Chapter 654

Although emperor Donghua lived countless years longer than emperor Xinchen.

But when it comes to thinking about women, the emperor who was born on earth knows much more than the emperor of Donghua!

At the moment, hearing the analysis of emperor Xinchen, Emperor Donghua nodded heavily.

His heart settlement was temporarily untied by Emperor Xinchen. For the rest, we must rely on our own efforts to restore Yi Lingling's memory!

Recalling everything in the past, Emperor Donghua looked at Yi Lingling with tenderness in his eyes.

After taking a sip of the tea cup on the table, Emperor Xinchen felt that he should almost leave the space to Donghua emperor and Yi Lingling.

Then he got up and walked out of the hall. He just saw Yi Lin pacing back and forth outside the door.

At this time, Yi Lin also found the emperor's heart dust, immediately trotted over, bent over and said respectfully: "holy master, how's Lingling?".

"It is possible to return to normal"

"But how long it takes depends on your son-in-law," emperor Xinchen said with a smile.

Yi Lin felt a little relieved when he heard the speech.

"By the way, has your daughter been like this since childhood?"

Emperor Xinchen suddenly thought that Yi Lingling was born in the world. If she sealed her memory in a place or an object before reincarnation, Emperor Donghua had to look for it in the other worlds.

"Yes, the holy Lingling was like this since she was a child," Yi Lin sighed slightly and said in a deep voice.

Hearing Yi Lin's answer, Emperor Xinchen's eyes moved.

Now that the mortal world can be excluded, the scope of emperor Donghua's search for Yi Lingling's memory is smaller

After chatting with Yi Lin for a while, Emperor Xinchen saw that emperor Donghua had not come out yet.

He simply said goodbye to Yi Lin and wandered in Zijin City

The influence of Zerg can no longer be seen in the noisy streets, and people's life has returned to the previous rhythm.

While walking aimlessly, Emperor Xinchen silently wondered if he would take time to find emperor Zun

Unconsciously, Emperor Xinchen came to a noisy street.

The noisy cry made emperor Xinchen take back his thoughts and look forward.

Then he found that he was in front of a street selling some things needed for cultivation.

Countless scattered practitioners squatted or sat on both sides of the street.

Everyone spread a piece of cloth on the ground in front of him, put up the items he wants to sell, and wait for someone to come.

Seeing this scene, Emperor Xinchen couldn't help raising a trace of interest.

Although he didn't feel the smell of Tiancai and Dibao, he still raised his feet and walked towards the street.

Since emperor Xinchen's strength became higher and higher, he rarely came to such a place.

"Taoist friend, look at my knife made of iron essence!"

"With it, if you want to fight beyond your level, it's nothing at all. It's a great match with your extraordinary cultivation, Taoist friend!"

A sanxiu saw that emperor Xinchen was wearing extraordinary clothes, but his breath was not very strong. He only said that he was the son of a rich family.

So he came forward and grabbed emperor Xinchen's sleeve and began to sell it vigorously.

Hearing the speech, Chen couldn't help laughing.

Now his breath is not deliberately revealed. Let alone these scattered practices, even xianzun is difficult to find his real strength

After shaking his head gently, he got out without leaving a trace and continued to walk forward.

After a while, Emperor Xinchen was about to come to the end of the street.

There are a variety of things.

In addition to the weapon pill, there are also many monster pills and some materials for forging weapons. Some even sell themselves

But there is nothing that can enter the emperor's heart.

But emperor Xinchen didn't expect to find what he needed here.

Just about to turn around and return to Yi's house, something in front of a casual self-cultivation at the end of the street absorbed emperor Xinchen's attention.

The casual monk looked young, just in his twenties.

However, Emperor Xinchen knew that the true age of monks could not be judged by appearance.

The height should be half a head shorter than emperor Xinchen. He looks pretty, but his whole body reveals a cold feeling.

Emperor Xinchen didn't feel the man's realm carefully.

In front of the handsome man, there were only some broken weapons and fragments on some unidentified objects.

And Emperor Xinchen's eyes were attracted by those small things like fragments!

Although the emperor Xinchen's face did not change at all, he seemed to move forward slowly.

But the heart has set off a storm!

"That's a fragment of Fuqian!"

Emperor Xinchen suppressed his excitement, walked to the beautiful man and pretended to look at things carelessly.

The handsome man didn't shout like other casual practitioners. He just stood quietly, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.

Even when Emperor Xinchen came to him, there was still no expression on his face.

This emperor Xinchen can be very sure that the metal fragment that looks only half a finger long fell from the rune.

But emperor Xinchen couldn't help wondering.

The Fuqian is very hard. He once couldn't leave a trace on it with crape myrtle star sword.

How did this piece of money come from?

Suppress the inner doubt, Emperor Xinchen looked at the broken swords in front of the handsome man.

But the more you look at it, the more something is wrong with emperor Xinchen.

Although these weapons have been covered with rust, they look very rotten.

If you buy such weapons, they will be of no use at all.

But after getting close, Emperor Xinchen felt an ancient breath from these broken weapons!

Although emperor Xinchen didn't know what the ancient breath was, he thought it was the breath emitted by these weapons.

It was a feeling that had gone through countless years.

But why are these things here? Who the hell is this man?

Emperor Xinchen tried his best to suppress his inner shock and asked in an as plain tone as possible

"How many spirit stones do these things need?"

Until I heard that emperor Xinchen wanted to buy his own things, the handsome man's eyes slowly looked at emperor Xinchen.

Bright eyes without a trace of emotion.

"100000 spirit stone"

"All"

The handsome man replied faintly.

As soon as he said this, the scattered practitioners around took a breath.

The handsome man was here a long time ago. The same things are placed in front of him every day.

At the beginning, I was curious about the scattered repairs around. Will anyone buy such things?

Those who can come here are monks without any background in various places.

There are not many spiritual stones in itself, let alone buy this pile of scrap iron.

And the handsome man seems to have no intention of selling anything at all.

The casual practitioners around never saw him say a word, because no one would come to him and ask the price.