Chapter 1291 - great martial emperor

Immemorial Sword Venerable Chapter 1291 great martial emperor

Sector lord looked at Fang Chen thoughtfully, then nodded.

“Then, what about compared to the three god race?” Fang Chen continued to ask.

But, so what if it was the Demon Subduing World?

Was the Demon Subduing World really that powerful?

He looked at Sector lord, who had a face full of confidence.

“Oh? Why do you ask? Could it be that you had a conflict with a disciple of the Luo nationality in Purgatory? ” Lord of the Arclight asked curiously.

Seeing that, the Sector lord did not pursue the matter further.

“Luo nationality is considered the weakest of the three great God Tribes. But recently, Luo nationality’s Holy Maiden had taken that step and shocked the three God Tribes. Luo nationality will definitely rise to prominence in a short period of time. ” The Sector lord said.

Hearing the words Luo nationality Holy Maiden, Fang Chen’s body trembled.

Of course, it was still too early to say all this now.

Provenance was one of the three great god races. Along with the birth of the universe, they had the longest history.

After obtaining enough Wan Du Dan, Fang Chen came to White Bone City again.

“What is the origin of this broken sword?”

“Brother, you have good eyes. This broken sword was found in a crevice between some rocks in Purgatory with a 90% chance of death. Although I am unable to inspect it, I feel that this sword has an extraordinary origin, and it might even be related to the Sword Emperor Inheritance passed down by the Four Great Martial Emperors.” The lazy old man said mysteriously.

Hearing that, Fang Chen’s heart was moved.

However, at this time, a martial artist on the side teased him, “Old Bastard, are you lying to a newbie again?”

“You, what do you know? What I am selling are all genuine goods. ” The lazy old man said.

The surrounding experts burst into laughter.

The lazy old man was afraid that Fang Chen would not buy it, so he quickly explained: “Little brother, do not listen to their nonsense, if you buy this broken sword, I guarantee that you will not regret it.”

Fang Chen held onto the broken sword, feeling a familiar Qi coming out from inside the broken sword.

“Including this badge, it’s exactly 37. I can exchange for the techniques I need.” A trace of craftiness shot out from the lazy old man’s eyes.