Chapter 97 It Must Be an Accident

"Then what do you think? I can't let me make a treasured weapon for you on the spot, right? This young master has limited time, and I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, so I won't let it go!"

Qin Chen's face sank.

What's going on, I've said it so clearly, this Leng Mo is still so rambunctious, it's too out of the way.

"Hmph, it's not that I don't give face, but how do you prove that what you said is correct?!"

"prove?"

Qin Chen was speechless, he said so clearly, how to prove that he is a craftsman, he should know that what he said is right.

Glancing at the rusty sword in his hand, Qin Chen suddenly moved in his heart.

"Well, I have an idea."

He raised the embroidered iron sword: "Take the treasure you made and fight the iron sword in my hand to see who's weapon is stronger. If the treasure you made is broken, don't mess around any more, immediately. Make way, how?"

Quiet!

The originally lively second floor was quiet.

real or fake?

Did I hear it right?

This kid wants to fight with the rusty sword in his hand and the second-order treasure made by Master Leng Mo? Whose weapon is stronger?

What a joke!

Everyone knows that the rusty sword in Qin Chen's hand was just acquired by gambling. It was rusted and rusted, and the smooth side was almost invisible. With the passage of time, it has long lost its original appearance.

Such a broken sword, chopped on wood, was afraid that it would break at once, and it had to fight against Master Leng Mo's second-order treasured soldiers.

Isn't this Qin Chen crazy!

"What did you say?"

Leng Mo, who was originally furious, almost exploded when he heard Qin Chen say this.

Competing with a rusty sword against the second-order treasured soldiers refined by oneself is too damaging. Even if you win, you will have no glory.

Doesn't it mean that one's own treasure is only worthy of being compared with this kind of broken sword?

"What? You didn't understand? Didn't you say that I can't prove it? If you fight two treasured weapons against each other, it will be clear at a glance. If your treasured weapons are broken, it naturally means that the quality of your treasured weapons is average. If the soldiers are cut off, it naturally means that I am talking nonsense, and I am still a second-order weapon refiner. You don't understand such a simple truth? Or, you dare not compare?"

Qin Chen squinted at Leng Mo, with an expression that you can't compare.

I dare not your sister!

Eyeballs stared, Leng Mo almost vomited blood, what did he dare not.

"Okay, since you want to compare like this, the old man will fulfill you. When the time comes, the old man will see you, what else can I say!"

Picking up the ice glass sword, Leng Mo suddenly stimulated his true qi.

boom!

On the ice glass sword, a dazzling white light suddenly bloomed, and a biting chill swept across the hall like a blizzard, causing the crowd to retreat one after another with a look of astonishment.

"What a terrible cold."

"The infuriating energy in my body is almost frozen."

"As expected of a second-order treasured soldier refined by Master Leng Mo, how could such a treasured soldier break apart in battle? Then Qin Chen must be talking nonsense."

The crowd was shocked, and the cold air emanating from the Ice Glass Sword made everyone awe and their faces solemn.

"Hey, boy, look at the sword!"

In front of everyone's eyes, Leng Mo shouted angrily. In order to achieve better results, he almost didn't keep his hands. The heaven-level True Qi was pushed to the extreme. above.

boom!

The violent cold swept through, turning into a tornado and rushing to the roof. The momentum made everyone gasp in shock.

Click!

At the same time, a cracking sound was clearly heard in the ears of everyone.

"Hahaha, boy, what else do you have to say, if you dare to compare your treasures with this old man, it's like an old birthday star hanged - looking for death!"

In the cold wind, Leng Mo laughed wantonly.

The depression that had been suppressing my heart for a long time today seemed to be released instantly, and I laughed out loud without any scruples. But with a smile, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became very strange, as if something bad happened.

Turning his head, he found that Qin Chen was looking at him with a cold smile, as if looking at a clown.

angry!

Leng Mo became furious again, this kid was dying, and he dared to look at him with this kind of eyes, and he had to teach him a good lesson later! But he suddenly felt that something was wrong, because he suddenly found that everyone in the hall was staring at the ice glass sword in his hand, and their eyes widened in astonishment, as if they had seen a ghost...

One of the warriors also stretched out his right hand, pointed it, and stammered: "Master Leng Mo, you... your sword!"

"What happened to my sword?"

His heart sank in an instant, and he lowered his head sharply, only to see that the sword, which was still intact just now, like a white jade, was densely covered with cracks, and it was still spreading.

"boom!"

The body of the sword suddenly exploded, and the shattered blade of the sky came towards Leng Modou. He was in a hurry, and he was still rubbed by many sword bodies. Become a grass chicken.

"It will explode!"

"True anger is really backlashing!"

"This……"

Everyone was dumbfounded, and their mouths could fit an egg.

"Impossible, this is impossible, an accident, it must be an accident!"

Unable to believe his eyes, Leng Mo was furious. He picked up the Explosive Flame Sword and banged. The fiery flames swept through, and the sword slashed down.

Click!

The second Explosive Flame Sword also shattered!

On the other hand, the rusty sword in Qin Chen's hand was unscathed, as if he had chopped a piece of tofu into pieces.

God, can you please stop playing with me like that?

Leng Mo was about to cry.

Is this still a rust sword, how to chop it up, just like a magic weapon.

"The old man doesn't believe in evil."

Picking up the third black iron sword, Leng Mo's robes swelled up, pushing the infuriating energy in his body to the extreme.

The black iron sword is the hardest of the three swords. Even the third-tier treasures can compete with each other in terms of hardness alone. Leng Mo doesn't believe that this time, he can't stop slashing the rusty sword in Qin Chen's hand. .

Bang!

This sword is even worse!

The whole black iron sword was directly broken, and half of the sword body pierced into the ceiling of the second floor of the Jubao Building, piercing the ceiling.

Holding the half-truncated sword, Leng Mo's face turned blue and white, completely dumbfounded.

"This is what you call a treasured soldier? If you don't admit it, you have to bring it over and slap me in the face, why bother!"

Shaking his head, Qin Chen picked up the rust sword and blew it lightly. There was no gap on the rust sword, not even a bit of the rust skin, and it was intact.

Carrying the rusty sword, Qin Chen took Lin Tian and Zhang Ying and left the Jubaolou.

This time, no one dares to stop him in the slightest!

Until Qin Chen's figure completely disappeared, Master Yang and others suddenly woke up.

"That rusty sword is absolutely extraordinary, it's a real magic weapon!"

Master Yang let out a roar, and his heart was crushed to death.

I thought Qin Chen was very excited to bet on a rusty sword, thinking it was him who punched the eye, who knows, this is the real magic weapon.

Even a treasured soldier like Xuan Tiejian can be cut off in an instant, even a third-order treasured soldier can't do it, at least it is above the fourth-order.

my God!

If I knew this earlier, no matter what happened before, I have to keep this sword!

Master Yang's heart is bleeding!