An hour later.

The sun, which was level with the surface of the lake at the foot of the Tianyanzong Mountain Peak, rose into the sky. The Tianyanzong, which was completely silent, gradually began to make sounds under the light of the rising sun.

The loudest one is the "flea market" at the foot of Tianyan Sect's main peak.

Whenever a new semester begins, some disciples will set up stalls to sell the treasures they obtained during the holidays that have little benefit to them in exchange for spiritual stones.

Usually, the items sold in the "flea market" are miscellaneous and have not been officially verified like the items sold in Tianyan Sect's stores, so the quality varies.

What you buy depends entirely on luck.

If you're lucky, you'll be able to find good stuff. If you are not lucky, it may be a meat bun beating a dog and Baihua Lingshi.

But Zhang Miaomiao didn't come here to find some good stuff, she just wanted to buy a decent sword.

After checking her body today and confirming that there were no internal injuries, Zhang Miaomiao walked to the sword training school, intending to warm up in advance.

But after arriving at the sword training school, Zhang Miaomiao always felt that she had forgotten something important.

She thought hard for a long time, and when she saw another true disciple who also came to the school in advance to practice swordsmanship, Zhang Miaomiao suddenly realized that she had forgotten to bring her sword!

What's even more frightening is that Zhang Miaomiao immediately realized that she, a swordsman, didn't even have a sword!

A swordsman without a sword is like a little girl wearing a skirt and no safety pants!

What kind of system is this?

True disciples below the Golden Core stage of Tianjian Peak need to go to the sword shop in Tianjian Peak to buy a sword for use. Disciples above the Golden Core stage can go to the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords in the Cultivation Continent to find a natal sword.

But when Zhang Miaomiao entered Tianjian Peak, Shen Buyan gave Yan Yixiao's natal sword Bibo Sword to herself as a gift for entering the sect, so she never bought any other swords.

In the original work, after Zhang Miaomiao donated blood, her cultivation stagnated at foundation building, and she never got a sword that truly belonged to her. But at least she didn't return the Bibo Sword at the beginning, and she could still use it.

But since Xin Yiheng handed the Bibo Sword back to Shen Buyan, Zhang Miaomiao has lost her sword completely.

The terrible thing is that she doesn't have many spirit stones on her body. She has spent so much on Lu Chenyi over the years that she now only has ten spirit stones in savings.

This little money can't even afford the cheapest and dullest sword in the sword shop!

Her class was about to start and she didn't have time to make some money to buy a sword at a sword shop. At the moment, I can only hope to buy a workable sword with the ten remaining spirit stones at the flea market, where the prices are relatively low.

Zhang Miaomiao walked to a stall selling swords, looked at the various swords on the ground, and asked cautiously, "Boss, how many spiritual stones does the cheapest sword here cost?"

The owner of the sword seller was a handsome young man of fifteen or sixteen years old. He was wearing a yellow robe with the word "Qi" printed on it. He looked like a true disciple of the Tianyan Sect's Spiritual Weapon Peak.

The swords on the ground were all made by him during the holidays by finding materials.

The young man selling the sword raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang Miaomiao, who was dressed in white with the word "sword" printed on the clothes, and felt contempt in his heart.

A sword cultivator's sword is equivalent to their significant other.

The young man who sells swords has seen many sword cultivators who would not hesitate to spend money on their own swords, but he has never seen a sword cultivator who wants cheap swords. Is she not out of her mind?

But when the buyer asked, he didn't have the nerve to say anything to her. The boy selling the sword casually pointed to a green copper sword that didn't look good next to him and said, "This copper sword is the cheapest. I didn't make it when I made it." Master the fire, make it a little crooked, and the blade is a little dull. I'll sell it to you at cost, only a hundred spirit stones."

One hundred spiritual stones!

Zhang Miaomiao cried in her heart, she couldn't afford so much money!

She said sheepishly, "Boss...can we get credit here?"

The young man selling the sword raised his eyebrows and said, "There is no credit policy at the flea market. Besides, even if there is no such rule, I will not give credit to anyone from Tianjian Peak."

These words made Zhang Miaomiao blush.

Sword cultivators need spirit stones to feed their swords, which costs a lot of money on a daily basis. Except for Jun Letian, who comes from a fairy family, there is someone behind him to support them, and the other sword cultivators are basically very poor.

Some of the true disciples of Tianjian Peak did such despicable things as running away without paying because they were poor.

As a result, the disciples of Tianjian Peak have become like Lao Lai in the hearts of the disciples of other peaks of Tianyan Sect.

"That...Boss, can you make it cheaper? I really don't have that much money left!" Zhang Miaomiao said bravely.

Seeing the rather disdainful expression of the sword seller, Zhang Miaomiao argued hard, "Besides, look at your sword, it's ugly and blunt. It can be said that it's about looks but not appearance, and inner qualities but not inner qualities. There won't be anything else." Sword cultivators will buy it.”

"Only I can see through the ugly appearance and useless interior of this sword and appreciate the hard work you put into refining it, boss!"

The young man selling the sword was moved by Zhang Miaomiao's remark.

Indeed, no matter how you look at this sword, it is a failure. Even the cash-strapped outer disciples who are preparing to enter Tianjian Peak may not necessarily buy such a failed product.

It's better to sell it cheaper, and the loss will be a loss. If it can't be sold, the sword will probably be folded in the hand, and the gain will not be worth the loss.

"...Okay! Then you make a price." The sword seller hesitated for a long time and finally agreed to Zhang Miaomiao's proposal.

"Okay, boss, please be happy! The boss is so sincere that the little girl will give all the spirit stones she has to the boss in exchange for this sword!"

With that said, Zhang Miaomiao was afraid that her boss would change his mind, so she hurriedly poured out the remaining ten spiritual stones in her bag and stuffed them into the boss's hands.

Sword-selling boy: Why did you give me ten spiritual stones if you just said it when you were robbing me?

……

Of course, those ten spiritual stones were not exchanged for the crooked green copper sword in the end. After the sword seller received ten spirit stones from her, he only gave her a tattered iron sword. As if he thought she was unlucky, he closed the stall and went to another place.

Zhang Miaomiao tremblingly picked up the iron sword on the ground, wanting to cry but without tears.

The iron sword in my hand is not only rusty, but even the tip is missing!

On the contrary... ten spirit stones are only enough to replace such a useless sword that is even less attractive and useless!

Now Zhang Miaomiao has no other choice, the only ten spiritual stones left are gone. It was impossible for her to sell the relics given by her mother for money, so she had no choice but to take the broken sword to the first swordsmanship class of the new semester.

Wuwuwu... Go to class with this broken sword, you will die!

Zhang Miaomiao raised her sword dejectedly, ready to face the ridicule of fellow disciples.

As soon as she took a step, she heard a young man behind her say in a frivolous tone, "Girl, please stay. If you are short of money, Jun can help you."

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