Chapter 106 I am rich

  Chapter 106 I am a Tyrant

  Yun Bufan and Chu Lingsheng went back and forth to pick and choose among the only ten Holy Spirit Artifacts.

  Finally, Chu Lingsheng picked out a black wristband, which can only withstand the full blow of the monk in the early stage of distraction, but it can be used five times.

  Yun Bufan picked out a piece of silver-white light armor, which can withstand a full-strength blow from a monk in the fit stage but can only be used twice.

   “It’s all good,” Bei Yinuan said yes, but he took a purple jade hair crown and a animal pattern finger wrench.

   “All of them.”

  Bei Yinuan decided to buy something with a wave of his big hand, but Xia Kongqing and the others stared wide-eyed.

   “Master, uncle, are you sure?”

  Xia Kongqing slapped her round cheeks with both hands, with an expression of disbelief, how many spirit stones are needed for five Holy Spirit artifacts!

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

  After taking the Holy Spirit Artifact to brush the spirit stones, Bei Yinuan gave the three of them what they had picked before.

   “Ling Sheng, a belated coming-of-age ceremony.”

  Bei Yinuan handed Chu Lingsheng a black spirit box, and when he opened it, it was his black wristband from before.

   “Kongqing, extraordinary, this is a coming-of-age gift for you in advance”

  The white spirit box was given to Xia Kongqing, and the largest rosewood spirit box was given to Yun Bufan.

   “Uncle! Really, really gave it to us?” Xia Kongqing held the spirit box, her voice trembling.

  The Holy Spirit Artifact is so precious, few people in the entire cultivation world can own it, right now…Xia Kongqing couldn’t help but threw herself on Bei Yinuan with a groan: “Thank you, uncle!”

   “Thank you Master Beihan!”

  Chu Lingsheng and Yun Bufan readily accepted Xia Kongqing, and it was hard for them to shirk.

  Spiritual artifacts are as expensive as pills, Bei Yinuan bought five Holy Spirit artifacts, and his purse was empty.

   “Beihan Zhenjun, you have spent more than 1,500 high-grade spirit stones in our building, and we will give you a spirit weapon. You can choose any spirit weapon from 1 to grandmaster level.”

  The rich manager and manager smiled as amiable as Maitreya Buddha.

   “Kongqing, you pick one,” Bei Yinuan turned to Xia Kongqing and said.

   “Me?” Xia Kongqing was excited again: “Really! Ahhh, uncle, you are too kind to me!”

  Bei Yinuan watched Xia Kongqing grow up, who else could he spoil if he didn’t spoil her.

  The top floor is an attack weapon. A group of four people followed the waiter’s lead to the top floor, and then saw Xu Mingyu who was ignored by them.

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

  The sword is rusted all over, and the strong smell of rust can be smelled from five meters away.

  Bei Yinuan called Hou Zai’s waiter and asked, “What happened to the sword?”

“Return to Beihan Zhenjun, this sword is the special town building spirit sword of our Wanling Building.” The waiter smiled and said as if remembering something: “The origin of this sword is very special, as long as someone can take it from the sword stand It belongs to whoever it is, and it doesn’t take a cent.”

   “A broken sword is still a tower-shaking spirit sword.” Chu Lingsheng sneered: “A first-order spirit sword is sharper than it, isn’t it? The decline of your Wanling Tower is miserable enough.”

  The waiter smiled and said nothing.

  Bei Yinuan has no interest, but knows that this sword will definitely not be easy.

   Just imagine, if this sword had something special, why would it be regarded as a town building spirit sword?

   “You, you” Bei Yinuan tapped 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 by 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: “Got it, Zhenjun.”

   “Hmph, it’s time” Xia Kongqing smiled gloatingly.

  At this time, a muscular monk rubbed his hands twice to get the rusty spirit sword, but no matter how hard the monk tried, the spirit sword could not move a single bit.

  The monk had bulging veins on his forehead, and his face was grim. The rusty iron sword that seemed to be able to be picked up with one hand did not move at all.

   “Come down, you can’t do it, don’t try to be brave, let me do it instead.”

   “I’m coming, here I am, I’ve been waiting so anxiously.”

   “I don’t think any of you can pick it up. You might as well look at other spirit swords honestly.”

  The crowd laughed, and the monk on the stage came down in frustration.

  Xia Kongqing and the three were excited to see it, and they wanted to get together to make fun.

   “Hey, brother.”

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

   “Oh? You have already selected the defensive spirit weapon?” Xu Mingyu asked perfunctorily, not sincerely.

   “Okay.” Xia Kongqing showed a mouthful of small white teeth, and smiled very happily.

  Xu Mingyu knew at a glance that Bei Yinuan must have given them something, otherwise what could Xia Kongqing’s spirit stone buy to make her so happy?

   “Brother, have you bought the spiritual weapon yet? What kind of weapon did you buy? It shouldn’t be defense, I haven’t seen you on the third floor.”

   “No.” Xu Mingyu looked at the rusted iron sword unsteadily and said, “I want this sword.”

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

   “Who knows?” Xu Mingyu raised an arc of laughter: “My perception tells me that it should belong to me?”

   “A chance?”

  At this time, Bei Yinuan’s voice fell slowly, and Xu Mingyu glanced at her with his arms around him and said casually: “Maybe it is.”

  The intuition of a monk is mostly chance. If your intuition tells you that something should be yours, then there is no doubt that it is definitely your chance.

  Bei Yinuan has been in the realm of comprehension for ten years, but she has never met her own chance.

She looked at another monk who was holding a sword on the stage, and thought for a while that she was such a pitiful little girl. Xia Kongqing had even met her by chance when she grew up so big, but she hadn’t moved for ten years, and everything was Find it by yourself, hey.

   One monk after another stepped forward confidently, and then shrugged their shoulders and came down again.

  Bei Yinuan and the others accompanied Xu Mingyu and waited for him to go up, to see if it was his chance.

   When Chu Lingsheng and Yun Bufan became impatient, Xu Mingyu moved.

  Xia Kongqing yelled at him: “Brother, come on!”

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

  Take it, take it!

  Everyone was astonished, and suddenly all the people on such a large floor fell silent. It was unknown, so the person who was asking the waiter couldn’t help lowering his voice. As for why, they didn’t know.

   “What? Simple as that?”

  Xu Mingyu looked at the stunned waiter with a look of disgust on his face: “You can’t be playing tricks, just brush mine.”

  The waiter froze for a while, then shook his head desperately: “My lord, we will never make fun of you with this kind of thing, my lord, wait a minute, I’ll call my boss!”

   “Bah, it must be a lie. We must have used some spells so we can’t pick it up.”

   “Yes, a broken sword is neither alive nor sharpened, how could we not be able to pick it up.”

   “You guys are coming soon. If you can’t pick it up, it proves that you are not destined. Wanling Building has let go. Whoever can pick it up will own it, and they won’t take anything.”

  Some people are uneasy, some are calm, and some are suspicious of Wanlinglou.

  (end of this chapter)