Chapter 5: Everyone is like this

  "Law Enforcement Pavilion, extreme bargain, come out and mix, what's most important, face, of course it's face! Law enforcement, identity, face, symbol of strength, geniuses, what are you hesitating about, handsome guy, come take a look!"

  The artifact is the crystallization of a cultivator's wisdom. Simply put, weapons are also a kind of artifact, but artifacts are more complex and powerful, and they need to match with spirit stones. Of course, the price is not something ordinary people can afford, including Zhang Xiaopang, who cannot buy it. So, the two of them very coolly ignored the shopkeeper's enticement and walked past him with a swagger, but in their hearts, they were thinking: when we become rich one day, we'll buy one and smash one, damn it!

  But for those with more strength, it's only natural to go in and take a good look to see if there's a suitable treasure, a great magic weapon that's absolutely stylish and equivalent to a luxury item in the cultivation world.

  At least Wang Meng thinks so, although he knows that dharma instruments are good, but he also doesn't think that cultivation must have dharma instruments.

  Man, it's all about relying on yourself... especially when you don't have money!

  "Boss, I bought my beloved bow here, they have all sorts of precious swords inside, absolutely beautiful, shall we go in and take a look?"

  Pangzi's enthusiasm was even higher than Wang Meng's.

  To be honest, the bow of the fat man is really beautiful, with good lines and a great feel. Generally, such a weapon shop has a high standard of craftsmanship, of course, the quality of a cultivator's weapon isn't just about looks, but people are always vain, and cultivators are no exception. The boss was also very enthusiastic, looking at the two of them like they were two money bags.

  Wang Meng was like entering a grand garden, touching this and looking at that, indeed he couldn't help but love it.

  "This is indeed a masterpiece crafted by the great Master of Arms, most suitable for talented youngsters like you."

  When Wang Meng saw this long sword, which was used by one-layer to five-layer entry-level cultivators, the boss immediately came over and offered him a free flattery.

  As expected, Little Fatty has already started to get excited, that's right, they are all young geniuses from the Leigong Sacred Hall!

  Wang Meng waved it twice and felt quite handy.

  "Youngsters, it seems you're all new disciples of the Holy Hall this year. What's your name, little brother?"

  Wang Meng, ferocious and fierce.

  "Wang Meng, good name. I'm Ma Lüe. You can call me Uncle Ma Lüe. Since you've come to me, it means you look up to me, and I'll take responsibility for your life. There's a saying in the market: believing in Uncle Ma Lüe is the first step towards success. Little brother, I see that you have great potential, and will definitely become a great person in the future." Ma Lüe took out a large, thick sword, about 1.5 meters long, with intricate patterns and a very cool design.

  "The sword's name is Hegemon, look at this shape, this feel, these lines, all are the master's meticulous masterpiece, matching with your name, it's simply tailor-made for you!"

  Ma Liao said with a refreshing tone, solemnly placing the large sword in Wang Meng's hand, "Infuse your yuan force, try it out, and you'll definitely be able to bring out its full potential. Three layers of power will become four, and four will become five. It's truly a treasure, and I'm only recommending it to you today because we have a connection. Normally, I wouldn't recommend it to just anyone!"

  "Brother Meng, I think this sword suits you quite well. If not, then it's just for you?" Little fatty excitedly rubbed his hands together, as if he had already seen the perfect combination of sword and arrow, and the future ruler of the Holy Hall.

  Wang Meng grasped the sword, urged his own yuan force into it, and swung it a few times. It was quite cool, but the transmission of yuan force wasn't as good as the other party said. He secretly glanced at the price, 1800, damn, why not rob it? What treasure sword, anything below level 5 is the lowest-level weapon, how did the master have time to make such goods, only Xiao Pang was so easy to coax.

  Although he was a sword cultivator, at the beginning, he would definitely focus on basic skills and cultivation of his life mark, with weapons being just a mental comfort. Wang Meng was not in a hurry and did not want to waste money unnecessarily.

  "Boss, let's take another look." Wang Meng said, putting down his sword.

  The horse slightly stunned, "Young man, after passing this village there is no such store, you know that recently customers are constant, maybe you just left and someone bought it."

  Wang Meng smiled and said, "Uncle Ma Lüe, my greatest virtue is yielding to others and being humble. Congratulations on getting rich."

  He dragged the fat guy away, to be honest, he was also being deceived a bit, but it's obviously not worth it. Spending his own money is fine, but spending the fat guy's money should have some value too.

  The two continued to stroll around, with weapon shops and law enforcement equipment stores everywhere, but after Wang Meng had visited several of them, he found that they were all more or less the same. Of course, it wasn't that there weren't any good ones, but just looking at the prices made him retreat without even entering the store.

  What is the first key to cultivation? Is it innate talent?

  That's right, it is a requirement for oneself, but for the cultivation process, there are three essential elements.

  First and foremost, you need money; secondly, you need money; thirdly, you still need money!

  Cultivation is the most expensive thing in this world, and luxury has no bounds. I've heard that young masters from large clans can sleep with spiritual stones in their arms, and drink spiritual milk as if it were water to wash their marrow.

  After wandering around for a while, I found that there was still an inconspicuous shop at the end of the road. The storefront was poor and it was located in a corner, and the name on it was even stranger, "Jianzhong".

  There are names like Sword God, Sword Sect, and Sword Chrysanthemum, the more exaggerated the better, but this name...

  "Brother Meng, let's go, this small storefront won't have any good quality goods."

  "Not necessarily, in general stories, the real hermits are often hidden in such places, let's go and try our luck."

  Zhang Xiaopang shrugged, "Hmph, Brother Meng is still quite naive at times. But today I'm willing to sacrifice myself for you, we've been out for half a day and haven't bought anything."

  As soon as they walked in, they found an old man smoking and sunbathing at the door. Compared to the hustle and bustle outside, it was really deserted here. The old man didn't even bother to blink his eyes when he saw the two of them arrive.

  What's most important when doing business these days?

  What service!

  Fat boy quietly approached Wang Meng's ear, "More and more like a worldly wise man, this guy won't be a swindler, specifically deceiving curious genius youngsters like us?"

  "Let's see." Wang Meng felt that at least one advantage of this place was that it was cheap.

  "Alright, listen up!"

  Two people walked in, the store was cluttered with all sorts of swords, quite a few, big and small, and some with strange shapes, but they all looked ordinary, absolutely not luxurious.

  Chubby also picked one up, swung it a few times, didn't feel anything, input yuan force, no movement, and pouted.

  Wang Meng picked up a large sword, he really liked the large sword, very domineering, swung it a few times, very smooth, although the design was poor, the appearance was not good, but the interior was still acceptable.

  Just input a little yuan force, but found that the obstruction is very big, this is a hard wound, however, looked at the little fatty, also know that this kid must let him buy the sword before he will go back.

  "Boss, how much is this sword?" Wang Meng estimated it should be between 100 to 200. If it's within 100, his parents' side should also be able to afford it.

  The old man stretched out one finger without turning his head back.

  "Come on, here's 101, no need to look for it. I'm telling you, old man, doing business isn't done this way. At your age, you should be retired."

  The fat man generously showed the essence of a kind and violent rich man.

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