C7

At the trading center, rows and rows of stalls were filled with all sorts of items, including pills, weapons, accessories, etc.

Liu Yan was obviously very excited. She looked at every booth carefully, but she didn't have much spirit stones on her, so she couldn't even buy one.

After strolling around, Liu Yan bought a few small items, all of which were similar to the initial grade spirit stones.

Chu Feng stopped at a small stall. The owner was an old man in his sixties. There was only one item on the stall. A rusty sword.

This sword looked extremely ancient, and it was unknown how many years it had been there for. The rust on its surface completely covered up the sword's light, making it impossible to tell what material it was made of.

When the others walked past it, they only took a glance and no one stopped. It was so rusty that even the blade was gone.

From low to high, weapons were divided into magic tools, Dao tools, and spiritual tools. Each grade was subdivided into four levels.

Chu Feng's original sword was a divine tool, a top-grade one at that. It was given to him by his master. Unfortunately, it had been destroyed while cultivating the Meteor Sword Technique.

The Meteor Sword Technique's tenth level, Thunder, would instantly shatter even the highest grade of magical equipment.

As such, right now his experience points for the tenth layer of Meteor Sword Technique, Lei, was still zero. This was because none of them could withstand the power of a lightning-type sword. It was a source of great distress to Chu Feng.

As for the ancient rusted sword in front of him, he couldn't tell what rank it was, but he could intuitively tell that it could withstand the power of thunder.

"What kind of sword is this?" Chu Feng asked.

"Rust Sword." The old man replied.

"I'm asking what rank it is. "And the price." Chu Feng said.

"One thousand initial grade spirit stones." The elder only stated the price, not its level.

"A thousand?" This is a rusty, useless sword. Liu Yan, who was at the side, spoke up.

"That's the price." The old man said.

"Five hundred. I only have five hundred Initial Grade Spirit Stones, how about I give you all of them? " Chu Feng said.

Liu Yan was surprised when she heard this. She looked at the rusted sword suspiciously. Was this a treasured sword?

The old man shook his head.

"Can I trade the pills with you?" Chu Feng asked.

"Yes. "One Spiritual Energy Pill." The old man said.

The market price for the Spiritual Energy Pill was one thousand Initial Grade Spirit Stones. The old man didn't lower the price.

Chu Feng did not ask any more questions. He really wanted the rusted sword, so he took out a pill filled with spiritual energy.

It was only until noon that everyone finally returned to the stop. Each one of them was beaming with joy; it was obvious that they had gotten something out of it.

Chu Feng tested out the rusted sword, only to discover that he was unable to make use of it. Once the spirit energy concentrated on it, it would sink into the sea and disappear.

"Holding it, you actually can't even execute Meteor Sword Technique. This sword is strange. " Chu Feng had a worried look on his face, but he could not figure out what was so strange about the rusted sword.

Liu Yan also tried it out and shook her head, "It's useless. Big Brother Chu, this is really a sword. "

"It is indeed extraordinary. A thousand Initial grade spirit stones is simply too cheap." I don't understand why the old man sold it. " Chu Feng said.

"That is indeed the case. When an ordinary person obtains this sword, even if they are unable to use it, they would not sell it." Liu Yan asked curiously.

About a hundred kilometers away from the town of Duo Bao, an old man slowly raised his head and looked at the vast sky. He muttered to himself, "The fourth rusted sword has been delivered. "My mission is complete. It's time for me to leave the Profound Heaven Continent."

This old man was the one who sold the rusted sword to Chu Feng. At this moment, sadness was written all over the elder's face.

Only one person in the Mysterious Sky Continent will be able to face the tribulation, which occurs once every ten thousand years. I chose four of them.

The old man looked into the sky, his voice filled with desolation.

"Unfortunately, I'm about to leave. I can't bear to witness this catastrophe."

The trade gathering would be held seven days later, but Chu Feng and Uncle Liu had nothing to sell. There was no point in staying here any longer. They left the town together early the next morning.

After walking for several kilometers, just as Chu Feng was about to bid farewell to the crowd, someone suddenly pointed ahead, "Aren't they from the Gold Sun Sect?" Why are they here? "

Everyone raised their heads to look, and their expressions immediately changed. Sure enough, a group of more than ten people, led by a middle-aged scholar, quickly ran towards them.

"What are they doing here? "Were you not scared by Brother Chu?" A person said.

"The person at the front should be a helper that they found, right? "Brother Chu, it's your turn to show off your abilities again."

"Brother Chu, we'll help you fight from the back …"

… ….

With the exception of Liu Yan, this group of people were all in their twenties or thirties. Some were even in their forties. However, they called each other 'Brother Chu'. Even Chu Feng felt that he didn't look like a sixteen-year-old.

Strength was everything. If one had the strength, they would address him differently. If it was before, when this group of people saw Chu Feng, it was all because the little guy was too young.

Now, the little fellow that they spoke of had become the 'brother' in their hearts.

"They didn't run when they saw us. It truly is audacious. " He could hear the man's voice from afar.

"Run? Where can we run to?" A faint killing intent was emitted from the middle-aged scholar.

The two sides stood thirty meters apart.

Facing the visitors from the Gold Sun Sect, it was a lie that Liu Bo Yan and the rest were not nervous. However, only with the presence of an expert like Chu Feng would they be able to remain calm.

"Greater Heaven stage!" Uncle Liu's voice trembled.

The moment the three words "Greater Heaven stage" came out, everyone sucked in a breath of cold air, their expressions changing in shock.

The Greater Heaven stage was the dividing line between man and god.

Those below the Innate Realm were all ants.

In front of the Upper Sky Realm, a Lesser Heaven stage martial practitioner was extremely insignificant. Even if a large group of Houtian ninth stage martial artists were to stand in front of the Xiantian realm martial artists, it would be equivalent to a large group of ants standing in front of an elephant. There was no way to compare the two of them.

"Who is Yang Jingyun from the Cloud Lantern Sect?" The middle-aged scholar's voice was not angry, but was filled with might.

No one answered.

"Since no one dares to admit it, then there's no need for me to know. They were going to die anyway. Say your last words! " The middle-aged scholar indifferently said.

"Who are you?" Uncle Liu asked nervously.

"Ling Feng of the Gold Sun Sect. Unfortunately, I was away for a while. When I came back, Martial Nephew Hua was already dead. He died in your hands! " The middle-aged scholar's cold gaze was like a sharp blade as it swept across the crowd. Everyone that he looked at felt as if they were being stared at by a god of death.

Chu Feng also felt chilled to the bone. The killing intent of a Xiantian cultivator was simply too frightening.

Liu Yan tightly held onto Chu Feng's clothes.

"Martial Uncle Ling, there is a rusted sword by his waist. The youngest youth is Yang Jingyun. "He called himself Chu Feng. I thought no one would recognize him under an assumed name."

Chu Feng sighed in his heart, "Sorry, senior brother Yang." Only you can help me take the blame. "

Being pointed out to him, Chu Feng had no choice but to take a few steps forward. Hua Xiuwen and the other Houtian ninth stage martial artists had already been killed by him, so any further regrets were useless.

"All of you are responsible for your own actions. I was the one who killed Hua Xiuwen, it has nothing to do with them." Chu Feng said.

"You are quite calm. You know that you will definitely die." Ling Feng glanced at Chu Feng before frowning slightly as he pondered, "Third level precelestial, he did not hide his cultivation. With such a low cultivation level, Xiuwen actually died at his hands. It seems like he has some great treasure on him."