Chapter 97

"What do you want? Can't I refine a weapon for you on the spot? Ben Shao's time is limited. I don't have time to talk to you. Don't get out of the way! "

Qin Chen's face sank.

How to return a responsibility, oneself all said so understand, this cold stranger still so promiscuous, too not on the road.

"Well, it's not that I don't give face, but how do you prove what you say is right?"

"Proof?"

Qin Chen was speechless. He said it so clearly. How to prove that he was an artificemaker should know what he said was right.

Glancing at the rusty sword in his hand, Qin Chen suddenly moved in his heart.

"Well, I have an idea."

He held up the embroidered iron sword and said, "take your refined weapon and match it with mine to see whose weapon is stronger. If the weapon you refined is broken, don't mess around and get out of the way immediately. How about that?"

Be quiet!

The second floor, which was busy, was quiet.

Really or not?

Did I hear you right?

This kid wants to take the rusty sword in his hand and the second-order treasure soldiers refined by master Lengmo? Whose weapons are stronger?

You're kidding!

As everyone knows, the rusty sword in Qin Chen's hand was just gambling on baodeli. There was rust on it, and there was almost no smooth side on it. With the passage of time, it had lost its original appearance.

Such a broken sword, when cut on the wood, is afraid that it will be broken, so it has to compete with master Lengmo's second-order treasure soldiers.

Qin Chen is not crazy!

"What do you say?"

Originally angry Lengmo, heard Qin Chen say this, almost no instant explosion.

It's too bad to compete with the second-order treasure soldiers made by ourselves with a rusty sword. Even if we win, we will have no honor.

Isn't it a statement that one's treasure is only worthy of comparison with this kind of broken sword?

"What? You don't understand? Don't you say that I can't prove it? It's clear at a glance if you match the two weapons. If you break the weapon, it naturally means that your weapon is of average quality. If my weapon is broken, it means that I'm talking nonsense and I'm a second-order weapon refiner. You don't understand the simple truth? Or do you dare not compare? "

Qin dust squints at Lengmo, a pair of you dare not compare the look.

I dare not your sister!

Eyeball son a stare, cold Mo all quick vomit blood, he has what dare not.

"Well, since you want to compete like this, I will help you. When I see you, what else can I say?"

Hand picked up ice glass sword, Lengmo suddenly urged the real gas.

Boom!

On the ice glass sword, the bright white light suddenly bloomed. The chilling chill swept across the hall like a snowstorm, which made the crowd retreat one after another and looked shocked.

"What a frightful chill."

"It's freezing. I can't move the Qi in my body."

"It is worthy of the second-class treasure soldiers refined by master Lengmo. How can such treasure soldiers split in the battle? That Qin Chen must be nonsense. "

The crowd was shocked, and the cold air from the ice glass sword made everyone look solemn.

"Hey, boy, look at the sword!"

In the full view of the public, Leng Mo yelled angrily. In order to achieve better results, he almost did not keep his hands. Inspired by the heaven level Qi, he swung the ice glass sword and slashed it on the rusty sword in Qin Chen's hand.

Bang!

The fierce cold air swept over, turned into a tornado and rushed to the roof. The momentum made everyone gasp.

Click!

At the same time, a broken sound, clear into the ears of people.

"Hahaha, boy, what else do you have to say? If you dare to compete with me, you're just hanging from the old man's birthday - looking for death!"

In the cold wind, Lengmo wantonly laughs.

Today, it seems that the depression that has been repressed in our heart seems to be released in an instant, and laugh freely. But with a smile, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became very strange, as if something bad happened.

Turning his head, he found that Qin Chen was looking at him coldly and smiling. His eyes seemed to be looking at a clown.

Angry!

Leng Mo gets angry again. The boy is dying. He even dares to look at himself with this kind of eyes. After a while, he has to teach him a good lesson! But he suddenly felt wrong, because he suddenly found that the eyes of all the people in the hall were staring at the ice glass sword in his hand, and their eyes were dazzled, as if they were ghosts

One of them also stretched out his right hand, pointed to it and stammered: "master Lengmo, you Your sword

"What happened to my sword?"

His heart sank in an instant, and he suddenly bowed his head. He saw that the sword, which was still intact just now, was covered with cracks and was still spreading.

"Bang!"

The body of the sword suddenly exploded, and the broken blade was all over the sky. He was in a hurry, but he was still wiped by many swords. His coat was full of holes. Like a beggar, his hair was cut off a lot, and he became a grass chicken."Sure enough, it will explode!"

"I'm really angry!"

"This..."

The crowd gaped and could hold an egg in their mouths.

"No way, it can't be, accident, it must be accident!"

Can't believe his eyes, Leng Mo was very angry. He picked up the explosive sword, boom, the fiery flame, the real gas swept, and chopped down with a sword.

Click!

The second explosive sword, also broken!

On the other hand, the rusty sword in Qin Chen's hand is undamaged, as if a piece of tofu has been chopped.

God, can you stop playing with me like that?

Leng Mo is about to cry.

This is still a rusty sword. How to cut it is just like the magic weapon.

"I don't believe in evil."

He picked up the third Xuan iron sword, and Lengmo's clothes and robes were puffed up, and the Qi in his body was stimulated to the extreme. It seemed that there was a gale of force ten in the whole Jubao building.

Xuan iron sword is the hardest of the three swords. Even the third level treasure soldiers can compete in hardness alone. Lengmo doesn't believe this time, he also cuts the rusty sword in Qin Chen's hand.

Bang Dang!

This sword, even worse!

The whole dark iron sword was directly disconnected, and half of the sword body was pierced into the ceiling of the second floor of Jubao building, and the ceiling was pierced through.

Holding half of the broken sword, Leng Mo's face was blue and white, and he was completely stupid.

"Is this what you call treasure soldiers? If you don't admit it, you have to take it to give me a face. Why do you need it? "

Shaking his head, Qin Chen picked up the rusty sword and blew it gently. There was no gap in the top of the rusty sword. Even the rust skin didn't fall off. It was intact.

Carrying the rusty sword, Qin Chen takes Lin Tian and Zhang Ying and leaves the Jubao building.

No one dares to stop this time!

Until the figure of Qin Chen completely disappeared, master Yang and other talents suddenly woke up.

"That rusty sword is absolutely extraordinary. It's a real magic weapon."

Master Yang roared, and his heart was crushed to death.

I thought Qin Chen was excited to gamble out a rusty sword. He thought it was him who made eyes. Who knows, this is the real magic weapon.

Even a treasure weapon like Xuan iron sword can be cut off in an instant. The third level weapon can't do it, at least above the fourth level.

My God!

If I had known this, I would have kept this sword before!

Master Yang's heart is bleeding!

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