Chapter 798

"Hehe, money is just an external thing to this old man, but it doesn't matter if you ask for a word of fate." The old liar waved his hand and smiled calmly.

Mu Hanyan glanced at Xuanyuan Fengchen with contempt, if the old liar really had such a good mood, he wouldn't end up in the end of various countries killing Wuquan's corpse. To put it bluntly, he was taking too much advantage, and he even took a lot of money. Too lazy to order.

Of course, it may also be that he wants to leave the place of right and wrong as soon as possible, so as not to be ganged up.

With the silver note in his pocket, Xuanyuan Fengchen walked out without touching the dust.

"By the way, Young Master Mo, although the Chengjun sword was forged by the old man 60 years ago, it took a lot of hard work from the old man, and it already has the intention of psychic. It is also fate that this sword can fall into your hands. I hope you If you can treat it kindly, it’s not a last resort, don’t use it lightly, and don’t easily stain it with blood, otherwise you will be contaminated with bloodthirsty aura, which will be detrimental to you.” Before going out, Xuanyuan Fengchen said to Mo Yanhong solemnly.

"Master, rest assured, the younger generation must keep the master's teachings in mind. This sword will never be unsheathed unless it is absolutely necessary." Mo Yanhong also said solemnly.

Although spending 40 million to buy the long sword that Xuanyuan Fengchen forged sixty years ago was a bit worthless, Mo Yanhong felt that it was quite worthwhile to get his teachings.

"Also, I think your talent is excellent, and you will become a great asset in the future. In the future, the important task of maintaining the peace of the mainland and guarding the safety of An Yun will fall on you." Xuanyuan Fengchen gave Mo Yanhong a satisfied look, and then again Said a word, and then floated away.

Shenlong sees its head but not its tail, which is the usual style of Master Xuanyuan.

"Well, this junior must live up to the expectations." Mo Yanhong was shaking with excitement. The dignified generation of sword-casting geniuses had such high hopes for himself, and everyone would be excited. Mo Yanhong felt light and airy.

Well, the 40 million is worth it.

"Pfft!" Mu Hanyan finally couldn't help laughing.

The bullshit maintains the peace of the mainland and guards the safety of An Yun. The old liar Xuanyuan said such a big nonsense. The only purpose is to let Mo Yanhong use the Chengjun sword as little as possible, so as not to break through the gang too early.

It is no wonder that Xuanyuan Fengchen of later generations deceived all over the Holy Court Continent, and even the royal families of various countries were not spared. It turned out that he still had such an entrustment.

"What are you laughing at?" Mo Yanhong was looking like a fairy when he saw Mu Hanyan's sarcastic smile, glared at her and said.

"Nothing, nothing," Mu Hanyan said with a smile.

"Mu Hanyan, are you jealous? Indeed, 40 million yuan is a bit expensive to buy the Chengjun sword, but Master Xuanyuan's sword-making skills will sooner or later become famous all over the world. By then, the Chengjun sword in my hand will become famous. It can’t be bought for 40 million. What’s more, Master Xuanyuan attaches great importance to me, and it will definitely be a blockbuster in the future. This Chengjun is even more valuable, and you will not even have a chance to regret it.” Mo Yanhong held his head high, as if he had already Prepare to maintain the peace of the mainland and guard the safety of Anyun.

Hearing what he said, everyone in the audience nodded secretly. Xuanyuan Fengchen's current reputation is only relatively loud in An Yunguo, so 40 million yuan is a bit too expensive to buy a Chengjun sword, but when he is famous in the mainland, this sword will not be available for 40 million yuan. .

Although Mo Yanhong was a little confused just now, he didn't suffer too much.

"Really, what if this sword is fake?" Mu Hanyan said lightly.

Her words were like a boulder falling into the calm lake, setting off waves.

"Fake, impossible, right?"

"Although I haven't seen Master Xuanyuan before, but I have been famous for a long time. The man just now is exactly the same as the rumor, so it shouldn't be fake."

"And that sword box made of gold wire and iron wood itself is a rare treasure that can't be seen in ten thousand years. How could it be fake?" Everyone around looked at Mu Hanyan in surprise and began to talk in a low voice.

"Mu Hanyan, jealous is jealous. You can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour. Do you think everyone is blind? Master Xuanyuan's peerless appearance, and the sword box made of gold wire and iron wood, how could it be fake? "Mo Yanhong said disdainfully.

"You didn't hear me clearly, I didn't say people were fake, I said swords were fake." Mu Hanyan said with a smile.

"Hahaha, you are saying that Master Xuanyuan took a fake sword and put it up for auction. It made me laugh to death. I laughed to death." Mo Yanhong burst out laughing.

The others also nodded secretly. Maybe the common people had never heard of Xuanyuan Fengchen's name, but in the capital, no one knew about it. Mu Hanyan's words were clearly malicious and slander. Mo Yanhong was speechless.

"It's true or false, you can't tell if you try it. You're taking tattered copper and rotten iron as a treasure, and you don't even know if you've been deceived, you idiot." Mu Hanyan stretched and leaned on the soft seat. As soon as he lay down, he said lazily.

"Just try, I'll convince you today." This time, Mu Hanyan didn't use the soul contract technique, but Mo Yanping was still agitated by her nameless anger, and he pulled out the long sword around his waist. , slashed towards the Chengjun sword.

With a crisp sound, sparks splashed everywhere, and Chengjun sword was unscathed.

"Did you see it, did you see it?" Mo Yanhong looked at Mu Hanyan triumphantly.

"Your sword is of poor quality, try another one," Mu Hanyan continued lazily.

Such a result was not unexpected to her. If it was so easy to get through the gang, Xuanyuan Fengchen would have died many times before, and it would be the turn of all countries to join forces to kill him.

"Qiu Zong, I will borrow your sword." Mo Yanhong said to Qiu Zong when he saw Mu Hanyan's languid look.

"Don't worry, don't have the same knowledge as him, calm down, be calm." Qiu Chengfeng frowned and said.

When they met Mu Hanyan today, they were always controlled by others. Just now, Mo Yanhong suddenly burst into a rage, as if he had lost his mind. It made him feel inexplicable, so he couldn't understand Mu Hanyan, and his heart was a little inexplicable. Foreboding.

"Bring it here." Mo Yanhong was completely provoked by Mu Hanyan today, how could he let go like this.

"Okay." Qiu Chengfeng reluctantly handed over the long sword. In fact, he also felt that Mu Hanyan's words were a little unpalatable and said that the grapes tasted sour, and he had no doubts about Xuanyuan Fengchen.

The saber enshrined by Qiu was obviously of good quality, and it was full of frost and agitation, not much worse than the real water sword that was destroyed in Ling Ziping's hands.

Mo Yanhong waved his hand and slashed, and there was another crisp sound, but the Chengjun sword was still unscathed.

"Mu Hanyan, now you are convinced." Mo Yanhong raised the Chengjun sword, shook it a few times in front of Mu Hanyan, and said in a loud voice.

"Haven't you eaten? With this little strength, you can chop down a single piece of firewood." Mu Hanyan said contemptuously without any emotion.