After bankruptcy, I relied on metaphysics to become a top wealthy family

The disciples of the Zhou family were brought back to their senses by the man's exclamation, and they all stretched their heads and looked over.

In the middle of the formation, Bai Zhi suddenly pulled out a dark sword out of thin air.

The blade of the sword was pitch black and lackluster, like a piece of scrap metal with no visible patterns.

The disciples of the Zhou family were initially startled by the magical weapon that suddenly appeared, but when they saw its appearance clearly, they instantly laughed out loud.

"I thought she was going to bring out something good, but I didn't expect it to be a broken sword!"

"That's right, what can this sword be used for?"

Everyone looked at the bald senior brother's gleaming magical weapon made of 24K pure gold, and then looked at the broken copper and iron in Bai Zhi's hand. They really felt a little funny.

You want to go up against your senior brother with this piece of crap?

I'm afraid that one hammer could break the broken sword into pieces.

Obviously, Zhou Mingyi on the high platform had the same idea. He didn't even understand the purpose of Bai Zhi pulling out a broken sword at this juncture.

He was about to mutter something, but in the blink of an eye he saw Zhou Yinhua's ancient well-like eyes suddenly burst into a strange light.

Zhou Mingyi's eyes flashed, and then he turned to look at the broken sword in Bai Zhi's hand.

Could it be that the master was waiting for this broken sword?

What is the meaning of this broken sword?

He was thinking a lot, and he couldn't figure out what the use of the broken sword was. At this moment, a burst of laughter came to his ears.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw the bald man laughing forward and backward in the formation.

The bald man couldn't help but laugh when he saw the chicken-like Bai Zhi carrying a small broken sword.

He picked up his 24K pure gold hammer, weighed it easily, pointed at Bai Zhi and said.

"You're going to hit me with this piece of crap?"

Not that he said it, it was really funny.

The bald man took a deep breath and said with a smile: "Why, you can't afford the magic weapon? Grandpa, do you want me to lend you some money?"

It's so shabby that you dare to put this thing out on the market.

When Bai Zhi heard this, she snorted coldly: "Grandpa? Huh, when I was killing everyone, your mother didn't even know where she was! You don't even deserve to be my grandson!"

A rat who is countless generations younger than her actually dares to call himself grandpa in front of her, and he is not afraid of shortening his life!

When the bald man heard Bai Zhi's words, he was furious: "You!"

This was the first time that a little girl scolded his grandson, and he immediately became angry and trembled with anger.

"It seems that you really don't want to live today!"

The bald man picked up the hammer and rushed forward, intending to kill him with one move.

Fan Qingliu looked at the dangerous scene in front of him, his whole body froze, his eyes were shocked, he raised his legs and wanted to rush forward.

The disciples of the Zhou family were also talking and laughing at this time, watching the scene in front of them as if they were watching a performance.

The hammer was swung high, very fast, and it was about to hit Bai Zhi. Some were happy, some were worried, and everyone was waiting for the last moment.

But Bai Zhi, who was in the whirlpool, stood there as if nothing was wrong, slowly raising the iron sword in her hand.

The thin and frivolous body and the ugly broken sword looked helpless and pitiful at this moment, silently facing the coming storm.

At the critical moment, Bai Zhi suddenly raised her left hand and slashed the blade of the iron sword.

Everyone saw that the bald head who was destined to win was suddenly ejected by a golden light at the moment when he was about to hit Bai Zhi.

Suddenly, everyone was stunned.

"What just happened?"

"I do not know."

The bald man fell to the ground, a mouthful of black blood suddenly gushing out.

She looked at Bai Zhi in disbelief.

Bai Zhi was seen alone in the golden light, holding the sword blade tightly with her left hand. The blood slowly flowed out, and was actually sucked clean by the sword.

The originally worn-out iron sword in his hand seemed to be fed, glowing with ink-colored light, and looked like an abyss, dark and terrifying.

His original shabby appearance was completely invisible.

At this moment, a strong white light lit up in the sky.

This feels extremely familiar.

The bald man's eyes were shocked and he murmured.

"The ultimate artifact, now in the world."

Everyone looked at the black divine sword in Bai Zhi's hand, and their hearts beat wildly.

"That's the ultimate artifact."

A knowledgeable person took a second look and said in disbelief: "That's the Ten Thousand Years Black Iron Sword!"

"Ten Thousand Years Black Iron Sword?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

Isn’t this thing extinct a long time ago? How did you get this Angelica dahurica?

Bai Zhi curled her lips slightly.

Chen Jinzi fought the Black Iron Sword day and night just for this encounter.

Thinking of Chen Jinzi, Bai Zhi's eyes suddenly dimmed, and she couldn't help but think of the cold corpses still lying in the Bai family.

Chen Jinzi doesn't know why, but he has a deep obsession with making money. He always talks about making two million.

She didn't even have time to ask him what he wanted two million for.

Isn't it just for the one million wages that he strikes? But now, the sword is healed, but he can never see it again.

Bai Zhi's eyes flashed, and her throat was a little clogged.

She stepped forward, pointed the blade of the sword directly at her bald head, and whispered.

"I told you, you are not worthy of being my grandson."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his sword and blood spattered on the bald head.

When the disciples who were watching the excitement saw this scene, they were so frightened that they trembled all over.

"She...she killed the bald senior brother."

"Senior Brother Baldhead has obviously reached the third level of Jingyuan, how could he..."

How could he be killed by Bai Zhi with one sword so easily?

how come!

The disciples were so frightened that they began to feel fear in their hearts.

At this moment, they realized how powerful the ultimate artifact was!

And when Zhou Mingyi saw one of his best junior brothers being killed by Bai Zhi, his eyes were so dark that they could drip ink.

Bai Zhi dares her!

The best artifact is indeed rare to find in this world.

There's just one thing he doesn't understand.

Bai Zhi is only at the first level of Jingyuan, so how can she activate the best artifact?

Not only were the disciples of the Zhou family greatly shocked, but the appearance of another top-quality artifact also shocked the Taoist Association.

Cangxing was still thinking about how to persuade Bai Zhi to join the Taoist Association, but the sudden white light there frightened him.

The eldest disciple of Cangxing shouted loudly.

"My master! The best artifact has appeared! Oh my god! This is the second best artifact this month!"

Who is this?

Has Xuanmen poked holes in the best artifacts these days?

The long-lost human skin paper has come out, and the extinct ten thousand year black iron sword has come out again!

No, some people may have never seen something in their life, but they actually saw it twice in a month.

I lost it! Absolutely amazing.

Cangxing was very excited when he heard this.

"Which master is this?"

Take it down, you must take it down hard.

Suddenly, he didn't know what he thought of, his eyes flickered, and he said with some uncertainty.

"Isn't it Master Bai who did it again?"

The eldest disciple was startled and rolled his eyes.

"Huh? You can't, right?"

How is this possible? Is there really such a godly man in this world?

It can't be...