"Good sword ......" Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't hold back the joy in his heart. шщш.(vii) (ix) x.S.сом The update is so fast.

The flying sword he refined was far inferior to this sword.

The strongest thing about this black 'colored' wooden sword is the powerful soul power it contains, which is the powerful soul power that the wooden sword has been refined by great masters and baptized for thousands of years.

This sword is particularly important to Zhang Xiaoqiang, if he can get this sword, he can absorb the powerful soul power of this sword, he can enhance his divine soul power, and even improve his cultivation, and then his various divine powers will be even more domineering.

The value of the black 'colored' wooden sword itself is far less important than the powerful soul power it contains.

"How do you sell this sword?" asked Zhang Xiaoqiang.

No matter how much money the other party opened, even if it was hundreds of millions, Zhang Xiaoqiang decided to buy this sword.

A handsome man with a white face in Central Asia slowly spoke, "I don't want money......"

"Then what do you want? My Pei Yuandan, do you want it?" asked Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Just now he exchanged Pei Yuandan and Shi Tianhan for storage handbags, and this man with a Central Asian face was not far away, and he saw it.

The man with a face in Central Asia said: "Pei Yuan Dan, the cultivation pill 'medicine' of Middle Earth, I don't need to ...... it."

He didn't even want Pei Yuan Dan, and he still disliked that this was the pill 'medicine' of Middle-earth?

It seems that his cultivation method 'door' is really very different from the cultivation method 'gate' of Chinese martial artists and cultivators.

Zhang Xiaoqiang hesitated, what do you have to 'exchange' with him for a black and 'colored' wooden sword?

"Silly Bi, what kind of dog are you, Pei Yuandan, a deceitful thing......" Liu Linque took the opportunity to sneer.

"Give me these two girls, and I'll give you this broken sword......" At this moment, the man with a Central Asian face spoke.

In his mouth, the black 'colored' wooden sword is just a broken sword, and it is not as valuable as the two beautiful 'women', and it seems that he himself doesn't know how good this sword is.

"Look for death. "Zhang Xiaoqiang's face sank, this person actually asked Qin Qingxia and Zhou Yani to export, this is when the master is air.

"Boy, leave these two 'women' behind, you can get out of ......," the Central Asian man continued.

"Give me this sword, you can also roll ......" Zhang Xiaoqiang made a move, and the black 'colored' wooden sword was grabbed by him in the air.

Zhang Xiaoqiang took the opportunity to throw the black 'colored' wooden sword into the storage ring space.

The man with a face in Central Asia stood up suddenly, and grabbed the golden wire ring knife on his side.

When he sat cross-legged on the ground, he stood up, nearly two meters tall, giving people a strong sense of oppression standing up to the sky, coupled with the fact that he was carrying a golden wire ring knife, the whole person burst out with the momentum of overturning the river and the sea, so that the entire space fell into a cold breath, and the people nearby couldn't stand this oppressive force and fled one after another.

Liu Linque, Zhu Xunjiang and the little girl beside them were pressed by this breath and almost collapsed, and even Uncle Lin behind them could only hold on.

"Master, super master......" Uncle Lin made such a judgment to this man with a Central Asian face in his heart, Uncle Lin had a 'glamorous' envious expression on his face, this kind of strong man's realm is exactly what he has never regretted in his life.

"It's a pity, this kid is going to die tragically under this big master, and the storage handbag and Pei Yuandan are not my share......" Uncle Lin still had a slight regret in his heart.

"Grab my things, you are looking for ...... death" The man with a Central Asian face slashed at Zhang Xiaoqiang.

The golden silk big ring knife carried the rolling killing 'wave', splitting the space in half, making a crackling sound, and the endless killing 'wave' condensed into a golden 'color' knife, and slashed at Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang held Qin Qingxia in his left hand and Zhou Yani in his right hand, and he retreated sharply, dodging the domineering knife of the man with a Central Asian face.

"Bell ......"

The golden-colored knife was directly split on the hard bluestone floor, and the bluestone floor, which was one meter thick, was directly split in two by the golden-colored knife, leaving a crack on the ground that was nearly ten meters long.

"What a domineering knife ......"

Uncle Lin's face was full of fascination.

This man with a Central Asian face cut the bluestone floor with a knife, if this was cut on a person's body, wouldn't it be cut in half on the spot?

Not only Uncle Lin was shocked, but the surrounding warriors and the people who ate melons were all stunned.

Zhu Xunjiang, Liu Linque and the little girl beside them were even more shocked to open their mouths wide, and their eyes were about to fall out.

"Who is this? What a domineering knife technique......

"Look at the face, it's not like us Jiangnan people, a bit of Western Regions blood, is it a big master from the Western Regions?"

Many warriors muttered in a low voice, 'handing over' their heads to their ears.

"It's him, it's him......" said a swordsman in surprise.

"Who? you say, don't be surprised......" The man next to the swordsman asked urgingly, a little unpleasantly.

"Ryoma Temple, Bai Haolong ......," the swordsman said.

"What?, the white-clothed sword monk, Bai Haolong, the great master of the Dragon Horse Temple?"

"It's him, no wonder, only his sword skills are so domineering......"

"Isn't it true that Longma Temple hasn't stepped out of the Western Regions for thirty years? Why did Bai Haolong, a white-clothed sword monk, appear here?"

"You ask me, who do I ask?"

When the swordsman said Bai Haolong of Ryoma Temple, the surrounding area exploded.

Whether it is Longma Temple or Bai Haolong, it is a legend in the Central Plains and the Jiangnan area.

Thirty years ago, Xu Banruo, the great master of Longma Temple, set foot in the south of the Yangtze River, challenged the major giants', and was finally washed by Ma Junlai, the great master of the Ma family in Central and Southern Province, with a sword and blood, Xu Banruo was seriously injured and absconded back to Longma Temple at the northern foot of the Tianshan Mountains, and since then the disciples of Longma Temple have never stepped out of the snowy area of the Tianshan Mountains.

The disciples of Longma Temple do not go out of the Tianshan Mountain, it does not mean that the wealthy 'men' and warriors in the Central Plains and Jiangnan do not know Longma Temple, just like the white-clothed knife monk Bai Haolong who carries a golden wire ring knife in front of him, is a legend of Longma Temple.

It is said that Bai Haolong was adopted by the elders of Longma Temple from birth, teaching him knife techniques and Zen skills, Bai Haolong is also considered to be talented, just look at the knife he just cut the bluestone floor, it shows that his skills are profound.

"It turned out to be a white-clothed sword monk, it's just that, I still want to impact this realm, in this life, there is no hope of chasing a white-clothed sword monk to cultivate like this......" Uncle Lin sighed secretly, a trace of loneliness flashed on his face.

"Boy, if you can dodge my knife, you can be regarded as having three points of ability......" Bai Haolong looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang indifferently, like looking at a dead man.

"Qingxia, Yani, you guys are standing here, I'll go and solve this 'color' and 'Shang'......" Zhang Xiaoqiang said lightly.

Qin Qingxia and Zhou Yani both carried the defensive 'jade' block refined by Zhang Xiaoqiang, as long as they were unwilling to leave, Zhang Xiaoqiang could protect their safety.

Just now, Zhang Xiaoqiang hugged the two 'women' and retreated, also to protect their safety, and he had to deal with this white-clothed sword monk, which was effortless.