Looking at the 1600 points on the screen, Ning Caichen's face revealed a satisfied expression. The feeling of being rich was always comfortable.
"Unfortunately, I've already bought all the items that can earn the difference.”
There were still a few items from the Moon Worship Sect Master that could be sold at a price difference, but unfortunately, he could not afford them. After all, the lowest price of the items that that fellow placed on the market was 10,000 yuan. Moreover, most of them could be considered to be sold at a premium.
"Sect Master Moon Worship probably won't be able to sell these things in a short period of time, but they can be used to attract new people.”
Ning Caichen thought for a while and opened the chat group function interface."Begin inviting newcomers. Use all three invitation slots.”
"Respected administrator, every time we invite a new member, the invitation is not 100% successful. Do you want to confirm the invitation?”
"I'm sure."
"The invitation has been issued. Please wait patiently.”
…………
Outside Peerless City in the Windcloud World, in an extremely ordinary thatched cottage.
An old man with white hair and beard, an old face, and lifeless eyes was sitting on the ground with his legs crossed and quietly looking at a sword on his body.
This was a very ordinary iron sword. Regardless of its style or anything else, it was extremely ordinary.
It was an ordinary iron sword, but the old man was using the most serious attitude to touch every inch of the sword's sharpness and every blade.
The old man had been learning and practicing the sword all his life. Apart from the sword, he thought that there was nothing else in his life.
However, he was old now. No matter how powerful he was in the past, he was no different from an old farmer on the verge of death.
Unwilling? Perhaps there was.
Unfortunately, the sword in his hand dared to face any enemy and could defeat any powerful enemy, but it could never defeat the heavens.
His lifespan was over, and the heavens wanted to take him away. What could he do?
When he was about to die, the old man's last thought was still the sword. He only wanted to take a good look at the sword in his hand.
After a long time, the old man's finger left the iron sword. He raised his head and looked into the distance. His gaze seemed to be looking out the window into the distance.
"Wuming, this old man will never be able to defeat you in this life.”
"This old man is unwilling."
"If the heavens gave me one more year, no, one month, I would definitely be able to make the strongest sword strike of my life. Unfortunately, my essence, qi, and spirit are already withered.”
In the final moments of his life, the old man had no fear, no fear, only unwillingness, extreme unwillingness.
The old man's eyes grew more and more tired, and he gradually closed them.
"Wuming, I didn't lose to you in my last strike, but to time.”
All of a sudden, a voice sounded in the old man's ear.
"Congratulations on receiving an invitation to the Myriad World Chat Group. Do you want to join?”
The old man who had his eyes closed suddenly opened them, and a terrifying sword will gushed out from his eyes. In an instant, the entire room seemed to have turned into a sword domain, and the terrifying sword will filled every corner.
At this moment, if anyone entered the room, no matter if it was a Connate Cultivator or a Grandmaster, they would all be annihilated by the endless sword will in an instant. They would not even be able to make a sound.
At this moment, the old man was no longer an old man on the verge of death. Instead, he had once again transformed into the martial arts legend, the Sword Saint of the first generation, Dugu Jian!
"There's no one around. What about the sound just now?”
"Secret sound transmission? Or is it some kind of method that even I don't understand?”
"Congratulations on receiving an invitation to the Myriad World Chat Group. Do you want to join?”
The slightly unfamiliar voice sounded again, and a strange light appeared in Dugu Jian's sharp eyes.
A swordsman would never be afraid in his life. The old man was not afraid of this voice. He was just a little surprised and a little hopeful.
At the moment when his lifespan was nearing, something that even he couldn't see through suddenly appeared. Did it mean that he might be able to fulfill his last wish?
Without hesitation, Dugu Jian said in a hoarse voice,""Agreed."
"Please give me a nickname."
"A nickname is a kind of title.”
Dugu Jian pondered for a moment and then said,"Sword Saint."
The next moment, a message appeared in the group.
The Sword Saint joined the chat group and clicked welcome.
[Gentleman Sword: I didn't expect a newcomer to join us today. Welcome, welcome.]
Fairy Chi Lian: Sword Saint, an impressive nickname. Could the newcomer be a peerless expert?
Uncle Nine: " Welcome newcomers. In addition, newcomers are advised to take a look at the group notice in the upper right corner. It explains some simple uses of the chat group. It can help you understand the group more easily."
Ning Caichen thought, Sword Saint? Pei Min? Dugu Jian? Li Bai? Magical Beast Sword Saint? Master Yi? Or was it Yagyu Kensei?
Gentleman Sword: (Shock.jpg) Young Master Ning actually knows so many Sword Saints?
Fairy Chi Lian thought, Eh, shouldn't there be only one such title? Moreover, since they were swordsmen, they must be arrogant. If they had the same name, a big battle would probably break out, right?
Ning Caichen: " These are not from the same world. Just like you, they are all legendary figures from different stories and worlds."
Ning Caichen said," Besides, even though we're all Sword Saints, there's still a huge difference in strength between us. For example, Sword Saint Pei Min, even though he's also known as a Sword Saint, I'm afraid he's not as strong as you guys. As for the others, they're also of varying strengths. Some are very weak, while others are very strong."
Ning Caichen, especially Yagyu Sword Shadow and Dugu Sword, could be considered extremely strong.
Sword Saint: Yagyu Sword Shadow? Hearing this title, he should be from Fusang. How could someone in a small barbarian country be called a sword saint? This old man would like to see it.
Ning Caichen's eyes narrowed slightly. Judging from his words, this new guy was Dugu Jian?
This was a very good battle strength. Although it might not be comparable to the Moon Worship Sect Master, it was far superior to the others in the group. The missing middle level in the group had finally been filled.
However, it was a little too much to challenge Yagyu Kendo. Although Ning Caichen did not like that small barbarian country, he had to admit that the name Yagyu Kendo was very different.
This was a true Sword Saint who was loyal to the sword. He had already entered the path from the sword. He even dared to face the Celestial Thearch head-on with four attacks of the Myriad God Tribulation. This guy wasn't an Immortal God, but ordinary Immortal Gods might not be able to defeat him. Dugu Sheng was much weaker.
Although he understood, he couldn't say it directly.
Ning Caichen asked,"Is the new one Senior Dugu Jian?"
Sword Saint: So what?
Ning Caichen asked,"If so, Senior, are you interested in longevity?"
In the Windcloud World, with a boom, a monstrous sword will shot into the sky. The entire thatched cottage was destroyed by the leaking sword will.
Dugu Jian's old eyes widened as he stared at Ning Caichen's words in the chat group.
Lifespan, lifespan!
Could it be that this strange chat group could really obtain lifespan?!
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