Martial Arts Overlord Chapter 531: Red Dragon Purple Gold Sword!

On the weapon rack ten steps away, there is a red long sword with a dragon-shaped hilt, and the sword body is covered with red scales. The fire energy around the sword is very active.

As soon as Luo Feng's eyes touched the sword body, an inexplicable throb occurred in his heart, as if there was something, he wanted to jump out of his body.

"This feels..."

Luo Feng's mind moved. He remembered that when Tiecheng gave him the red jade, he also had this kind of throbbing, but there were too many things happening along the way that he ignored it.

Looking at the scarlet long sword, Luo Feng hesitated for a moment, then urged his soul power to penetrate.

"Om..."

As soon as the soul power entered the scarlet sword, Luo Feng seemed to be in a sea of ​​flames, perceiving a fiery red inside, between the heaven and the earth, a scarlet angry dragon tumbling, suddenly charged towards Luo Feng.

"Luo Feng..."

The sudden sound from the side awakened Luo Feng. Looking back, Yue Haitang stood beside him.

"What's wrong with you, why is your face covered with sweat?"

Yue Haitang looked at Luo Feng worriedly.

Luo Feng recalled the scene of the angry dragon pounced just now, still lingering in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Feng retracted his soul power, shook his head and smiled: "I'm fine."

At the same time, he secretly looked at Yue Haitang and the treasurer of Linbaoge next to him, and saw that they were indifferent, and he thought to himself: It seems that they can't feel the weirdness of this sword.

Yue Haitang was relieved to see Luo Feng's face returning to normal, and said with a smile: "You suddenly stiffened in place just now, and I was shocked."

Luo Feng calmly asked, "Do you have a favorite sword?"

Yue Haitang frowned slightly and shook his head. Most of these swords are first-rank spirit weapons, and there are several second-rank spirit swords, and the quality is not outstanding.

"Let’s go over there and see."

Luo Feng said casually, and walked over to the weapon rack where the scarlet sword was.

Looking at the scarlet long sword, Luo Feng's eyes flashed brightly. Although he didn't have much research on spirit soldiers, the sword just now can affect his spirit, and it is also extraordinary.

Without looking at the scarlet sword, Luo Feng picked up a second-grade spirit sword next to him, and asked, "The shopkeeper, how can I sell this sword?"

The shopkeeper glanced at the sword in Luo Feng's hand, and said with a smile: "This Xueyun sword was built by a third-rank forge, and it is the best among the second-rank spiritual soldiers. It is worth 280,000 taels."

Yue Haitang looked at the sword in Luo Feng's hand. The sword was four feet long, three fingers wide, and the scabbard was a beautiful light blue. He liked it a little bit, and was about to agree to buy it, but Luo Feng had already put the sword back. Weapon rack.

"Two hundred eighty thousand taels, too expensive."

Luo Feng returned the sword to its original place.

The shopkeeper is good at gazing at the eyes. I thought that the two would definitely buy this Xueyun sword. Who would have thought that Luo Feng would put the sword back in place, and hurriedly said: "The price can be discussed. How about this? I will give you the lowest price, two hundred and forty thousand taels!"

Luo Feng laughed from the bottom of his heart. As expected, he was not profitable or commercial. If his goal was really this Xueyun sword, he might have bought it directly with 280,000 taels of gold just now.

However, his goal was the scarlet sword.

Shaking his head, Luo Feng walked to the side, took the scarlet long sword off casually, and asked: "This sword looks good."

With the previous lessons, the shopkeeper did not dare to shout prices indiscriminately, and explained: "This sword is called the Chilong Zijin Sword, the second-grade spirit soldier. The ore forging this sword, when tempered, the dragon chants There has been an endless stream of rumors that the ore was poured with dragon blood. It is worth 250,000 taels of gold."

"Dragon blood?" Luo Feng's eyes flashed with sword light, and he remembered the image of the angry dragon roaring and tumbling that day.

"Dragons and beasts have only existed in books from the Primordial Period. Such rumors are really absurd."

Luo Feng shook his head, making a gesture to put the Chilong Purple Gold Sword back to its original place.

The shopkeeper murmured secretly in his heart. He originally wanted to use this rumor to increase the value of this sword, so as to sell it at a good price. Unexpectedly, it was counterproductive, and he himself didn't believe the rumors of dragon blood pouring.

Seeing that Luo Feng was about to put down the sword, the shopkeeper knew that he would not speak again. I am afraid that this business will not be done today. "Young man, the rumors of the dragon blood are indeed unbelievable. But this sword is indeed a second-grade spirit soldier, one price. Two hundred thousand taels, how?"

"Two hundred thousand taels..."

Luo Feng frowned slightly. In fact, his heart is already happy. Generally speaking, the value of the second-rank spirit soldier is about 200,000 taels, but this sword is different. This red dragon purple gold sword is probably as rumored. Generally, it has been poured by dragon blood. If anyone knows this, its value is likely to exceed 300,000 taels!

Of course, what Luo Feng didn't expect was that only people with strong soul power could feel the abnormality of the Chilong Purple Gold Sword. In the eyes of others, this sword is no different from ordinary second-tier spirit soldiers.

"Okay, I want this sword."

"Thank you, Shaoxia"

The shopkeeper was worried that Luo Summit would not buy this sword, and when he heard Luo Feng's words, he immediately smiled.

Yue Haitang originally liked the Xueyun sword better, but seeing that Luo Feng was very satisfied with the Chilong Purple Gold Sword, he didn't say anything, and took out a stack of gold tickets to the shopkeeper.

