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"This……"

Yan Zhiluo hesitated for a moment, then quickly said, "Okay, let's try it with Elder Zheng's sword."

After all, she also wanted to know how sharp the sword was, so as she spoke, she stretched out her dagger.

Elder Zheng smiled mysteriously, "President Yan, this sword of mine has been with me all my life and I have never lost it. You better take it."

Yan Zhiluo nodded somewhat dazedly. Deep down, even if the sword was not a magical weapon, she didn't want to throw it away. After all, it was a gift.

brush!

Here, the short sword in Elder Zheng's hand flashed a cold light and slashed towards Yan Zhiluo's sword.

chap!

After a slight sound, one of the men's sword broke into two and fell to the ground.

"This……"

Zheng Yuming was dumbfounded. This sword had been with him all his life and he thought it was a godly weapon but it was almost a godly weapon. However, he never expected it to be so vulnerable and broke directly.

Under normal circumstances, if there is a difference in quality between the two swords, at most a gap will appear. But now it breaks directly. How big can the difference be?

"What a good sword! What a good sword." He muttered to himself, not knowing whether he was praising others or his own sword.

Yan Zhiluo was dumbfounded as she saw that her dagger was intact while Elder Zheng's dagger broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

She didn't expect that the weapon Song Yu gave her was actually a magical weapon. Did he have so many? And the pills on him could help her advance by taking them. Who was he?

She couldn't help but feel that Song Yu's identity was becoming more and more mysterious.

"Miss!"

Even the maidservant next to them showed excitement when looking at Yan Zhiluo, which meant that we now have a good sword. Given the sharpness of this sword, it would not be an exaggeration to regard it as a treasure of any sect.

"My friend, do you have any swords left? I am willing to exchange them."

Zheng Yuming was so excited that he grabbed Song Yu's arm.

Song Yu smiled and said, "If you want to exchange, you must have something to exchange."

"You...you actually still have it?" Elder Zheng widened his eyes. In his eyes, this kind of magical weapon can definitely be regarded as a treasure of the mountain. It is difficult for others to own one, but you actually still have it. How exaggerated is that?

Not only him, but even President Yan opened her beautiful eyes wide, feeling incredible. If Song Yu was an old guy, a world-famous master weapon refiner, she could understand it, but he was still so young.

Song Yu couldn't help but seem more mysterious in his eyes, and he felt more fortunate to have formed a good relationship with this person.

Zheng Yuming thought for a moment, then suddenly took out two yellow pills that he usually didn't want to use from his sleeves, and handed them to Song Yu.

"Song Xiaoyou, how about I exchange these two pills for your dagger?"

Song Yu shook his head helplessly, "The level of your medicine is too low. It's just two pills at best. How can it be exchanged for my priceless dagger?"

"This..." Elder Zheng thought for a long time but couldn't think of anything else that could be exchanged.

"Elder Zheng, if you don't have anything to exchange, I'll leave. After all, my sword wasn't blown by the wind, so I can't just give it away casually."

After saying that, Song Yu turned around and walked outside.

Elder Zheng was speechless after hearing this. You just gave a dagger to Yan Zhiluo, and now you tell me that I can’t give it away to others casually?

"and many more!"

Seeing that Song Yu was about to go out, Elder Zheng suddenly called him.

"What's the matter? Elder Zheng, do you have anything else to say?" Song Yu stopped.

Elder Zheng felt around in his arms for a long time with a look of pain on his face, and finally took out a small cloth bag. He then opened it solemnly, revealing three shiny stones.

"Song Xiaoyou, how about I exchange these three spirit stones for your short sword? You know how rare spirit stones are. Even I, the elder, would not be willing to use them normally."

Zheng Yuming had a look of annoyance on his face. He was not lying. Spiritual stones were so precious even in the Hidden Sect. Who would be willing to use them easily?

Song Yu shook his head. "Elder Zheng, to be honest, three spirit stones are not enough. However, it is fate that we meet. I will exchange with you if you owe me a favor."

"Humph!"

Zheng Yuming curled his lips secretly, thinking, three spirit stones are not enough? You really want to go to heaven.

However, for him, the most urgent task is to quickly obtain the sword to improve his combat power. Once he obtains this dagger, he is confident that he can fight against the Martial Saint.

It will be safer to plan other things then.

"I can't bear to let the child trap the wolf!"

Finally, he gritted his teeth and handed the small cloth bag to Song Yu.

Song Yu was not polite. He took his spirit stone, fumbled in his sleeves for a while, and took out a short sword.

In fact, since he got a batch of spirit stones in Japan last time, three spirit stones were a bit too little for him. But for him, any spirit stones, no matter how many, needed to be collected. What's more, he had a lot of daggers, so exchanging one dagger for three spirit stones was definitely not a loss.

Not to mention Zheng Yuming, even Yan Zhiluo looked at Song Yu's sleeves with burning eyes. It felt that this guy's sleeves were not big, how come they were like a treasure bag, always able to take out good things? And anything he had could be put in them?

"Thank you, Mr. Song."

Zheng Yuming couldn't wait to take the sword from Song Yu, stroking the sword with ecstasy.

Song Yu looked at him, a barely perceptible sneer flashed across his eyes, then he turned around, opened the door and walked out.

"Brother Song, take care. Welcome to visit us often in the future." Yan Zhiluo said, and murderous intent slowly emerged in Zheng Yuming's eyes.

After Song Yu left the room, he walked out of the hall.

At the same time, countless people looked at him.

When he came outside, it was already dark, so Song Yu went straight east and returned to the hotel.

But before he had walked far, he noticed that countless people were chasing him under the cover of darkness.

The first few people to be affected were the bearded man from the Forging Hall with whom he had exchanged daggers, and Elder Zheng from the Dutian Gate who was with President Yan.

At this time, Song Yu noticed that a sinister young man suddenly rushed out of the crowd, passed the bearded man and Elder Zheng and chased after him.

When this man appeared, even Elder Zheng and the bearded man fell behind, as if they were very afraid of this young man.

"Oh shit!"

Song Yu shook his head. How could he not know that these people were plotting against him?

So he decided not to leave in a hurry. Instead, he walked towards a dark and remote place, and slowly moved towards the hotel.

He had not walked far when he heard a sound of breaking air above his head. A young man flew over his head and landed directly in front of him, blocking his way.

Song Yu looked up. The young man had a gloomy look in his eyes, his fingertips were almost black, and the aura on his body gave people a particularly gloomy and strange feeling, as if he was not a normal person. In his hand, he was always slowly waving a folding fan.