Chapter 36 Wan Luo City

The territory of Wanluo Mansion is larger than that of Tianjiang Mansion, at least twice as large.

However, there are fewer sects in Wanluo Mansion than in Tianjiang Mansion. There are only four of them. The second one is Yinluozong, a subsidiary sect of Qinglingzong and Wanluozong.

The Wanluo Sect alone occupies a small half of the area and resources of the entire Wanluo Mansion, which is almost equivalent to the area and resources of the entire Tianjiang Mansion.

But the center of Wanluo Mansion is Wanluo City.

The huge ancient city stands on the ground, the black city wall is full of vicissitudes of time and majestic like a mountain.

Without any hesitation, Chen Zong stepped into Wanluo City.

Wanluo City is bigger than Tianjiang City, and the wide streets paved with black stone slabs look very solemn. There are many shops on the left and right sides of the street, and pedestrians come and go, which looks very lively and prosperous.

Chen Zong walked along the wide street, his eyes swept quickly, grasping all the movements of the surrounding and pedestrians.

Stopping in front of a big restaurant, turning around, and stepping into the big restaurant, at a glance, the lobby is almost full of people.

"Objective, please go to the third floor, there is still room." The guy in the restaurant immediately ran over to greet him warmly.

There were two empty tables left on the third floor, and Chen Zong chose one at random to sit down.

"Objective, what would you like to eat?" The man bowed and asked.

"If you have any special dishes, let me have a pot of fine wine." Chen Zong smiled slightly.

"Okay, just wait a moment, I'm sure you'll be satisfied." The guy was obviously very confident in the food and drinks in his restaurant.

After a while, the waiter brought some delicate and substantial meat dishes and a jug and a catty of fine wine.

"Objective, please take it easy, if you need anything, you can call me, I'll be right there." The guy smiled.

Chen Zong nodded, and Mance picked up the white jade chopsticks in an orderly manner, and poured himself another glass of fine wine, the aroma was overflowing.

After eating half, Chen Zong summoned the guy.

"Objective, what's your order?" The man bowed and asked.

"Is there anything more interesting in Wanluo City?" Chen Zong asked casually.

"Interesting place?" The clerk was slightly taken aback, showing a thoughtful look, and looked at Chen Zong carefully, and then said: "There is a small market in Wanluo City, which is very famous."

"Miscellaneous market?" Chen Zong was slightly taken aback, a little puzzled, but showed a bit of curiosity.

"Yes, Miscellaneous Market." The buddy was just probing, but Chen Zong's reaction reassured him, so he explained.

The so-called miscellaneous market is a place dedicated to setting up stalls. It is very large, because there are many people who set up stalls and sell all kinds of things.

In the miscellaneous market, it is possible to buy third-order fake spirit weapons or even real spirit weapons, as well as worthless things. All in all, the miscellaneous market is full of possibilities, which is also the reason why many warriors are attracted to go there.

Chen Zong's interest greatly increased, after eating the food and wine, he took out some shellfish and handed them to the waiter, then left the restaurant and walked towards the so-called market.

The miscellaneous market is located in the north corner of Wanluo City. There are no tall buildings and pavilions, just a large open space, and there are many stalls in the open space.

People come and go, and there are voices of bargaining, which makes Chen Zong feel like a market for ordinary people, which makes Chen Zong feel more interesting.

Stepping forward, Chen Zong stepped into the market. The black land made the market more mysterious.

"Come quickly, the treasure is hidden here."

"You only need one hundred spirit shells for each item, and you may get a fake spiritual weapon."

Even if it is a first-order fake spiritual weapon, its value is more than a hundred spirit shells, so it is naturally very attractive. Of course, the possibility of getting a fake spiritual weapon is very low.

Chen Zong walked over one by one, and glanced casually at each booth. Some weapons looked very old, as if they were dug out of the soil, some were clay pots, and there were all kinds of strange shapes. thing.

"Young man, come and take a look, I have all the good things dug out from the ruins of Vientiane." An old man with a thin body like a monkey's small eyes shone brightly, falling on Chen Zong's face, smiling said hello.

Chen Zong didn't answer, but he also stopped and looked carefully.

The ruins of Vientiane, Chen Zong has heard, is a huge ruin located on the edge of Wanluo Mansion, just at the junction of Wanluo Mansion and Jinghong Mansion. It is rumored that it was caused by a great battle a long time ago.

There were countless casualties in that battle, which turned the land and palace into ruins, and because of this, many treasures were buried in it.

However, after years of excavation, most of the treasures have been found and taken away, and most of the things left behind are things of little value.

