A Billion Times Draw a Sword

It looks like tens of seconds.

All the five king-conferring warriors in the Treasure Pavilion have arrived, and there are dozens of marquis warriors, not only that... some guests who are buying and selling in the Treasure Pavilion have also 'arrived after hearing the news'.

Among these people, there are also those who conferred Marquis Martial Arts and King Martial Artists...

Seeing more and more people gathering, Ji Wushuang couldn't help but frowned slightly, and at the same time, he was muttering in his heart.

"Emperor soldiers?"

"There are emperor soldiers here?"

"Isn't this a warehouse for garbage disposal?"

After hearing the news, the kings of the Treasure Pavilion heard the old man's explanation, and they inevitably showed doubts and incredulous expressions.

"Is this rusty iron sword an imperial weapon?"

Hearing the discussions of the kings, the martial artists around looked at Shen Houbai at this moment, and looked at the long sword that was still rusty in his hand at this moment. Although they wanted to question it, because the one holding the long sword was Shen Houbai , is Feng Wang, so no one dared to question him for fear of being slapped in the face.

"Is there really an emperor soldier?"

Looking at Shen Houbai who was still rising in momentum at this moment, according to Ji Wushuang's understanding of Shen Houbai, he was not the kind of man who liked to joke.

So Ji Wushuang asked himself.

And just when Ji Wushuang was confused...

Shen Houbai had already raised his aura to the peak, and then...

"Ha".

Shen Houbai yelled loudly like a bell, and with this yell, Shen Houbai swung a sword towards the sky...

Although it was a sword swung towards the sky, because of the pressure of the sword, the people around, except the kings who resisted the pressure of the sword with aura, and the warriors below the king, even the warriors of the Marquis, could not help but face the pressure of the sword. Some were distorted, and even more unbearable were even overturned directly by the sword.

"Seal... the king warrior!"

"Is this the king warrior?"

"What a terrifying sword pressure!"

A warrior from Lieyang Palace murmured palely.

"No wonder he was able to pass through the main entrance just now. It turns out...it turns out that he is really a king-conferring warrior!"

This time it was the tall man in the trio of two men and one woman who had just experienced the emperor's prestige at the gate of the Treasure Pavilion.

"It's weird...Mingyu, you are so lucky that you were rescued by a king-sealing warrior!" The fat man said in an envious tone.

As for the only woman, Mingyu, she looked at Shenhou Baidao with a pretty face slightly flushed.

"Amazing!"

After two or three seconds, the pressure of the sword had disappeared, and at the same time as it disappeared, Shen Houbai tapped his face with one hand, and then the 'Mara Mask' disappeared from Shen Houbai's face, and when Shen Houbai's face appeared In Mingyu's eyelids, looking at the pair of cold eyes she saw just now when she was unconscious, Mingyu put one hand on her chest.

"It's strange, why my heartbeat suddenly became so fast!"

At this moment, except Ming Yu's gaze was on Shen Houbai, the others... all gazes were on Shen Houbai's hands.

It was still a rusty long sword just now, but now the rust on the surface of the long sword has disappeared, replaced by the silvery white of the whole body, and bursts of emperor's breath that only emperor soldiers can have.

"Also... there are really emperor soldiers..."

Feeling the aura of Shen Hou's white-handed god soldier, the old man's hand holding the purple clay pot trembled imperceptibly.

After a few steps, the old man walked up to Shen Houbai, and continued.

"Brother, you...how did you know that this iron sword is an imperial weapon?"

Seeing the old man's eyes full of curiosity, Shen Houbai couldn't possibly tell him that it was because of the system, so he made nonsense.

"I can feel the aura of the imperial soldiers above!"

"Why...you can't feel it?"

For a moment, the faces of several Zangbao Pavilion king warriors present turned green.

"Can't you feel it?"

After a long time, a Feng Wang of the Treasure Pavilion asked his companions.

"you ask me?"

The King Feng Wuzhe who was questioned asked back speechlessly: "You are one weight taller than me and you can't feel it, how could I feel it!"

And when the kings of Zangbao Pavilion were speechless, Shen Houbai walked up to Ji Wushuang, looked at Ji Wushuang and said, "I don't need a sword, I'll see you off."

"Shua!"

At this moment, everyone's eyes came to Ji Wushuang.

In their words, "This is the emperor's soldier, and he gave it away at random."

After Ji Wushuang took the long sword, Shen Houbai turned around and walked into the warehouse.

Seeing this, the old man immediately stepped forward and said, "Brother, no...there won't be any emperor soldiers!"

Looking into the eyes of the old man, Shen Hou Bai said after a long time: "No more!"

"you're lying!"

Almost immediately, the old man looked at Shen Houbai and said.

Ignoring the old man, Shen Houbai took out a large box from the storeroom, and the monster core was stored in this box.

As Shen Houbai opened the box, he saw a box full of monster cores, not to mention tens of thousands, there should be thousands of them.

After closing the box, Shen Houbai said: "How many cores are these monsters?"

Perhaps in order to make up for the loss of the emperor soldiers on these monster cores, the old man Shizi said loudly: "Ten million, even one less!"

Originally thought that Shen Houbai would be angry, but unexpectedly... Shen Houbai said directly to Ji Wushuang outside the warehouse without saying a word, "Give him the money!"

After finishing speaking, Shen Houbai picked up the box and walked out of the warehouse.

At this time, Ji Wushuang walked up to the old man with a face full of embarrassment, handed his jade slip to the old man, and said at the same time: "Master, there are 30 million here, and the more money is the money of the emperor's soldiers!"

After the words were closed, Ji Wushuang turned around and caught up with Shen Houbai.

Thirty million, not to mention the emperor's weapons, even the king's weapons, but this is all Ji Wushuang can come up with now.

"Shen Houbai, you... you really want to give me this imperial soldier?"

As if he couldn't believe it, Ji Wushuang couldn't help asking after catching up with Shen Houbai.

"Then... don't you want it? In fact, the Emperor Armament is much more useful in your hands than in mine, why not..."

Since she has already regarded Shen Houbai as her husband, Ji Wushuang is now almost devoted to Shen Houbai.

"No need, actually I lied to your master, there are a total of two imperial weapons in here!"

Since Shen Houbai and Ji Wushuang did not go too far, what Shen Houbai said to Ji Wushuang naturally entered the ears of the kings of the Treasure Pavilion.

"Bang!" A staggering old man who was still in the warehouse suddenly stepped on the ground. If he hadn't been supported by his companions, he might have fallen headfirst.

"No way!"

"There are two imperial weapons..." Ji Wushuang said in surprise.

"It's no wonder they couldn't find it. The two pieces of imperial weapons were covered up by the demons with special techniques. Only after they were destroyed can the original colors of the imperial weapons be restored!" Shen Houbai explained.

"So, you were breaking the demon's seal just now?"

At this moment, Ji Wushuang's eyes were full of admiration for Shen Houbai.

Facing Ji Wushuang's adoring gaze, Shen Houbai was unmoved, because at this time he... thought of how to unseal the remaining piece of imperial soldiers, which was different from the imperial soldiers given to Ji Wushuang. Bing system gives the highest rating.

ps: New Year's Eve, I wish everyone a happy New Year 2020 in advance, and then... I am still a poor household!