The long sword in the desert was dead, but his death was not surprising, but the knife in his hand was surprising.

This knife not only kills countless people, but is also extremely sharp, even sharper than tungsten steel. Even if it is not as good as the Blue Copper Sword, it cannot be given up too much.

However, it was such a knife that it broke thoroughly.

In other words, if the sword is constantly divided into two sections, the long sword of the desert will definitely block Yue'er and Yuan'er's sword.

But unfortunately, the knife in Damo Changdao's hand was broken. Although he blocked Yuan'er's sword, he died under Yue'er's sword.

One move, Ye Xiuwen, Yuan'er, Yue'er, and the three of them used a move together. The first swordsman who had been traversing the desert for many years died like this.

All the people present were extremely surprised. Even the generals who were ready to move and the martial arts masters gave up their plans to attack Ye Xiuwen and others at this moment. Because this was too cruel, the three of them were just one move. The masters of the Lingyuan Realm were like dead dogs in different places.

"Hmph! Who else do you come?" Ye Xiuwen smiled contemptuously. The sword had been put away by him. Even a master like the Saint of the Extreme North only saw a black sword.

He didn't know what kind of sword this was, but he felt it was very dangerous.

"This person is difficult to deal with, and it seems that only I will take action." The Saint of the Extreme North lowered his voice in the ear of the King of Yan.

King Yan thought about it and said, "This Ye Xiuwen just said that he came for money. The situation is unclear now. If it is a problem that money can solve, it will not be a problem."

At this moment, this was the result of King Yan's repeated thinking. Seeing that the two saints in northern Sichuan died strangely, and the long sword of the desert was killed by the other party with one sword, this fool could tell that the other party was not a good person.

It can also be said that the King of Yan was shocked by Ye Xiuwen's aura. So he held the saint of the extreme north and said to Ye Xiuwen: "The old saying goes: One more friend, one more road, one less enemy, and fewer walls. Since the fifth master is short of money, it is naturally no problem to say a number as long as I can take it out."

"hehe!"

Ye Xiuwen laughed dryly and thought to himself: I am here to kill you today, but you pretend to be a fool to me. But that's fine, don't you want to say that any problem that money can solve is not a problem? Then let's use money to solve it.

Ye Xiuwen stretched out a finger, and the people present immediately felt sighing, thinking that the desert sword was worthless to die. Because it was only ten thousand taels, it was dead like this. At most, 100,000 taels, right? Could it be one million taels? Then some lions spoke loudly.

Everyone shook their heads, thinking that the long sword in the desert was worthless.

At this time, King Yan also thought so. After all, there are people from the world who come to borrow money, but they are undoubtedly masters. Otherwise, how could ordinary warriors dare to borrow money from King Yan's mansion?

"The visitor is the guest. The friend of the fifth master, I have paid it. I will give you one million taels of silver. How about it?"

The King of Yan said generously, and when he heard such a number, all the officials and warriors around him were shocked. He said: This Lord of Yan is too rich, right? He didn't lend it to you, but gave you one million taels of silver directly. This is simply an astronomical number for ordinary people like them.

At the same time, Jiang Bula and Mobei Gangying were also a little shocked when they heard this. They had been with King Yan for so long, but they had never seen him so rich and powerful. And what is Ye Xiuwen? He actually made King Yan value it so much?

The two of them were unhappy and wouldn't mention it for the time being, but at this moment, Ye Xiuwen laughed and said, "Haha, King Yan is so petty. Do you want to send me away if you are just one million taels?"

"ah?"

Before Ye Xiuwen finished speaking, everyone present was shocked.

"One million, one million taels, he didn't even see it?"

"That's right, one million taels is not enough for a warrior to spend his whole life."

"Yes, he didn't even like a million taels. Could it be ten million taels?"

"It's too much, too much. I think this time, he can't get out of the Yan Prince's Mansion."

"That's right, this Yan Prince's Mansion is not a place where everyone can come and go."

"Hmph! If I give me this million tael, I want to try it out, can I kill this fifth master of Cao Gang?"

People nearby were talking about it, and there were many good players among them, including several in the late Qihai period.

If there is no profit, they will naturally not take action. But if the King of Yan promises benefits, they will definitely take action together to kill Ye Xiuwen and his group.

At the same time, the King of Yan also changed his face and color. Unexpectedly, the other party didn't buy it and said nothing about it.

"Ye Xiuwen, don't be unaware of the current affairs. The King of Yan is willing to give you money because it is difficult for you to practice. I don't want you to die here at a young age. Don't be too tempted." The Saint of the North rebuked loudly.

But after hearing this, Ye Xiuwen said disrespectfully: "Haha, the Saint of the Earth is too worried. I think of the fifth master of Cao Gang, how could he be a person who doesn't know the current affairs? It's just that I'm really short of money recently."

Ye Xiuwen said again that someone sneered at this moment, obviously they were thinking that Ye Xiuwen had surrendered.

However, at this moment, just when a sneering smile appeared on their faces, Ye Xiuwen said again: "King Yan? I set a small goal for you and get me 100 million."

"puff!"

Before Ye Xiuwen finished speaking, the crowd of people present vomited blood. He thought to himself: This is a fucking goal, I'm still a small goal, I'll get you 100 million first.

At the same time, the King of Yan twitched his mouth in anger. He thought to himself: I would have had 100 million yuan, so I would have been rebelling long ago. Do you still have to wait for now?

"If you kill him, who can take down Ye Xiuwen's head, I will reward you with 100,000 taels. If you kill any one, I will reward you with 50,000 taels."

The King of Yan was furious this time and ordered a killing, and offered a reward of people directly. Ye Xiuwen's head was 100,000 taels, while the four women around Ye Xiuwen had a head of 50,000 taels.

Under the heavy reward, there must be brave men. The experts like Mobei Goshawk and Jiang Bula have not yet moved, but those who come to attend the banquet have started first.

As mentioned before, except for Jiang Busai, the long sword of the desert, and the goshawk in the north of the desert, all the officials and martial arts masters from nearby prefectures and counties were present.

There must be more than 30 warriors in this Qihai realm, and more than ten masters in the later stages.

One of these was called the "Yinfeng Swordsman". He was closest to Zhuque, and the sword that Lengzi was used to stab Zhuque first.
Chapter completed!