“This man, what is his cultivation level? How come even the flipping of his sleeves so powerful?” Zhang Hu with eyes full of envy asked.
“Foundation building stage.” Wang Lin said lightly.
Then the two approached the gate, Zhang Hu quickly stepped forward and paid two low-grade LingShi and along with Wang Lin walked through the gate.
Zhang Hu had clearly been here many times, was familiar with city as he found an inn along with Wang Lin, after paying two LingShi, booked two rooms.
“LingShi is running out quickly, hope that the 500 years old ginseng can be sold for a good price, then we can divide it half.” Zhang Hu said with a smile to Wang Lin.
The two chatted for a while, the returned to their respective rooms.
Wang Lin sat down cross-legged in the room, took out the flying sword and sheath that he had taken from Zhang Hu’s master, after examining them for a while, his eyes flashed, threw out the flying sword, and formed hand mudra, from the flying sword a golden light dissipated instantly, suddenly it seemed that the flying sword was rejuvenated as it buzzed loudly, and seemed to want to run out of the room.