My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World

Seven days later, the college bazaar.

A piece of information suddenly appeared on the list of goods—withered, wooden swords, inferior spirits, already known swords, booth No. 67 in the T-shaped area of ​​Tomorrow.

As soon as the news came out, it was like throwing a blaster into the lake, and the people around the goods list immediately exploded.

Spirit Step Sword? Have sword knowledge? Selling at the market? Are you kidding me? !!

No one has sold a magic weapon in the bazaar, but it is basically a dark shot, and this spirit sword also gave birth to sword knowledge. Such swords are placed in auction houses, even if the real people of Jindan will scramble for them, put them on market stalls for sale ... Is it possible?

Is someone trying to attract customers by bragging right? Are routines.

The crowds stamped one after another.

Suddenly, one person was weak and said, "Stall No. 67 in Dingzi District ... isn't that the stand of Han Yunzong?"

"Which one?"

Someone suddenly responded, "Light Talisman!"

"It's him!"

"I heard that Qin Zhenjun killed the elderly Tianxiang a few days ago. He was also present. It seemed that he voluntarily induced the elderly Tianxiang for bait."

"Speaking of this matter, Qin Zhenjun can actually kill Dong Tianjun. It's almost--hey, where are you going?"

The monks who talked about Zheng Xingzheng saw a few people walking away silently and asked somehow. Who knew he asked? Not only did those people move faster, but many monks were scattered around.

The monk stood aggressively for a while and patted his thigh violently. Since the news of the spirit sword is hanging by Jing Yue, it means that it is likely to be true. He didn't rush to raise the spiritual stone, what is the word here? ? !!

So he lifted his clothes and ran back, for fear of losing to a group of men and women.

In a blink of an eye, the lively collection list was empty.

And among a group of monks who ran away, there was a young man named Ran Ping. He was born in a certain Qipai school in Zhongzhou. In short, he was a small hilltop. His disciples were no more than 100, and he was supported by a Jindan real person. Martial arts. But I do n’t know if it ’s the ancestor who manifested his spirits. In the past few decades, two very good disciples have come.

One of them is him, Mizuki Shuangling root, and the other is his own sister Ran Yu, who is a wood single spirit root.

And a spirit sword with wooden attributes, but also has sword knowledge, is it just tailored for his sister? He must borrow more spirits before the news has spread, even if he is ruined, he must win for his sister!

Soon, he found Ran Yu, and the other party eagerly asked, "Really?"

Ran Ping: "The light amulets sold by the old ancestors in the past few days were one step at a time. Everyone did not believe it at first, but it turned out to be true. Moreover, as the ancestor of Han Yunzong, still want to face? It should not lie. "

Ran Yu: "It doesn't matter, isn't it right? Anyway, you can see it tomorrow."

After a few more chats, the two broke up to raise the spirit stone.

Bookcase.

A blue-shirt monk received the letter from Zhang Chuanfu, and after seeing it, he showed a smile that was bound to be obtained.

Dormitory.

The girl in white murmured, "Spirit swords with sword knowledge, of course mine ..."

Within a day, the news that Jingyue was selling bleak news spread throughout the Jiutian Academy, no matter whether the sun wheel, moon shadow, or the stars of the monk class were moving, waiting for tomorrow.

So, on the next day, when Jing Yue was carrying the blue phoenix at the north entrance of the bazaar with a dry back, the guides there kept rushing to the bazaar when he saw him, shouting, "Come! Here comes the sword dealer! "

Jing Yue: "…………………………"

挣 Struggling excitedly, Bean's eyes flashed with weird light. It knew that his favorite plot was coming. In addition to beating his face, there was pretense!

When Jingyue walked to booth No. 67 in the T-shaped area, he saw that people inside and outside were full of people. Those people turned around and looked at him. Their eyes were burning and full of desire. Some people even showed greedy smiles. As if to swallow him with a bone.

Lan Feng swallowed his mouth with a rumbling grunt, gagged his mouth with little wings, and ate a hair.

