Zongwu: Give you a chance and get a 10,000 times critical hit return!

"Ok?"

Nun Miejue frowned.

"No way, Master! Do you want to get it for free?"

Zhao Wuxian was surprised and said with a smile: "The Heavenly Sword is already mine. If you want to win it back, why should I bet with you if you don't bet something?"

Nun Miejue clenched her teeth so tightly that they made a clattering sound, and her eyes seemed to want to eat Zhao Wuxian alive.

Finally, she squeezed out the word "OK" from between her teeth.

She bowed to Zhang Sanfeng and said with a frown, "Master Zhang, I wish you good fortune as vast as the East Sea. I have other matters to attend to, so I will leave first."

After saying that, he ignored Zhang Sanfeng and said, "Let's go!"

"Sister?"

"Why don't you leave? Are you going to be laughed at by staying here?" Nun Miejue scolded.

"Yes!"

The disciples of the Emei Sect followed Master Miejue away.

Zhao Wuxian jokingly said, “Master, drink more honeysuckle tea when you get home, it can help reduce internal heat!”

Nun Miejue, who was being supported, swayed and walked faster.

Yin Liting watched them leave and looked at Ji Xiaofu, wanting to keep her, but when the words came to his lips, he choked.

Ji Xiaofu lowered her head and did not notice him.

Bei Jinyi turned around and took a look.

But the person he was looking at was not him, but Zhao Wuxian.

A shy and timid look.

"Today is Master Zhang's birthday banquet, so I won't bother you any more. I'll visit you another day. Goodbye." Abbot Kongwen said.

With Zhao Wuxian messing things up, if they stayed here any longer, they would probably be humiliated like Miejue.

It’s better to go down the mountain and make plans.

Zhang Sanfeng knew he couldn't keep you, so he nodded and said, "Everyone, please go slowly. We have guests here. Please forgive me for not seeing you off."

"Wait, Abbot Kong Wen!"

The twelve monks including Kongwen, who had already turned around, turned again.

"I wonder what instructions your Highness has?" Abbot Kongwen asked.

Zhao Wuxian walked up to them with his hands behind his back and said, "I heard that Shaolin Temple has five kinds of earth-level elixirs, the Great Rejuvenation Pill, the Deliverance Pill, the Lotus Pill, the Tiger Subduing Pill, and the Zen Heart Pill. Do you have any of them?"

Kong Wen and the other twelve monks' faces changed, thinking that Zhao Wuxian was trying to take advantage of the situation, and shouted angrily: "Your Highness, you..."

Zhao WuXian interrupted him and said, "Hey, Master, don't be angry. Monks are supposed to be compassionate. If you get angry easily, what's the point of being a monk?"

Kong Wen: “???”

He was almost broken by Zhao Wuxian.

He took a deep breath, trying to be as charitable as possible, and said, "What does your Highness mean?"

Zhao WuXian said: "I want to buy some elixirs from you. I can exchange them with Xiao Huan Dan."

The reason why he "buys" instead of "robs" is mainly because he is under the watchful eyes of the public and he has to pay attention to his image and reputation.

Image and reputation, sounds like bullshit.

But no matter in the world of martial arts, the government, or the devil's sect, it is an invisible wealth.

Xiao Huan Dan?

Will Shaolin Temple be short of Xiaohuandan?

Kong Wen laughed angrily.

But on second thought, this is an opportunity to ease the relationship.

He then said, "I, the three of us, each have a Da Huan Dan, a Du E Dan, and a Chan Xin Dan. I wonder how much Your Highness would like to offer?"

Make an offer?

Zhao Wuxian raised his eyebrows.

Yes, Xiao Huan Dan has no appeal to the Shaolin monks. They are probably tired of it already.

Zhao WuXian asked, "How about ten gold bars?"

The ten gold bars given to him by the Xiangyang County Magistrate have not been touched. If they can be exchanged for the three kinds of elixirs, it would be more cost-effective than giving away the gold bars.

