what's the point of taking some risks? Brother, you don't have the courage. With your little spirit stone, you can't buy a decent Taoist weapon. After a few days of selection, there will definitely be no hope. Forget it, why do I tell you about these things? You'd better leave quickly. Don't block here, my guests will be blocked by you." The fat monk said with a gloating smile.

"How about our private transactions, boss? I believe you, and I am not afraid of danger. As long as I can join the Tianyang Sect and become an outer disciple, I dare to take any risks." The young monk hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth, set up a soundproof ban, and tried hard to lower his voice.

"You are not afraid of danger, but I am still afraid. Who knows if you are pretending to be simple, but you actually want to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. You can kill me and steal my sword while you are unintentionally unavailable. Besides, if you are discovered by people from the Tianyang Sect, my stall will be finished, and even all my property may be confiscated, my cultivation may be abolished, or I may be executed." The fat monk shook his head and said.

"Boss, please help me. I will not treat you badly in the future. I am a member of the Liang family in the east of the city. This is my identity token. If you don't believe it, you can go and ask. I will never do anything to kill people and seize treasures. Besides, I am not your opponent to the boss. Isn't it?" The young monk took out a token made of black iron and begged.

"Okay. It's getting late anyway, so I should go back. The business is not very good today. You are still a member of the Liang family and a prominent family in this city. It's more reliable. I'll give you a promise. But remember, don't mention this matter to anyone else after the transaction. I won't admit it even if you mention it." The fat monk looked at the token carefully, hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed.

"That's great, thank you, boss. I, Liang Feng, can swear blood, and I will never disclose this matter, and I will treat you as my great benefactor." The young monk was overjoyed when he heard this. If it weren't for the fear of being heard by other monks, he would almost shout and cheer.

"I'm so ignorant. In my opinion, the fat monk's eyes flashed. He obviously didn't tell the truth. He probably wanted to steal Liang Feng's ninth-grade spirit stone."

Xu Xiaochen shook his head slightly when he saw it, but Xu Xiaochen did not go up and interfered, but decided to observe it quietly. After all, Xu Xiaochen was not very sure, the fat monk was just malicious. Of course, if the fat monk wanted to kill Liang Feng, since Xu Xiaochen had encountered it, Xu Xiaochen would not mind doing a good thing.

Since flying is prohibited in the city, the fat stall owner collected the stall, then made it easy for Liang Feng to chat, used the Fenghuang technique, and walked out of the nearest city gate and came to the deserted wilderness.

Xu Xiaochen followed the two of them in a swagger, but the space around him was randomly twisted by Xu Xiaochen. Neither of them could see Xu Xiaochen following, nor could they notice Xu Xiaochen's breath.

"This is the Golden Spirit Immortal Sword." The fat monk stopped in a dense forest, looked around for a while, and then he decided that there was no one. He then took out the Golden Spirit Immortal Sword.

"This is a 39th-grade spirit stone." Liang Feng said even more nervously.

"Okay, the deal is done, the sword belongs to you, the spirit stone belongs to me. Let's leave here, I'll leave first, you can wait a little longer before leaving." The fat monk took the spirit stone and put it away, handed the sword to Liang Feng, and then used the Fenghuang Technique to leave the woods, as if he was worried about attracting attention. It was not until several miles away that he dared to fly on the sword.

"This boss is such a good person."

Liang Feng nodded happily, playing with the Golden Spirit Immortal Sword with love, and then unveiled the seal on the Golden Spirit Immortal Sword and couldn't wait to refine the Golden Spirit Immortal Sword.

"I actually read it wrong. The fat monk is indeed not a bad person. It seems that my heart is a little dark." Xu Xiaochen looked at Liang Feng who was trying the sword and said to himself in confusion.

"ah"

At this moment, Liang Feng suddenly screamed, bleeding from his seven orifices, and fell to the ground.

"What's going on?"

Xu Xiaochen was slightly shocked, moved his body and appeared beside Liang Feng, but saw Liang Feng bleeding in his seven orifices, and his breath was gone, and then he turned into a pool of blood.

"Damn it, this sword is poisonous. I didn't even think that I thought that the fat monk wanted to kill people. He must have fought with Liang Feng's flying sword with higher cultivation, but forgot that the most terrifying thing in the world is not strength, but conspiracy." Xu Xiaochen said in a frightened voice.

Although Xu Xiaochen was a murderer, he was not a cold-blooded person. Seeing Liang Feng, who was so happy just now, died so miserably under his nose, Xu Xiaochen felt very upset and guilty.

Xu Xiaochen activates the true dragon spirit eyes, and the silver light flashed slightly in his eyes. He immediately saw clearly that there was a poison called Huagu San in the Golden Spirit Sword. Liang Feng used his magic power to refine his sword. He was invaded by the poison and was poisoned too deeply. He died in an instant, and even the corpse turned into blood.

In anger, Xu Xiaochen grabbed the sword in the air, held the Golden Spirit Immortal Sword in his hand, and squeezed it hard and burst it out. Even the poison in it was turned into nothingness.

Xu Xiaochen did not leave, but his eyes flashed and he disappeared again. He knew that the fat monk would definitely come back to gain something. Sure enough, after a while, the fat monk rushed over excitedly.

"Hey, that kid has indeed turned into blood, but why is the Golden Spirit Poison Sword not there? Well, I know, it must have been put into the storage bag by the kid before he died."

The fat monk was slightly startled, then smiled again.

"die"

At this moment, there was a rippling rippling in the space, Xu Xiaochen appeared out of thin air, looked at the fat monk coldly, slowly raised his hand, and bluffed his five fingers and grabbed the frightened fat monk into a void.

"So that's it. This fat monk has killed people like this more than once. Unfortunately, there seems to be not many useful things in the memory of the fat monk." Xu Xiaochen closed his eyes, as if feeling something.

"Master, your soul searching technique is becoming more and more pure. But you don't have to be angry about such little people. They are just ants. It's great if you die. Master, you just happened to replace the young monk and participate in the selection of outer disciples of the Tianyang Sect in a few days." At this moment, Longhun Chi Lian sent a voice.

"Well, although I don't agree with your point of view, your proposal is indeed good. Doing so can save a lot of trouble." Xu Xiaochen nodded slightly.
Chapter completed!