Shinto Emperor

Chapter 436 Jian Xiaoming

Ganning City, with a population of one million, can only be regarded as a small city in the southern Yan border country.

However, after entering Ganning City, one can find that the entire Ganning City is rich in supplies, and there are high-ranking officials and dignitaries coming and going, without the slightest visual sense of a small city.

"Master, let's find a place to live first!"

"Ok!"

The two walked side by side and walked towards the city.

There are endless crowds, bright clothes, and hawkers on both sides of the street, which is quite a prosperous scene.

At this moment, Qin Chen didn't appreciate these scenes, but looked around.

"Ningwang Pavilion!"

Walking on the street, I suddenly saw a pavilion.

The pavilion is hundreds of meters high, standing in the city, very conspicuous.

"It is said that the Ningwang Pavilion is the property of the Gan family in Gan Ning City. It not only deals in the purchase and sale of pills and spiritual weapons, but also houses them."

"Then live here!"

"it is good!"

The two stepped into the hall.

"Both guests, do you need any help?" A slender and well-dressed young man said respectfully at this moment.

"Buy some things, and stay in Ningwang Pavilion for three or two days."

"Okay, please come with me."

The young waiter, who appeared to be courteous, was evidently well trained.

"My sword is the divine sword of my ancestors. It cannot be fake. Why do you say it is fake!"

Just as the two left with the waiter, an indignant voice suddenly sounded.

In this huge hall, this figure is enough to attract everyone's attention.

Seeing the gazes of other guests, the manager immediately shouted, "Cover his mouth and throw him out."

"Someone is here, help."

The boy hurriedly shouted at this moment.

The young man is about sixteen or seventeen years old. He looks about the same age as Qin Chen. He has short hair and is quite refined. He is wearing a light blue gown and military uniform with a belt around his waist. He holds the handle tightly with both hands. sword.

"The ancestral sword?"

The person in charge immediately sneered and said, "Don't say that our Ningwang Pavilion store is a big bully. The signboard of our Ningwang Pavilion is not something you, a brat, can smash."

"This sword of yours is full of rust. Tell me what kind of Seventh Rank Divine Weapon it is. Are you kidding me?"

"Go away, otherwise I will be impolite in Ningwang Pavilion."

Qin Chen and Shen Wenxuan also stopped at this moment.

The waiter smiled lightly and said: "I made the two honored guests laugh, Ningwang Pavilion is the largest trading pavilion in Ganning City, the restaurant, there are many people coming and going, it is inevitable that there are people who fish in troubled waters."

"Let's go, Master!"

"Ok!"

At this moment, the roar of anger suddenly sounded.

"I, Jian Xiaoming, are descendants of Sword Master Sword Yinshan. This Yingan sword was passed down by my ancestor Yinshan Swordmaster."

As soon as these words came out, Qin Chen stopped in his tracks.

The person in charge laughed loudly at the moment and said: "Jian Xiaoming? Your Jian family is now on the verge of decline. You have offended the Fen family and the Le family. Those two families have already pushed your Jian family to the limit."

"If this sword is really a dry sword, your sword family has already taken it out to pay off the debt owed, how could it be possible to take it out now?"

"Stop bluffing and cheating here!"

"I do not have!"

Jian Xiaoming said in a low voice at this moment: "This is what I risked my life to obtain in the ancestral land of my ancestors. It is the Yingan Sword. This sword is a seventh-grade spiritual weapon. It was made by Emperor Jiuyou himself and presented to my ancestors."

"My ancestor, in the past, was the disciple of Emperor Jiuyou, the disciple of Venerable Qingyun!"

"I bother!"

The person in charge suddenly took a sip, and said: "I don't know how many families have the surname Jian. If you say yours is the Jian family, then it is? Besides, Jianyin Mountain? That is the disciple who was expelled from the sect by Venerable Qingyun back then. You are really a descendant of the Sword Family, and you have nothing to show off."

"Hurry up, hurry up, delay Ningwang Pavilion's business, you want to die!"

At this moment, Jian Xiaoming's face was flushed red, and he said bitterly: "Even if we are expelled, the ancestors of my family used to be the disciples of the great emperor, disciples of the venerable..."

It's just that the people in Ningwang Pavilion didn't bother to listen to this and started to bombard people.

"Jian Xiaoming, you really don't feel ashamed!"

At this moment, a soft and delicate laugh sounded slowly.

Outside the hall, a beautiful figure walked into the hall with lotus steps.

The woman was dressed in a blue dress, outlining a perfect figure, and the curve in front of her body was thrilling.

"Le Yueer!"

When Jian Xiaoming saw the woman, his expression immediately dimmed.

"Jian Xiaoming, I didn't expect your Jian family to be forced to such an extent!" Beside the woman, a young man with long hair loose and a bun on top, sneered and said: "But I advise you, Don't think about crooked ways, just wait to die."

"Fen Qing, what about my sword family has nothing to do with you?"

"It has nothing to do with me. However, our Fen family is giving you one last chance. After three days, on the dojo, your sword family will either win all three battles, or prepare to spend all your financial resources to compensate!"

Fen Qing sneered and left with a flick of his sleeves.

That Le Yue'er also looked at Jian Xiaoming, and said: "Xiao Ming, give up struggling, your grandfather is no longer good, and your Jian family will be completely destroyed."

"You don't have to worry about it!"

Jian Xiaoming's face was flushed at the moment, and the veins on his neck were bulging, but he suppressed the anger in his heart.

In the hall, everyone gradually dispersed.

Jian Xiaoming hugged the rusty sword in his arms tightly, and remained silent.

"Little brother!"

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him and said with a smile: "Do you want to sell this sword? My son is interested, can you go upstairs and tell me?"

"Who is your son?" Jian Xiaoming asked cautiously.

"Qin Chen!"

Ningwang Pavilion, on the second floor, is a spacious resting area with tables arranged neatly.

At this moment, Qin Chen and Shen Wenxuan looked at the anxious Jian Xiaoming in front of them.

"You said you are a descendant of Jianyin Mountain, do you have evidence?"

"Of course there is!"

Jian Xiaoming said confidently: "In the ancestral hall of my Jian family, the portrait of the ancestor is enshrined, that is the iron proof, and there is this sword."

Jian Xiaoming said enthusiastically: "I got it in the ancestral land of the Jian family."

Hearing this, Qin Chen glanced at Jian Xiaoming and said, "If you don't intend to tell the truth, then I don't need to read this sword."

"Jianyin Mountain was born in the Nine Nethers, and is a native of the Nine Nethers, not the Nine Nethers Continent, let alone the Nanyan Kingdom. Where did you go to your ancestral land?"

Hearing this, Jian Xiaoming looked at Qin Chen in astonishment.

"who are you?"

Qin Chen said unhurriedly: "It doesn't matter who I am, will you sell this sword or not?"

"This sword actually came from a strange place. My sword family was originally one of the largest families in Ganning City, but three months ago, my grandfather Jianming Mountain was accidentally injured in the Nanyan Mountain Range. The Jian family was in chaos and burned. The family and the Le family have teamed up to oppress them, and now they have made a three-war agreement."

"Three days later, each of the three major families will fight with three younger generations no older than 20 years old. If the Sword Family loses, they will have to compensate the two major families for their losses."

compensation?

Qin Chen looked at Jian Xiaoming with puzzled eyes.

The damage to Jianming Mountain seems to have nothing to do with the Le family and the Fen family, right?How could there be a so-called loss?

(End of this chapter)