At this moment, it suddenly had a sense of immediate sight of the zombies in the novel, could not help shrinking the chicken head and drilling into the front of Jingyue.

"Please let me, let me go out!"

Wang Xiaojue squeezed out of the crowd with difficulty and met Jing Yue Dasong, "Ajing, you're here! I almost didn't choke me!"

Jing Yue couldn't help but drew his lips and hugged the puppet in his arms.

At this time, a tall and thin monk came over and said, "Master Brother, I am Wang Xing from the Japanese shift, and I am a disciple recommended by the Chiba School."

Jing Yue: "Yes."

Wang Xing: "..."

What does "hm" mean? I have hinted to you that I am not only born in a big school, but also have high talents, and I want to make a little impression, you are so enthusiastic!

Although Wang Xing had slandered a lot, he could not take Jing Yue and had to embarrassedly retreat.

Seeing Wang Xing's return, everyone else who wanted to make love was at ease. Everyone gave way, and Jing Yue walked to the stand without any delay and put down the dryness on his back.

Everyone's gaze shifted from him to Kuan Sheng, and with a single glance, they could see Kuan Sheng is indeed a spirit step sword. Someone rubbed his hands in excitement and was about to ask for an offer, so he listened to Jing Yue and said, "Not in a hurry."

He lowered his eyes and whispered softly, "Withered, rise."

With his password, the blue wooden sword rose, circled around Jingyue, and stopped in the air.

To know that the sword had no sword knowledge, the monks could only rely on spells and exercises to control them. Once the sword was learned, they could understand human words and follow instructions.

Therefore, although Jing Yue's order was simple, everyone could confirm that Kuan Sheng did have sword knowledge.

The crowd was instantly restless.

"How to sell ?!"

"I have one hundred thousand spirit stones!"

"One hundred and fifty thousand!"

"Two hundred thousand!"

"Jin Baozhu! Are you crazy?"

"You're crazy, go without money!"

The monks were noisy and emotional, and as soon as they saw the whole martial arts stage, Jing Yue finally said, "Don't sell it."

"Don't sell? What do you mean? Do you want to shoot in secret?"

"I'll just say it! With the sword of sword knowledge, even if it is only the inferior quality of the spiritual order, the power will not lose the best of the spiritual order, how can it be sold on the stand at will?"

Jing Yue: "No, I want to find someone with a relationship with Kuan Sheng and give him Kuan Sheng."

The whole audience was silent, all with the same look, "Do you tease me? I hallucinate?".

After a while, someone asked carefully: "Which kind is destined? How to judge?"

The man spoke very lightly, as if a little louder, would poke the illusion of "without money".

Jing Yue: "There is no chance, Kuan Sheng will choose by himself. Anyone who is interested can come and try it. However, Kuan Sheng is a sword of wood property, and it is naturally close to the wood root."

He intends to stay in the bazaar these days. Jingyue thought that Jiutian Academy had gathered a group of the most talented disciples in the foundation period, and perhaps there was a master of the future. If not, he will have to wait until he goes out to practice.

"Will I try it?"

Jing Yue looked at Wang Xing, who was just now.

"I am the root of firewood and may be able to match withering."

After all, Wang Xing also blinked pretentiously, beckoning to Ku Sheng: "Xiao Sheng, come to my brother."

Jing Yue: "..."

Even Lan Feng couldn't help but said, "Mom's mental retardation!"

Jing Yue: "Oh, no swearing is allowed."

Lan Feng quickly covered her mouth, and flattered Jing Yue again.

The behavior of Wang Xing's imagination did not even allow the onlookers to look directly, let alone the "dangerous sword" was dry. It fell on the velvet blanket from mid-air, moved the microplate twice, and then stopped.

Wang Xing looked at Jing Yue puzzled, "What does Xiaosheng mean?"

Jing Yue: "It says it would rather die."

"puff……"

There was a burst of laughter in the crowd, and Wang Xing couldn't bear the shame and fled.

Another said: "I'll try it too?"

Unfortunately, the result was no response.