Even so, there are still people entering it to look for it. Maybe luck breaks out and they can find something good. It is rumored that just a few years ago, someone found a low-grade spiritual weapon in the ruins of Vientiane and sold it for a sky-high price , As a result, more people have entered the ruins of Vientiane in recent years, and they have found a lot of good things, which has led to the things found in the ruins of Vientiane, which are often very popular.

Therefore, many people will pretend to be the ruins of Vientiane when setting up stalls.

Of course, these Chen Zong didn't know. With a little interest, he looked carefully in front of the old man's booth, and a cunning flashed in the old man's eyes.

Naturally, some of the things on his booth come from the ruins of Vientiane, but they are very few, and they are only on the edge of the ruins of Vientiane. As we all know, the deeper you go into the ruins of Vientiane, the greater the chance of getting good things, and of course, the greater the danger. .

The ruins of Vientiane are not so easy to break into.

"Another one is going to be cheated." The people in other booths glanced at Chen Zong and said secretly, but they didn't point it out. This is the rule here. If you point it out, it means interrupting other people's business, so in the future It will be interrupted by others and become a mess.

"Young man, look at this compass. I feel that it contains a lot of secrets. Unfortunately, I am old and my talent is limited. I can't see anything. You must be a genius." The old man picked up a palm-sized black compass. The compass, there is still a lot of dirt on the compass, which looks very old: "Maybe you can understand the mystery from it."

Chen Zong was unmoved, and the old man patiently sold them one by one.

In fact, Chen Zong didn't understand.

Although compared with many people, his own knowledge accumulation is very powerful, but knowledge is endless, too much, and needs continuous learning. Chen Zong is obviously lacking in treasure appraisal.

If you don't understand, then you can't pretend to understand, otherwise you will just pretend to be a fool without knowing it.

No matter how the other party sells, Chen Zong will not be moved, because Chen Zong is very clear that the other party's purpose is to make money from himself.

Seeing that Chen Zong refused to enter, the old man was also very helpless, his mouth was already very sharp, but his mouth was dry. Get ready for not being able to make money from the other party.

After looking around, Chen Zong picked up something. It was a silver-white fragment, about the length of a thumb. From the appearance, it should be the tip of a sword. It was broken for some reason. There are a few black marks on it, as if it grew on it from the beginning.

Holding the tip of the sword with his fingers, Chen Zong was a little curious about the black marks on it.

"Haha, you have good eyesight, my little friend. You even found the best treasure in my booth." The old man's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "This sword tip is the tip of a real spiritual weapon. Found from the very center of the ruins of Vientiane, it is said to be the sword of a sword king, you know the sword king, it is a remarkable existence."

Hearing this, Chen Zong smiled slightly, but did not respond to the other party. Based on what the old man said, Chen Zong knew that the other party's concept of the title "Sword King" was not clear.

The king of martial arts is the limit of the extreme human realm, and can be called an invincible existence in the extreme realm of human beings, while the sword king, it is rumored, needs to have profound attainments in the art of swordsmanship, and his realm has already surpassed the unity of body and sword. levels.

"How much is the tip of the sword?" Maybe it was because of getting the mysterious sword tip in the early years and embarking on such a thorny road. For this sword tip, Chen Zong had an inexplicable fondness for it, so he asked for the first time.

The old man's eyes suddenly glowed.

It's a good thing to ask the price.

"Little friend also knows that the origin of this sword point is very important, and it is not easy. It is a treasure, and its price will naturally not be cheap." The old man laughed.

"Speak directly." Chen Zongdao, this old man is only at the sixth level of True Martial Realm.

"Hehe." The old man's eyelids trembled, and at that moment, Chen Zong exuded a hint of sharpness, which made the old man feel chilled, and his tone was a little more cautious: "As long as 10,000 spirit shells, the tip of this sword is yours." .”

Hearing the old man's words, when Chen Zong didn't express anything, the stall owners of other stalls around were startled, one by one secretly thought that the old man was greedy, and the lion opened his mouth, and the old man was also very disturbed.

Ten thousand Lingbei!

That's a pretty high price for it.

Of course, compared to the spirit weapon, it seems insignificant, but this is just a sword tip, not a complete spirit weapon.

Chen Zong put down the tip of the sword with a half-smile, and of course he could get out 10,000 spirit shells, but he wanted to buy the tip of the sword just out of curiosity and didn't see any difference. Naturally, it is impossible to act as a fool.

"One hundred Lingbei." Chen Zong said directly after putting down the tip of his sword.

"Nine thousand spirit shells, there can be no less." The old man said through gritted teeth, Chen Zong turned around without opening his mouth again.

"Wait, eight thousand...or seven thousand...six thousand..."

Following Chen Zong's footsteps, the old man lowered the price again and again.

"Okay, one hundred is one hundred." Finally the old man had no choice but to say, Chen Zong just turned around, took out a hundred spirit shells and handed them to the old man, and also took the tip of the sword.