"Let's go."

Luo Feng took the sword and He Yue Haitang walked downstairs.

"This kid is really difficult." The shopkeeper watched Luo Feng and Yue Haitang leave, sighed, looked at the golden ticket in his hand, and smiled on the fat face: "Two hundred thousand tael of golden ticket, even his face and eyes Don’t blink, I don’t know where your young master came from."

Wow!

As soon as the voice fell, a figure appeared beside the shopkeeper, a middle-aged man wearing a blue brocade robe.

The shopkeeper felt in his heart and looked back at the middle-aged man and said respectfully: "Old Qi."

Old Qi nodded, looked at the stairs, shook his head and said: "You were tricked by that kid."

The shopkeeper said strangely: "Why?"

Old Qi said: "What the young man really wants is the Chilong Purple Gold Sword. He asked about Xueyun Sword at first, but he just retreated."

The shopkeeper trembled with fat on his face. He didn't dare to doubt Mr. Qi's words. Mr. Qi was the real master of Linbao Pavilion. Even though he was a master of the Spirit Rotation Realm, he could not see through the cultivation base of the opponent. Knowing that the other party is unpredictable, since the other party said that the young man wanted the Chilong Purple Gold Sword, there was absolutely nothing wrong.

A wry smile appeared on his face, and the joy in the shopkeeper's heart disappeared in an instant, and asked: "Is there any difference between the Chilong Zijin sword?"

Old Qi shook his head: "I don't know this. However, I feel that the boy seems to feel something."

"How is this possible, something that you can't even feel Qi Lao, that young man..." The shopkeeper was a little disbelief.

Qi Lao interrupted the shopkeeper: "Don't underestimate the young man. He felt my presence as soon as he entered Linbao Pavilion, and seemed to be sensitive to the three-legged giant beast cauldron. This person is definitely a hidden master. ."

Hi!

The shopkeeper took a breath, and Qi Lao hid his breath, even he couldn't feel it. The boy was only fifteen or six years old, and he could detect it!

……

Luo Feng and Yue Haitang walked out of Linbao Pavilion, it was already afternoon.

"The sword is for you." Luo Feng handed the sword to Yue Haitang. He used his soul power to penetrate the sword body just now, and the same illusion appeared every time. Apart from that, there seemed to be nothing special.

Yue Haitang took the Chilong Zijin sword and asked, "Luo Feng, why do you have to buy this sword? I think that Xueyun sword is more beautiful."

Luo Feng smiled and said: "Why do you want a martial artist to be so beautiful? You are not a woman."

"Huh! I like it, can't you?" Yue Haitang snorted softly.

"Well, I really can't help you."

Luo Feng shook his head and said, “I can’t explain the specific reasons, but I’m sure that the quality of this Chilong Purple Gold Sword far exceeds that of Xueyun Sword. Even in the second-rank spirit soldier, this sword It is also the best."

"Really? I will try."

Hearing Luo Feng say this, Yue Haitang couldn't wait to try the power of the sword, and turned and walked to the side alley.

Walking into the alley, Yue Haitang grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right hand and slowly pulled out the sword.

"Om!"

The sword was not out of its sheath, and a soft groan sounded like a dragon. At the same time, a hot breath spread to the surroundings, and the air around the Chilong Zijin Sword was violently twisted.

"Good sword!"

Yue Haitang showed surprise on his face. As soon as the sword was unsheathed, he immediately felt that the spirit and the sword were closely connected. As a warrior who specializes in kendo, he understood what it meant. This sword, as Luo Feng said, is the best among the second-tier spirit soldiers, and its quality is far better than that of Xueyun sword!

"Luo Feng, you also said that you don't understand spirit soldiers, so you deliberately wanted to see me joke, right?" Yue Haitang inserted the sword back into the scabbard and looked back at Luo Feng.

Luo Feng smiled and said: "I also made a mistake."

Mistaken call...

Yue Haitang curled his lips. He didn't believe this explanation. He was about to ask, when a voice suddenly came from nearby.

"Papa Papa... not bad, not bad, really a good sword."

Luo Feng and Yue Haitang looked into the alley at the same time.

In the shadow 100 meters ahead, there are more than a dozen figures standing, each with a blue tooth mark on their chest. The leader is the one with a square face and thick eyebrows, a vicious aura, and a blue sword in his hand. Middle-aged warrior encountered in Linbao Pavilion.

Luo Feng glanced at these people, his eyes calm. When the middle-aged warrior left, he faintly heard some of the conversations of other people, and it was not surprising that such a thing would happen.

Next to Yue Haitang frowned and asked coldly: "What do you want to do?"

"What do you want to do? You are asking knowingly~IndoMTL.com~Just now in Linbao Pavilion, aren't you arrogant? Now you try to be arrogant."

The middle-aged warrior walked out step by step, with a slight taunt at the corner of his mouth, a pair of big eyes, burning with anger, when his gaze fell on the red dragon purple gold sword in Yue Haitang's hand, a thick color of greed appeared in his eyes.

Second-Rank Spirit Soldier, this is the treasure he dreams of.

"Hey, boy, you dare to oppose our Qingya adventure team, today you must leave something to leave!"

One by one, the members of the Qingya Adventure Group walked out of the shadows, looking at Luo Feng and Yue Haitang with sullen faces.

Not only in the alleys, but also from outside the streets, there were people coming here, in a pinch attack, and seemed to have eaten them.

"Live and die."

Luo Feng shook his head and was about to start his hands when a shout suddenly sounded at the alley.

"Stop!"