Er, at least than Wang Xingqiang? The monk comforted himself.

Since then, several people have come, even Jin Baozhu has tried, but Kuan Sheng just trembled slightly, and there was no movement.

Jin Baozhu was a little disappointed and simply sat aside to watch the fun.

A monk in blue shirt stepped forward, "Master Brother, I am Luo Chaosheng, Mizuki Shuangling, and I also want to try it."

Lan Feng: "Jingjing, I think he can!"

Jing Yue: "How do you say?"

Lan Feng: "He looks great!"

Jing Yue: "... makes sense."

He actually heard the name of Luo Chaosheng and knew that this man was one of the most prestigious monks in the Moon Shadow Class.

Therefore, he has certain expectations for Luo Chaosheng.

Jing Yue made a gesture of inviting, and saw Luo Chaosheng stopped not far from Kuan Sheng, squinting his eyes, releasing his sense of association with Kuan Sheng.

Suddenly, the shrivelling lying on the blanket shook slightly, and everyone's eyes brightened, but thinking that Jin Baozhu had caused a similar situation earlier, they calmed down.

But the next moment, Su Sheng suddenly flew up, it paused in mid-air, moved towards Luo Chaosheng, and bumped against him again, looking very close.

The crowd took this scene into their eyes, and they couldn't help but think sourly. Most of them were this person-Kuan Sheng chose Luo Chaosheng.

Luo Chaosheng was naturally happy, he raised his hand to hold Kuan Sheng, but before he touched the sword body, Kuan Sheng shrank back, and quickly flew back to Jing Yue, next to Jing Yue.

Luo Chao called anxiously, but it was dry but like the sky in July and August. When he changed, he changed, and when he turned ruthlessly, he ignored him.

Some people in the crowd were sorry for Luo Chaosheng, and others were gloating. In the end, Luo Chaosheng sighed, and said helplessly: "It seems that I am not a fate."

Jing Yue smiled, didn't say anything, just held Kuansheng and said, "So far today, I will come again tomorrow."

When returning, Lan Feng muttered with disappointment all the way, saying that Luo Chaosheng had a protagonist appearance, but he did not even have the ability to let the spirit artifact recognize the Lord. "I hate the plot that does not follow the routine!"

Jing Yue: "What is the main character?"

Lan Feng: "It just looks good!"

Jing Yue: "But don't you often say that all the good looks are cannon fodder?"

Lan Feng said urgently: "It can't be too good-looking! It must be medium to high, with a beautiful appearance, which gives people a sense of substitution, and an audience. There is another flat appearance, but the eyes are attractive and the personality is shining with charm!"

Personality charm can still flash? Jing Yue always felt that he had mastered a very deep knowledge.

As soon as he stepped into the small courtyard of the dormitory, he saw Meng Shan rushing out, "Ajing! Help!"

Jing Yue was confused, "What's wrong?"

Meng Shan said pitifully: "You must save me, otherwise she must clean up me!"

"Who? What the hell?"

"My sister, my sister, she wants to see you in private."

Jing Yue instantly understood, "Meng Wan? She wants to wither?"

Meng Shan nodded bitterly. He was sleeping and forgetting to study light amulets these days. If Meng Wan hadn't come to him, he wouldn't know that this ancestor's roommate made such a big noise.

"I know that Kuan Sheng only gives gifts to people, but you only need to see her, and you can refuse clearly. Otherwise, she thinks I'm not doing well, and I will be miserable!"

A little thing, Jing Yue didn't care too much, and asked, "Where is she?"

Meng Shanxi said: "Wufeng flying flower pavilion, Ajing, you are really good! I, I will send you a rune! Petrochemical rune!"

Jing Yue came up with an interest: "Is it the unique rune of your Meng family?"

He knew that the Meng family was a family of charms, the most famous of which was the petrified amulet. I heard that Fu Dao Xiu was a high Meng family. The refined petrified amulet could make Fang Yuanli into rocks, and it could last a whole day. But this symbol is not for sale, so few people have seen it.

