Deity of the Emperor

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Seeing Qin’s incomprehensible eyes, Jian Xiaoming once again said: “My grandfather was severely wounded and consumed a lot of medicine. The swordsman’s savings were not enough to buy, and he borrowed a lot from the Burners and the musicians.”

"Who knows that they are two, even rolling, and in three months, they have turned a hundred times. My swordsman can't afford it."

"In the end, the two said that only three battles are needed. If our swordsman wins, we will not have to pay back."

When I heard this, Qin Chen understood it.

This shows that it is the burning of the family and the music family is calculating what, for example, the covenant of the three wars, the swordsman's three heavenly arrogant players, all lost, accidentally abandoned.

The swordsman, without the support of the old man, plus the completion of the younger generation, does not take ten years, it will automatically lose, when the time, the family and the musicians, enjoy the success.

The swordsman, it is calculated!

Perhaps it is impossible to say that Jianmingshan was invaded, and it is inseparable from Lejia and the Burning House.

"What is the relationship between this and the dry sword in your hand?" Qin Chen said again.

"I am not reconciled. As a result, the burning of the burning house is still looking for me to provoke me. I was fattened by me. This was known to my father. My father shut me down."

"In the ancestral hall, against the portrait of the ancestors, I decided to become the ancestor of the ancestors, and step on the insults of returning to the music and burning the family."

"And then... I fell asleep in the ancestral hall, woke up and hugged the sword, I don't know what it was, so..."

"So I made up my mind, saying that this sword is a seven-sword sword - a dry sword?"

Jian Xiaoming smiled.

"I don't want to hang you, this sword will not be sold to you!"

"The sword shows me!" Qin Chen is reaching out at the moment.

Jian Xiaoming did not know why, he handed the sword to Qin Chen.

The rusted scabbard looks tattered and has no features.

"This sword is abolished, the scabbard looks broken, and the sword can't be pulled out. I want to come through the ages, the scabbard and the blade, and rust together."

Jian Xiaoming reluctantly said: "My father is a strong man of the local martial arts. I tried it myself. I didn't do it. I originally thought about bringing the spirits of the Ningwang Pavilion to make money to subsidize the family. I didn't expect them to be seen. ......"

Oh...

In an instant, Jian Xiaoming spoke, suddenly, a low humming sound, resounding through the hall.

A smoldering sword light flashed past.

The sword, pulled out!

Jian Xiaoming at the moment the whole person stayed completely.

Qin Chen...Opened?

And the sword, the blade is bright and flashing, and the lines of concealment are flowing, and it is unpredictable.

"Dry dry sword..."

Qin Chen whispered, saying: "Your ancestor, still remember you!"

"This sword, take it!"

Looking at Qin Chen's long sword, Jian Xiaoming's mouth is open, but it is always impossible.

Qin Chen, how to do it?

Is this really a dry sword?

Is it really the ancestor to show up?

Jian Xiaoming looked at Qin Chen at the moment and was full of horror.

"If you want to sell, I can buy the sword, how many Lingshi?"

Qin Chen seriously said.

"Seven spirits, how can we have five million Lingshi..."

"Wenxuan!"

"Yes, Master!"

Shen Wenxuan's palm wave, a purple card appeared, said: "This is the memory card of Shengdan Pavilion, there are six million Lingshi, you go directly to get it!"

Six million! ! !

Jian Xiaoming couldn't help but swallow a slobber at this moment, and took the card incredulously.

Shen Wenxuan himself is a spiritual master. Since the beginning of alchemy, he often went to Shengdan Pavilion to sell Ling Dan. For Lingshi, he is naturally not lacking.

Six million Lingshi!

Jian Xiaoming's eyes are shining at this moment. As a result, it is more convenient for the musicians and the infusers to solve the current difficulties of the swordsmen. It is very easy and easy.

"Sword, I bought it, but I still have a request."

"Qin Gongzi, you said, you said."

At the moment, Jian Xiaoming put a pair of eyes on the light and looked at Qin Chen. It was as if he saw the rich man, and he was very excited.

"I want to see you in the sword house."

As soon as this was said, Jian Xiaoming was a glimpse.

In the past few years, only the talents of the sword family have been able to enter it. It is a forbidden place for the swordsmen. Others are not allowed to be footed.

"You just said that your grandfather is seriously ill, my dear child, now is a five-pronged master, perhaps to help your grandfather, to suspend the illness."

Qin Chen’s words came out and looked at Shen Wenxuan’s eyes with a sigh of relief.

Such a young person is actually a five-pronged master? It's no wonder that the shots are broad and the Master, but like the spiritual master, it is the richest.

"Good, good!"

Jian Xiaoming nodded and said: "I need to confess my father to this matter, I have to let my father take the idea, but if you can really suspend my grandfather's illness, maybe the father will agree."

"Complete!"

Qin Chen, along with Jian Xiaoming, is preparing to leave Ningwang Pavilion.

"stop!"

At the moment, Jian Xiaoming and Qin Chen are in front of each other, but the two figures are blocked.

It is the music and the burning engine.

"Jian Xiaoming, the ancestral sword is not sold?"

The burning engine looked at Jian Xiaoming, and smiled and said: "Let's do it, this young master is sorry for you, one hundred Lingshi, sell it to me!"

The burning engine smiled at the moment, watching Jian Xiaoming, and his attitude was contemptuous.

"Not sold, not sold!"

Jian Xiaoming is impatient: "Incinerate the engine, owe you the debt of burning the family and the music, our swordsmen will completely return today, your kid, don't come and provoke me in the future!"

Jian Xiaoming is quite emboldened at the moment.

A seven-pronged sword, millions of Lingshi, enough for the sword to pay off.

Ok?

When I heard this, the burning engine was a glimpse.

Jian Xiaoming's expression is obviously not right.

It was just a matter of urgency, but now it’s just like a well-being. This is obviously not right.

Is it because of this boy?

Looking at Qin Chen's general dress, obviously not like a rich family, in the end, the burning of the gaze fell to the hands of Shen Chen Xuan, but it was a glimpse.

Isn't that the sword that Jian Xiaoming brought just now?

"This son."

The burning engine looked at Qin Chen and smiled and said: "This sword Xiaoming, his mouth is very powerful, full of nonsense, you should never be deceived!"

Qin Chen slightly frowned, said: "Thank you, I like this sword, I bought it."

Looking at Qin Dust's unhappiness, he burned the engine again: "This son, I am kind, deceived, but very uncomfortable."

"Thank you, I know, what am I doing." Qin Chen once again seriously.

"Incinerate, what should he do?"

Le Yueer is impatient at this moment: "The group that was tricked by Jian Xiaoming turned, such a person, he is willing to be a big head, can you manage it? People have money and no place to spend."

When I heard this, Qin Chen browed slightly.

"This girl, you are too wide!" Qin Chen Xu Xudao: "My money, what do I want to buy, it seems... nothing to do with you?"

"Yes!" Jian Xiaoming stunned at the moment.

Facts have proved that his sword is not a general rust sword. Although the scabbard is rusty, the blade is incomparably intact.

"Bad boy, kindly as a liver and lung, Miss I am too lazy to care about you, here is Gan Ning City, I am a family, in Gan Ning City, but..."

"Roll!" Suddenly, a cold voice suddenly sounded.