Chapter 931 The Sword for Our Own People

The moment Pu He threw his old property to Wen Renhen, his heart was trembling, as if his soul had been taken away. However, he made this decision regardless of everything. Because he knew that he had to do this, there was no other better way, and there was no room for maneuver. Of course, unless he was willing to watch Wen Renhen being taken away by Huan Yin again, and was willing to endure Lie Prajna's even more terrifying anger.

Wen Renhen looked at the storage bags that Pu He threw over, frowned slightly, but did not immediately look through them, but asked coldly: "Only 300,000 fairy jades?"

Seeing Wen Renhen's expression that was even a little disgusted, Pu He's anger rose up in an instant. Are you kidding, this is all his property, but he was despised by the kid in front of him? What's the difference between this and despising him personally?

However, Pu He did not dare to get angry at the moment. He just suppressed his anger and persuaded him: "Brother Wenren, although there are only 300,000 fairy jades, my magic weapons, elixirs, and skills are definitely useful to you. They are necessities for soldiers in my army. And even if you can't use them, you can spend some time to sell them all, and the 300,000 will always be more than 500,000 fairy jades. Even if you don't have time to sell them, how about this, I'll find someone, as long as you follow me, I'll find someone to help you sell those things, and cash them out to you directly, isn't that okay?"

Pu He's appearance was no different from begging, and the surrounding soldiers were stunned. Pu He was a commander, and he always looked arrogant and domineering in this camp. How could he be like this? What's more, this was for a new soldier.

After listening to Pu He's words, Wen Renhen seemed to be finally moved, so he showed hesitation in his eyes and reached out to grab the storage bag that Pu He threw out to check it.

However, before he stretched out his hand much, there was a "clang" sound, as if something broke through the void and fell on the ground beside him, immediately diverting his attention.

"I also have something here, I don't know how much fairy jade it is worth, because I never sell this kind of thing. If you want to sell it, sell it, if you are willing." The calm voice came from Huan Yin's mouth.

Everyone heard Huan Yin's words clearly, looked at him with some surprise, and then without exception, they gathered their eyes beside Wen Renhen and on the ground that had cracked. Even Huan Yin's opponent Pu He was the same.

Then, everyone saw that in the crack that had just opened, a fairy sword was inserted at this moment. The immortal sword was transparent, just like air. It seemed that with a slight swing, the sword would disintegrate before it hit anyone. However, for some reason, there was an inexplicable glow flowing on such an immortal sword, as if it was the soul of the immortal sword, which made the illusory immortal sword condense and not disperse.

For a long while, no one gave any reaction. Because no one could see through the sword, or no one felt the power of the immortal sword at the first time. However, no one directly despised the sword, because anyone with a brain could figure out that what Huan Yin took out at this time should not be simple.

The one who was most interested in this sword was not the onlookers, not Huan Yin's opponent Pu He, not the beneficiary Wen Renhen, but Lu Tianjun who had just stood behind Huan Yin.

At the moment Huan Yin threw the sword, his eyes had already locked the sword firmly. For a moment, he, the master of refining, did not immediately understand the sword. However, as time passed, when a little bit of memory crept into his mind, his eyes widened.

Until now, when everyone stared at the sword on the ground for five or six breaths, Lu Tianjun finally remembered that this sword was the ninth-grade magic weapon that Huan Yin forged with air in the jade slip image?

Lu Tianjun had long wanted Huan Yin to give this sword to him to think about. Because this sword is not just as simple as the ninth grade, but its materials and casting methods are accompanied by all kinds of magic, not an ordinary ninth-grade immortal sword.

But because there was no opportunity at the moment, Lu Tianjun had not had time to bring it up. But at this moment, when he saw the sword with his own eyes, he immediately became excited and shouted directly to Wen Renhen: "Quick, Wenren brother, pick up the sword quickly, don't lose it."

Wen Renhen had long ignored the messy things that Puhe threw over, and his eyes were already locked on the immortal sword thrown by Huan Yin. However, until now he still couldn't see what this immortal sword was like. However, when he heard what Lu Tianjun said, he immediately felt something strange in his heart.

Although Wen Renhen and Lu Tianjun had never met before, they had both been through the underground palace. Therefore, Wen Renhen knew a thing or two about Lu Tianjun. He knew that although his strength was not very good, his attainments in refining weapons were already rare masters. What did it mean that a weapon refiner like him now showed that expression to the immortal sword thrown by Huan Yin?

Finally, Wen Renhen no longer hesitated. He stretched out his hand and grasped the immortal sword thrown by Huan Yin. And the moment he grasped it, his whole face suddenly changed.

The powerful force silently moved back and forth in the immortal sword. Although it did not explode, it was like a sleeping beast. If someone stimulated it with spiritual power, the beast would roar and swallow the sky and the earth.

Wen Renhen had never felt such a feeling before on any magic weapon. He had lost the ability to think at this moment, and just wanted to try the sword out of his subconscious impulse.

So, everyone saw Wen Renhen suddenly pull the sword out of the ground, and then use his spiritual power to swing it towards the sky!

With one swing, the surrounding air actually gathered towards the transparent fairy sword crazily, and soon formed a storm. The storm was like a long dragon, rising from the sword body and rushing straight to the golden sky, as if to pierce the sky.

Then, the terrifying tornado storm broke away from the sword body and flew towards the sky. The residual power formed by it made the soldiers present feel as if a sword was scratching their faces. If they did not use their spiritual power to defend themselves, they would be injured. At the same time, everyone also felt that the air around them was completely drained at this moment, and for a moment, it was difficult to even breathe.

Looking at the flying tornado again, after it separated from the immortal sword and lost the support of spiritual power, it not only did not become smaller, but instead absorbed the surrounding air along the way, becoming stronger and stronger, and the power it radiated became more and more terrifying, and more and more frightening. Looking at it, if there is no obstacle and it keeps flying like this, I am afraid that at some point, it will even be comparable to the power of heaven and earth summoned by the earth cultivator!

"Bang!" Finally, Huan Yin stretched out his hand and waved it casually, dispersing the big tornado that attracted everyone's attention. On the other hand, Wen Renhen, a young man who had never had much expression, was breathing rapidly at this moment, with a face full of shock.

He just swung the sword casually, without calling on much of his own power. However, the power formed by the sword was actually somewhat close to the full force attack he had used when he used Taoism in the past. Moreover, if the tornado continued, it might even be able to surpass it, which was far beyond his cognition.

Wen Renhen did not understand magic weapons, and he did not pay much attention to magic weapons after practicing for so long in his life. But today, even though he didn't know the grade of Huan Yin's sword, he had already opened his eyes. He knew that if he could have such a magic weapon, it would be equivalent to a huge improvement in his cultivation. He also knew that such a magic weapon was something he had never seen before and could not buy. Its value could no longer be measured by fairy jade. As Huan Yin said just now, even if Wen Renhen had a heart of stone, he would not be willing to sell this sword.

After a long while, Wen Renhen finally came back to his senses. So, he immediately turned around and looked at Huan Yin, with a respectful look in his eyes that had never appeared before, and said: "Sir, you...are you really going to give me this sword?"

Huan Yin's expression remained calm, and he said lightly: "My sword is only for my own people."

When Wen Renhen heard this, he no longer hesitated, and directly picked up Huan Yin's storage bag containing 500,000 fairy jades, grabbed the fairy sword with his other hand, and strode towards the tent of the Feipeng team. No matter how Pu He screamed behind him, he did not look back.