Meng Shan was a bit ashamed: "Yes, but my cultivation is still low. Fu Lu only works for practitioners below the foundation, and can only last for two hours."

Jing Yue enthusiastically said, "No, no, it's fine already, give it to me!"

Meng Shan: "..."

He hesitated for a moment and added: "Ajing, I know that you are very talented at Fu Dao. If you see through the false pattern of Fu Lu, also keep the secret? Although the Fu Lu I gave you is only the simplest one, count It's not a secret, but if the refining method is spread out, I will definitely be punished. "

Jing Yue agreed of course.

So a quarter of an hour later, Jing Yue came to Feihua Pavilion with great interest.

At this moment, the shadow of the moon was hazy, and the back of the woman in white in the pavilion was haggard, dreaming like a dream under the shroud of night mist, like a fairy in Yaochi.

"Wow, Jingjing, I feel your white rose has appeared."

Lan Feng always shows his own sense of existence. "Although the protagonist has a lot of people's admiration, the most popular one is red and white. Red is the temperament or the weirdness, white is the flower of kaolin. Or gentle and quiet. "

"They all like the protagonist, and the protagonist often has good feelings or ambiguity towards both of them. Therefore, their respective supporters will be tortured and darkened in order to compete for who is the main character of the protagonist."

Jing Yue: "I'm sorry, I have both red and white."

Lan Feng stared sharply: "Who is it!"

Jing Yue: "Red is you who are always noisy, White is you who made mistakes and quiet like a chicken, but you have no supporters."

Lan Feng: "... you are so annoying! I decided to ignore you for one hour! No, two hours!"

Jing Yue: "Just right."

Lan Feng: QAQ

Jing Yue didn't take his threats to heart at all, he walked slowly towards the pavilion.

"Sister Meng."

"Brother Jing, I want to buy a lot of dry goods." Meng Wan opened her eyes, her voice was cold, and her expression was inviolable.

Jing Yue: "Sister Meng, you should know that Kuan Sheng I only give or do n’t sell. Today in the market, I haven't seen you, or else, you try it now?"

Meng Wan smiled very lightly. She also went today, but did not show up. After she heard that Jing Yue wanted to find someone with whom Fu Sheng was connected, she knew that the other party was wasting time, and the fact was just as she thought.

"Heaven and earth are big. It's so easy to find someone who has a relationship with Fu Sheng. It's just a sword. It should be in the hands of people who need it. I am Mu Bing's mutant double spirit root, which does not insult Fu Sheng. "

Although Meng Wan is practicing array formation, she also needs a good sword as an array of eyes, and Kuan Sheng is what she has been pursuing.

Jing Yue then knew that Meng Wan had a mutated spiritual root. No wonder her humaneness was amazing, but he shook his head and said nothing.

Meng Wan is slightly annoyed, but Jing Yue is the ancestor of Han Yunzong. She really has no way to impress or threaten the other party. Helplessly, "Since you insist, I will try."

Jing Yue called out Sheng Sheng.

Perhaps it was Meng Wan's remarks that made Ku Sheng a little unhappy. It stopped in the air at first, but Meng Wan's consciousness made it very kind. Before long, it approached the other side tentatively, surrounded Meng Wan went around twice.

Withered novelty and joy were passed to Jing Yue, who laughed and watched as Meng Wan moved faster and faster. Meng Wan's expression was also much softer, and she had a triumphant pride in her eyes.

Suddenly, Kuansheng stopped at Meng Wanmei's heart, the latter couldn't help but take a step back and frowned slightly.

Jing Yue immediately felt the disappointment and grievance withered, and saw that it flew back to her.

He sighed in his heart and said to Meng Wan: "I'm sorry."

Meng Wan froze for a moment, her face became iron-blue for an instant.

The author has something to say: small theater

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Jingjing pointed to Rouge: White Rose.

Pointing at the readers: red roses.

Jumping foot: What about me? Hey?

Jingjing squinted at it, and immediately realized: I am the blue demon girl!

Jingjing: ...