C14 Sword Pavilion 3

Zhuo Hua brought Nan Chen into the Sword Pavilion. A small man walked over. "Welcome to the Sword Pavilion," he said. "What can I do for you?"

"I want to buy a sword," Zhuo Hua said.

"Sure, come with me." He led the way for the master and disciple.

The Sword Pavilion not only sold swords, but also other weapons. The reason why it was called the Sword Pavilion was because the weapons here were the best and the most complete. There are all kinds of swords. You can choose the swords that are suitable for you here. Only you can't think of it.

"We're here."

Zhuo Hua looked at the tall building in front of him. It was about nine stories tall.

The man who brought them in explained, "The swords in our Sword Pavilion are divided into nine levels. The ninth level is the best sword in our pavilion."

"Of course, you can't go up to the ninth level just because you want to. As long as your cultivation base reaches the Soul Formation stage, you can travel up to the ninth level at will. The pavilion master will personally receive you when you reach the ninth level. Excuse me, may I ask what level you want to go up to?"

"The ninth floor." Of course, his disciple had to give him the best.

Nan Chen looked at Zhuo Hua. He remembered that in his previous life, Zhuo Hua had only chosen the cheapest sword for him at the lowest level. At that time, he was still holding the sword in his arms, hugging it even when he was sleeping. Later on, he found out Zhuo Hua's purpose, and in a fit of anger, he crushed the sword into a pile of scrap metal.

"The ninth floor? May I ask your cultivation levels..."

Before he could finish, Zhuo Hua released his pressure. "Can we go up now?"

"Yes, yes, please." Feeling the pressure coming from the Tribulation Crossing Stage, Little Si said with a cold sweat.

When he passed the first floor, Nan Chen saw a familiar sword in the corner, looking at the back of the man in front of him.

Zhuo Hua, the sword on the ninth floor is not cheap.

On the way to the ninth floor, there were only four swords on the ninth floor. They were hung in four different directions.

"Hahaha! ... I didn't know Vernerable Zhuo Hua was here, so I didn't welcome him from afar. " A man walked out from the dark. There was a long scar on his face.

Thinking of what that young man said just now, Zhuo Hua nodded at the man. "Master."

"Master, are you going to pick a sword for yourself?"

"Mm."

Nan Chen looked at Zhuo Hua in surprise. Wasn't he here to buy a sword for him?

"What kind of sword does the Venerable One want?" Zhuo Hua looked at the four swords in the room. Finally, his eyes stopped on a black sword. Zhuo Hua picked up a sword and turned around to take out a beautiful sword flower.

"Nan Chen, how is this sword?"

"Very good." Nan Chen lowered his head.

The pavilion master smiled and said, "Venerable One, you have a good eye. This is our treasure, and this sword has some spiritual knowledge. It has only been a thousand years since it became a sword spirit."

A thousand years. Zhuo Hua smiled bitterly. He didn't know if he could live until then. However...

"I want this sword."

"Alright, Venerable One. There's a total of 500 million crystals."

The common currency of cultivation world was spirit crystals. One spirit crystal could be used by a family of three for three years. From this, one could see that five hundred million spirit crystals was not a small amount.

Even the national treasury of a country did not have 500 million spirit crystals.

Seeing that Zhuo Hua did not speak for a long time, the Pavilion Master could not help but ask, "Does the Venerable One think it's too expensive?"

That was true. Everyone thought it was too expensive. He was too embarrassed to say it just now. It would sound better if he said he did not want to sell it.

In fact, Zhuo Hua had only estimated how many spirit crystals he had. After roughly counting, he estimated that he had more than a billion spirit crystals. He could still afford to buy a sword.

"Not expensive."

Zhuo Hua threw a spatial ring to the pavilion master. There were exactly 500 million spirit crystals in it. Zhuo Hua picked up the sword and brought Nan Chen back to the inn.

The pavilion master had already prepared himself for the sword that could not be bought. Looking at the spirit crystals in his hand that could buy ten sword halls, the pavilion master did not come back to his senses for a long time.