Give someone gold bars, and then take out the entire treasure, and he still has to go through the trouble to get it.

Moreover, although the price he offered sounds high, it is actually a complete robbery. Under normal circumstances, you might not be able to buy even one pill.

But the monks' expressions changed again and again.

Finally he agreed to "sell the elixir".

When Abbot Kongwen received the box containing gold bars, his heart bled.

Earth-grade elixirs are in short supply.

Even the major sects regard it as a treasure.

The Shaolin Temple can only produce one furnace every few years, and only the abbot or elder who has made great achievements can get one.

If he wasn't worried about not being able to leave, why would he sell it?

But fortunately, it is better than being robbed, and this prince is still reasonable.

Abbot Kongwen comforted himself, thinking that he was indeed a divine monk, and soon his complexion returned to normal.

Once the Emei and Shaolin sects left, how could the disciples of other sects sit still?

Your thigh is gone, and you’re not running away. Are you waiting to be chopped off?

Zhao WuXian stopped them.

"Everyone, since you have come to Wudang Mountain to celebrate the birthday, why don't you wait until the birthday banquet is over before leaving? How rude!"

These people travel around the world, and they must have some good things on them. It's rare for them to gather together, so how could they not leave something behind?

Zhao Wuxian smiled slightly, but it made everyone shudder.

Obviously they have more people.

But he felt like he was surrounded by Zhao Wuxian and was at his mercy.

Zhang Sanfeng watched with a smile, feeling very happy.

Weren't you all quite arrogant just now?

How about now? Have you met someone more vicious than you?

Evil people will have their own way!

Zhang Sanfeng now felt that Zhao Wuxian was very pleasing to the eye, and was in a good mood. He smiled and said, "Songxi, please come into the hall and take a seat, my dear guests."

"Yes, Master!" Zhang Songxi nodded.

The guests looked at each other and had to go into the hall.

"Your Highness, I have fulfilled your mission. Here is the Sword of the Heavenly Sword!" Mu Wanqing presented the Sword of the Heavenly Sword with both hands.

The contest is over.

The Scarlet Sky Sword had already returned to Zhao Wuxian's scabbard.

Only the Yitian Sword was left, nailed to the wooden pillar 0.2.

Zhao WuXian smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Sister Wan."

Mu Wanqing smiled and said, "It's not a hardship. I'm very happy to be able to help Your Highness!"

Zhao Wuxian took her hand and asked, "I want to give this sword to Master Zhang as a gift. Are you willing?"

Zhang Sanfeng and the guests around him all staggered and stared at them with incredible expressions.

Mu Wanqing put one arm around Zhao Wuxian's waist and leaned into his arms.

Your Highness is so gentle!

Even asking for her opinion!

Mu Wanqing's eyes were filled with happiness, and she said, "Yes, Your Highness, no matter what you say or do, I am willing to accept it!"

Zhao Wuxian smiled, handed the Heavenly Sword to Zhang Sanfeng, and said, "Master Zhang, this is my first gift, please accept it!"

"Hiss, did he really send it?" He Taichong's heart was in turmoil.

The other guests looked envious and jealous.

“The two divine weapons, Yitian Tulong, caused a bloody storm in the Great Yuan martial arts world, and everyone fought for them.”

"But now, he's sending it away without even looking at it?"

Zhang Sanfeng was stunned and said, "Your Highness, this is not a joke."

Zhao Wuxian asked, "Master Zhang, do you think I'm joking?"

He said loudly: "Although this sword is heavy, it is not as heavy as Master Zhang's return to Song. Master Zhang is a blessing to our Song Dynasty. I hope you will accept it!"

Chapter 61: Gift of the Yitian Sword, a thousand times critical strike, and the Yuanshi Sword Box!

Zhao Wuxian looked at Zhang Sanfeng with a smile.

The sword is heavy!

People are heavier!

This is his attitude, sincere and genuine.

What is the most important thing in this era?

Talent!