The Northern Sword God
The Tuan Abror ii
"Let me give one leak to you young master" said Mr. Abror acting mysteriously.
"The three nobles from White Elephant City intend to buy this ancient cooking recipe worth 5000 low-ranked energy stones" the old fox whispered with a triumphant smile.
"You knew? Just for the sake of this simple recipe, in addition to the frills of ancient objects, the foolish nobility immediately willingly intend to spend a sum of money worth thousands of stone energy" mr. Abror's eyes flashed with cunning. Sima Yong secretly felt dislike for the old man.
He continued...
"However, when some time passed, the other guest eavesdropped on my conversation with the noble, who was,
He then took his time and negotiated more interestingly. The guest who was reportedly a cultivator from the Skull Wind Hill Sect, offered to buy a copy of the recipe worth 7,000 medium-sized energy stones"
Mr. Abror looks very proud. Her chest is kempis. He was full of confidence after knowing that the simple object he had turned out to be the target of travelers from nearby cities. Continue while telling the story...
"I didn't even want to sell copies of the recipe.
In my opinion, if the experts from the famous Sect were interested in this recipe of cooking, I wonder.Don't there be something full of mystery in this copy..." The old man's breath was heard hunting because he imagined the value of money that was much greater than the two offers. He tried to regulate his breathing so as not to look greedy.
"Then I weighed. Lest in this copy of the recipe be hidden a single piece of information about secret techniques or an explanation of the existence of a peerless magic weapon, I now intend to raise the price of this copy even faster...
In my opinion, the selling price of 100,000 medium-ranked energy stones is a decent value. What do you think, young man?" Mr. Abror then smiled and looked deeply at Sima Yong.
Little coughs...
"Young master..
As I have seen, you are a figure that is so easy to waste money. You must be a young master of a great sect or clan.
In my opinion the sum of money of this 100,000 Middle ranked Energy Stone, it doesn't seem like it will matter to you right?.."
Sima Yong pretended to be surprised. Though clearly he can read in which direction this old man meant,
"Awhile..
Don't tell me you intend to sell me a copy of the recipe?" tannya
Mr. Abror's eyes sparkled. He nodded his head. Said..
"If you really intend to buy a copy of it, tonight I'll take the thing from the storage shed in the house of our chief, Patriarch Ye" he whispered but also his voice was a bit loud.
Sima Yong noticed that this Mr. Abror was a cunning merchant figure. He deliberately spoke whispers with her, when he saw the guests who were staying at the inn of the Tuan Abror Shop had descended from the second floor, now sitting at the inn's restaurant, and he was, ready to have lunch while eavesdropping on all of their conversations.
Thus, this old man deliberately gave the impression that a copy of the recipe of the cuisine was as if it would be bought Sima Yong at a price of 100,000 energy stones. Even this old man cleverly delayed taking a copy from the warehouse, and deliberately said out loud that he would give it to her tonight.
"Is not the distance between the current hours too far away from the night? clearly this old fox was willing to take advantage of the time lag between it to receive other offers from people who intended to suppress the price"
Sima Yong glanced at the group of guests who seemed to start pretending to order food. The average person staying at this Abror Shop inn was an expert in the middle and upper rank Boundless Realm realm.
All seemed indifferent, but he saw the average experts occasionally glanced at him and Mr. Abror who began to speak loudly showing off the price of his findings.
Tonight in Jinzhi Village was a dramatic night, with a huge Full Moon glittering radiating a gentle glow like the color of wheat. The thin clouds left in the sky, passed quickly in the wind blowing so that the sky looked like it was naked with a somewhat glossy black blue color.
One looked out from the darkness of the night across the grass field in the square, walking quietly while illuminated by the moonlight. The old man was Mr. Abror, who according to his promise to Sima Yong, he would take a copy of the ancient recipe from the storage warehouse in Patriarch Ye's residence.
The further he stepped, the quieter he felt, fading from the flickering flickering lights of the village houses only occasionally blinking, like an old firefly about to die.
There was still half a lie left from the Abror Shop, suddenly three black shadows jumped up and blocked the steps of Mr. Abror.
"Give me the thing you just picked up from the storage shed !"
I want you to obediently hand over the copy, I count it starting in three breaths. All without the need to exchange blows with us" Threatened the black-clothed man whose face was only covered in a piece of cloth - leaving only two small holes for his pair of eyes.
Meanwhile Mr. Abror did not look to be panicking at all. Looks like this old fox kept some surprises up his sleeve. He said softly,
"Came alone here and took it himself" and then he grabbed something from inside his ring. It was a single copy of ancient letters that looked old.
"This is what you want, isn't it?" he put the old copy at his feet, then took a few steps back.
The three masked figures glanced at each other. Although their faces were invisible, the eyes were greedy, and one of the masked leaders gave a code to his friend to retrieve the object placed by Mr. Abror.
"You're very patu. If so then I would not hesitate anymore" the figure of the masked man quickly turned into a shadow - flashing with his arms stretched out to grab a copy of the recipe on the ground.
Wush ! when the masked man's hand was 5 cun away from the copy, Mr. Abror's body vanished into the light. The finger on his right hand formed a short dagger-like prick, and tofu had threatened the masked man's hand.
"Huff" the masked man pulled his hand quickly, then he salted back. The leader of the masked group who had already passed the sword from the very beginning, was now making a stabbing motion towards the shadow of Mr. Abrior.
Shou - shou !
"Death !" the sword tip of the masked leader locked the pulse on the neck of the Throw Abror. Friend the mask the other with the movement no less quickly jump and intend to grip the copy on the ground.
"Saint !" mr. Abror's right hand was wide open. The white powder was scattered and in an instant the eyes had wrapped the ancient copy on the ground.
Meanwhile Mr. Abror's left hand quickly took out a small silver chain along the two fathoms. The silver chain thus glittered in the moonlight, but the tip was a short, gloomy-looking spearhead, which was easily guessed that the tip of the weapon was in a deadly poison laburi.
In that backward motion, Mr. Abror twisted the silver chain, very quickly like a snake now wrapped around the sword of the masked group leader.
Tsing - tsing !
The masked leader's sword now came to a halt in a piercing motion, as it was wrapped around Master Abror's silver chain. The two powerful forces channeled in the weapon, now clashed with each other, to determine who was the most powerful.
"Help me. Transfer your pure air !" shouted the masked group leader. He suddenly felt all of his energy being sucked up quickly, through the silver chain that belonged to the old man.
Wush - plaque !
The two masked experts immediately placed their hands on the backs of their leaders. Then the masked leader's face, which was pale at first, now began to improve in pink. Next the combined three pure airpower of the masked man began to flow into the tip of the sword, turning around to oppress Lord Abror.
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