Chapter 617

"I'm very sorry, but this concerns the crisis of the legion you were once in. I hope the General can make it convenient. My Prince indeed has very important matters to ask Master Lin Cheng." Iron Fist lowered his head and requested.

Ji Xia narrowed her eyes coldly. What did she hear?

Matters concerning the crisis of the Nightless Legion—then she indeed had to care. On the surface, she had retired, but in reality, she was still a member of the Nightless Legion! And an important one at that!

"Rongrong, come over and replace me for a moment."

"Okay, Sister Ji."

A waitress named Rongrong immediately came to replace Ji Xia's work.

"As for you few! Follow me!" Ji Xia led the three directly into the shop, passing through the display area, passing through the personal customization and inscription area, and finally arriving at the spiritual weapon display area.

"These..."

Iron Fist, Fierce Tiger, and Heavy Sword were all formidable powerhouses. They naturally sensed that this last area had a very strong pressure. The aura released by these weapons formed a special area. Just standing here gave people no small amount of pressure.

As far as the eye could see, there were all kinds of weapons: single-handed battle axes, double-handed battle axes, as small as crossbows and short swords, as large as heavy swords, broadswords, and some strange weapons—teaching rulers, pipa, round hook sickles, and even an exceptionally expensive phoenix-patterned silk garment.

It seemed there was nothing they couldn't think of that wasn't displayed here.

Regarding the inquiry, Ji Xia didn't answer, just glanced at them.

"Lin Cheng, someone is looking for you again."

"Damn? Who is it? Don't they know I'm busy?" Lin Cheng's impatient voice soon came from the inner room.

"Who? Who the hell is looking for me? Don't they know I'm very busy?" Complaining to Ji Xia, Lin Cheng threw the sniper rifle in his hand into the air.

The sniper rifle seemed to have a consciousness of its own, floating by itself, coming to the side of the hook sickle, and hovering against the wall. Beside it, the hook sickle trembled slightly, as if expressing something.

Looking to the side, Hua Mulan's heavy sword and short sword, plus Kai's destruction blade, and the weapons of the Baili brothers—if they were missing one Su Lie, they could gather the Great Wall Guard.

"You are..." Lin Cheng only then paid attention to the three people behind Ji Xia, having a bit of an impression but unable to remember who they were.

"Master Lin Cheng, have you forgotten us? That day at the arena on the ship, we all lost to you." Iron Fist grinned honestly and scratched his head embarrassedly.

Lin Cheng suddenly realized.

"Oh, so it's you guys. Are you here to buy weapons? Learn about personal customization."

"How much for that one?" Heavy Sword didn't stand on ceremony either, pointing directly at the heavy sword belonging to Ji Xia. Instantly, Heavy Sword felt as if he had been locked onto by someone's gaze, and a vague pressure struck him.

"Sorry, this set already has an owner. You can look at others." Lin Cheng looked at Ji Xia, whose gaze had already begun to be hostile toward Heavy Sword intentionally or unintentionally.

That was a handy weapon Lin Cheng had crafted for her; how could she tolerate others coveting it?

"Okay." Heavy Sword looked at the other heavy swords with regret, and soon took a fancy to a thick heavy sword blade.

"How about that one?"

Following Heavy Sword's gaze, Lin Cheng saw that it seemed to be that sword of Li Xin.

"You can try."

With a wave of his right hand, the heavy sword representing Li Xin's inheritance flew directly toward Heavy Sword.

It stopped in front of Heavy Sword, floating in mid-air, and he reached out to grasp it.

"Wait." Lin Cheng suddenly shouted to stop him.

"What's wrong?"

Heavy Sword looked over, but Lin Cheng just grinned at him.

"Friendly reminder, be careful of being knocked away."

Heavy Sword didn't take it to heart and grasped the hilt with one hand.

Instantly, a strange force suddenly invaded his body along his palm. Heavy Sword's mind shook, and he hurriedly tried to block it, but his power had no effect.

An invisible aura swept toward the surroundings with Heavy Sword as the center. Iron Fist and Fierce Tiger instantly blocked with their arms in front of them, but still inevitably retreated a meter.

They looked on in surprise, unable to believe Heavy Sword's change in just a short moment.

And Heavy Sword's own consciousness seemed to have been pulled into a peculiar space.

"The King is not the King, the Marquis is not the Marquis, thousands of chariots and ten thousand cavalry ride to the North Mang!"

"Let's see your determination!"

Just as Heavy Sword was wondering where this was, a sword aura suddenly struck before his eyes. His whole body's hair stood on end, and a violent sense of danger struck him.

Instantly, without any feeling, his eyes brightened again, and he was directly back to the present, and the heavy sword that had been in his hand had already left his grasp, slowly flying toward its previous position.

He still wanted to go and grasp the hilt again, however, before his palm even touched it, a force of counter-shock was triggered from the sword body.

Heavy Sword was startled again, and the familiar sense of fatal danger struck him. He hurriedly withdrew his hand, and that force of counter-shock disappeared in an instant.

The matter of a short moment made Heavy Sword break out in cold sweat on his forehead and back. He quickly scanned the surroundings, and it seemed that no one else had noticed except him.

Lin Cheng was expressionless, while Iron Fist and Fierce Tiger were confused, feeling that Heavy Sword seemed to be showing off.

"Master Lin Cheng, Heavy Sword is..." Iron Fist looked at Lin Cheng in confusion.

— Author's Notes —

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