His strength is very strong, and his martial arts realm is even one level higher than Chen Song.

The second level of Wuling.

And, he is a sword cultivator!

A pure sword cultivator, who has the sword intent in his body.

Therefore, even if there are strong men from the third level of Wuling present, they dare not underestimate him.

The attack power of the sword cultivator is very terrifying, let alone a pure sword cultivator.

Jian Shisan is very self-aware.

The golden sword he grabbed was a low-grade weapon of the earth level.

Although the level is the lowest, it is very complete and has almost no damage. Moreover, its aura is enough to rank among the lowest-grade weapons of the earth level.

"boom!"

The golden sword suddenly burst out with a sharp sword intent as it approached.

It seems to be able to kill all spirits!

"snort!"

Jian Shisan snorted coldly, and a powerful sword intent scattered from him, colliding with the sword intent of the golden sword.

Two different sword intents kept colliding together, making loud bangs.

The sword intent was constantly blending and then disappearing, setting off a storm of sword intent, and the people around him hurriedly retreated.

Finally, the sword intent of the golden sword gradually dissipated.

"You are qualified to master my sword!"

A voice of will echoed and disappeared immediately.

This is a trace of divine thoughts left by the original owner in the golden little sword. The purpose is to test the visitor. Once the little sword recognizes the new owner, it will dissipate.

After getting the golden sword, Jian Shisan left Bingshan without looking back.

The handsome back made everyone feel excited.

Many warriors who came early have not succeeded until now, and some have even given up.

"hateful!"

Chen Song's face looked ugly.

Jian Shisan's actions undoubtedly slapped him in the face.

And it is the kind of "slap" sound.

"Wen Yao, come and try it." Zhan Wuque said, pointing to a very delicate female soft armor.

The soft armor is seriously damaged and its aura is not strong. It seems that it can reach the lowest level of the earth level at most.

Wen Yao was a little puzzled.

The others were also confused.

With Princess Wen Yao's talent, you can try a complete earth-level low-grade weapon. Why choose such a broken soft armor?

"Are you looking down on the princess?"

Chen Song opened his mouth and wanted to take the opportunity to disagree and provoke the two of them.

"Okay, that's it."

To everyone's surprise, Princess Wen Yao actually chose to obey Zhan Wuque.

"Princess, you have to think carefully, that's a piece of waste!" Chen Song said hurriedly.

Among the thousands of lights, thousands of weapons, the aura of the soft armor is ranked at the bottom. Compared with other things, it is indeed a waste product.

"No need to say more, I have decided!"

Wen Yao looked firm.

Chen Song was furious and didn't know what kind of ecstasy soup Zhan Wuque drank for the princess, but he actually made the princess believe him so much.

Soon, the soft armor was summoned by Wen Yao.

To her surprise, Soft Armor was very resistant.

Wen Yao's face was pale and she had to work hard to achieve success.

"Young Master, what's going on?"

Wen Yao asked Zhan Wuque.

Even if she is stupid, she knows that this soft armor is not simple anymore.

In fact, the reason why she believed in Zhan Wuque just now was because she believed in Zhan Wuque's vision. Now it seems that she is indeed not wrong.

"Look at the material of this soft armor carefully."

Zhan Wuque replied.

Princess Wen Yao heard this and looked at it carefully for a few times, but found nothing.

"Look at the thread connected with soft armor."

Zhan Wuque reminded.

"This, is this a thousand-year-old ice silk?"

Princess Wen Yao was surprised.

"It's not a thousand years, but a thousand years of ice silk. It's said that the bubbles cannot melt, the fire cannot be burned, and the sword cannot be damaged. This one alone is worth a lower-grade treasure."

Zhan Wuque said lightly.

Princess Wen Yao suddenly realized that she was even more impressed by Zhan Wuque's eyes.

It is incredible that Zhan Wuque can even see the ten thousand-year-old ice silk used to connect the soft armor.

Chen Song had a slight face and said nothing.

He was slapped in the face again.

"Brother Zhan, do you think which one should I try is the most promising?"

Jin Cheng stepped forward and asked humbly.

Princess Wenyao just now was a living example, which shows that Zhan Wuque's eyesight is indeed very strong. At this time, I might have some more hope.

"That one is best for you. If it fails, there is no need to try it again."

Zhan Wuque pointed to a bronze sword with only the sword edge left.

The sword was very broken, only one-tenth of the original one, and few people could see it, but Jin Cheng trusted Zhan Wuque very much, and he took action without saying a word.

The others also came forward to ask for advice, Zhan Wuque was not stingy and pointed it out one by one.

It was Qiu Yanshi's turn, and Zhan Wuque actually pointed at a middle-grade long sword of the earth level.

And it was the magic knife that emitted black light that Chen Song failed just now.

Seeing this, Chen Song was angry and laughed.

He, a genius in the first level of martial spirit, failed. Qiu Yan, a half-step martial emperor who had just broken through, could he be recognized by the magic sword?

Zhan Wuque was obviously trying to embarrass him on purpose!

But Chen Song learned his lesson so much that he no longer nimbled, but stood aside and prepared to watch the show.

With Qiu Yan's strength, he will definitely be severely injured.

Qiu Yan's eyes showed hesitation, but finally gritted his teeth and decided to listen to Zhan Wuque's.

He hooked the magic sword.

Strangely, the process went surprisingly smoothly.

Chen Song just now tried his best to hook the magic sword.

Chen Song suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart.

Soon, his bad premonition came true.

Qiu Yan had just reached the magic sword into the black light. After only a few breaths, the magic sword fell into his hand.

"What!"

Chen Song was stunned.

What a joke? He failed, but even the one and a half-step Wu Emperor succeeded?

The key is that Qiu Yan is still an old man, an old man who is about to die!

If it were Zhan Wuque, he could still accept it. After all, Zhan Wuque is a little capable and is not very old, so he is considered a genius, but now, this...

Not only him, but many people nearby also watched it.
To be continued...