Uncle is Up

Yun Bufan and Chu Lingsheng picked back and forth among the only ten holy weapons.

In the end, Chu Lingsheng picked a black wrist guard, which could only withstand a full blow from the monk in the early stage of distraction, but could be used five times.

Yun Bufan chose a piece of silver-white light armor, which could block a full-strength strike from a monk in the physical stage but could only be used twice.

"It's all good," Bei Yinuan said, but he took a purple jade hair crown and an animal pattern ring.

"All of them."

Bei Yinuan decided to buy something with a wave of his hand, but Xia Kongqing and the others' eyes widened.

"Master, uncle, are you sure?"

Xia Kongqing slapped her round cheeks with both hands, with a look of disbelief on her face. Five Holy Spirit Artifacts, how many spiritual stones would this cost!

Chu Lingsheng and Yun Bufan looked at each other and then shook their hands at the same time, feeling that the Holy Spirit Artifact in their hands was particularly hot.

After taking the Holy Spirit Tool to brush the spirit stones, Bei Yinuan gave all the ones they had chosen to the three of them.

"Lingsheng, a belated coming-of-age ceremony."

Bei Yinuan handed Chu Lingsheng a black spirit box. When he opened it, it was his previous black wristband.

"Kong Qing, Bu Fan, this is your coming-of-age gift in advance."

The small white spiritual box was given to Xia Kongqing, and the largest red sandalwood spiritual box was given to Yun Bufan.

"Uncle Master! Really, really give it to us?" Xia Kongqing held the spirit box in her hands, her voice trembling.

The Holy Spirit Artifact is so precious. Only a few people in the entire world of cultivation can possess it. Now... Xia Kongqing couldn't help but wailed and threw herself at Bei Yinuan: "Thank you, Uncle Master!"

"Thank you, Lord Beihan!"

Chu Lingsheng and Yun Bufan readily accepted Xia Kongqing's offer, and they couldn't shirk it.

Spiritual weapons are as expensive as elixirs. Bei Yinuan bought five holy weapons and his wallet was empty.

"Zhenjun Beihan, your consumption in our building has exceeded one thousand and five high-grade spiritual stones. We will give you a spiritual weapon as a gift. You can choose any spiritual weapon from 1 to Grandmaster level."

The wealthy manager and shopkeeper smiles as amiably as Maitreya Buddha.

"Kong Qing, pick one," Bei Yinuan turned to Xia Kong Qing and said.

"Me?" Xia Kongqing was excited again: "Really! Ah, uncle, you are too good to me!"

Bei Yinuan watched Xia Kongqing grow up. Who else could he pamper if not her?

The top floor was equipped with attack-type weapons. A group of four people followed the waiter's guidance to the top floor, and then saw Xu Mingyu, who had been ignored by them.

Xu Mingyu and a group of people stood in front of a rusty sword placed on the sword stand in the middle.

The sword was covered in rust, and the strong smell of rust could be smelled from five meters away.

Bei Yinuan called the waiter standing aside and asked, "What's going on with the sword?"

"Hui Beihan Zhenjun, this sword is the special tower-killing sword of our Wanling Tower." The waiter smiled as if he remembered something and said: "The origin of this sword is very special. As long as someone can take it from the sword stand, It belongs to whomever you get up, and you won’t take anything away from it.”

"A broken sword can still be used as a building-shaking spiritual sword." Chu Lingsheng sneered: "All the first-level spiritual swords are sharper than it, okay? The decline of your Wanling Tower is really miserable."

The waiter smiled and said nothing.

Bei Yinuan was not interested, but he knew that this sword would definitely not be simple.

Just think about it, if there wasn't something special about this sword, how could it be regarded as a tower-killing spiritual sword?

"You, you." Bei Yinuan slapped Chu Lingsheng's forehead with a fan: "Misfortune comes from your mouth. Don't always say whatever you think, you know."

Bei Yinuan's fan was transformed into a golden cudgel. This blow was made by Bei Yinuan in order to educate him. He covered his head and lowered his head and said weakly: "I understand, Zhenjun."

"Humph, that's right." Xia Kongqing gloated.

At this time, a muscular monk rubbed his hands twice and went to pick up the rusty spiritual sword, but no matter how hard the monk tried, he could not move the spiritual sword.

The monk had protruding veins on his forehead and looked ferocious. The rusty iron sword that he could pick up with one hand had not moved at all.

"Come down, you can't do it, don't be brave, let me do it instead."

"I'm coming, I'm here, I've been waiting so long."

"I don't think any of you can pick it up. You might as well just look at other spiritual swords."

The crowd burst into laughter, and the monks on the stage came down in frustration.

Xia Kongqing and Xia Kongqing were so excited that they wanted to join in the fun.

"Hey, senior brother."

The four of them walked behind Xu Mingyu, and Xia Kongqing patted Xu Mingyu on the shoulder.

"Oh? Have you picked out your defensive spiritual weapons?" Xu Mingyu asked perfunctorily, not sincerely.

"Okay." Xia Kongqing showed her small white teeth and smiled very happily.

Xu Mingyu knew at a glance that Bei Yinuan must have given them something. Otherwise, what kind of spiritual weapon could Xia Kongqing's spiritual stone buy that would make her so happy?

"Brother, have you bought the spiritual weapon? What kind of weapon did you buy? It shouldn't be for defense. I didn't see you on the third floor."

"No." Xu Mingyu looked at the rusty iron sword uncertainly and said, "I want this sword."

"Ah!" Xia Kongqing frowned: "Is this sword really that good?"

"Who knows?" Xu Mingyu raised a smile and said, "My consciousness tells me that it should belong to me?"

"Opportunity?"

At this time, Bei Yinuan's voice slowly fell. Xu Mingyu crossed her arms and glanced at her casually: "Maybe."

Most monks' intuitions are based on chance. If your intuition tells you that something should be yours, then there is no doubt that it is your chance.

Bei Yinuan has been in the world of cultivation for ten years and has never met his own opportunity.

She looked at another monk who was holding a sword on the stage, and thought to herself that she was such a pitiful little person. Even Xia Kongqing had had a chance to meet her in such a long life. She had not done anything in the past ten years. It's up to you to find and snatch it, hey.

One after another, the monks stepped forward confidently, and then came back with shrugs.

The four of them, Bei Yinuan, accompanied Xu Mingyu and waited to see when he would go up and see if it was his chance.

When Chu Lingsheng and Yun Bufan ran out of patience, Xu Mingyu made a move.

Xia Kongqing shouted to him: "Brother, come on!"

Xu Mingyu didn't roll up his sleeves or rub his hands like everyone else did before. He walked up two steps like walking on a catwalk and then grabbed the sword and picked it up.

Take it, take it!

Everyone was shocked. The entire floor was suddenly silent. Those who didn't understand why and asked the waiter couldn't help but lower their voices. As for why, they themselves didn't know.

"What? Just that simple?"

Xu Mingyu looked at the stunned waiter next to him with a look of disgust on his face: "You couldn't have been tricked into brushing me, right?"

The waiter was stunned and shook his head desperately: "Sir, our building will never play tricks on you with this kind of thing. Master, wait a minute, I'll call you!"

"Bah, it must be a lie. Some kind of magic must have been used to prevent us from picking it up."

"Yes, a broken sword has no life and no edge. How can we not pick it up?"

"You guys are going to get it soon. If you can't pick it up, it proves that you are not destined for each other. Wanling Tower has already said it, whoever can pick it up belongs to him, and he won't take anything away from him."

Some people are calm, some are calm, and some are suspicious of Wanling Tower.