The rust was smeared, but the blade was not chipped. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a long period of precipitation, it should have no effect of killing the enemy, but Luo wanted to have it.

It's a handful... After countless life-and-death battles, he has never seen a bloody sword, and it is also a knife used by those who have the ability to read.

Allah

Quality: Exotic treasure

Year: 922

The sword forged by the famous swordsmith Muslim in his later years was never seen and was eventually acquired by an unknown young swordsman.

Luo held the handle of the knife and slowly lifted the knife up, sinking into the hand, but it was quite textured.

The relevant information about the knife had been left in Luo's head.

He held the rusty blade across his eyes, stared silently, and said, "This is the last sword forged by the swordsmith Muslims, called Allah, which means the sword of the most benevolent." ”

Allah was nearly five feet long, only a head shorter than Law, and when he held it in his hand, he looked rather strange.

At this moment, Luo did not absorb the thought of Allah at all, but transformed into the idea of obtaining it.

He tightened his grip on the sword, turned to look at the elder, and said, "Muslims have forged countless knives in their lives, and all the knives they have forged are killing weapons. ”

The elder's eyes changed slightly, and he remained silent.

Unaware of the elder's strangeness, Law continued: "Allah is sharper than any knife forged in Muslim life, but it was born only for collection. ”

"Muslims give Allah the sharpest qualities without intending to make it appear in the hands of any swordsman, so this should be the most suitable sword for collection. ”

After explaining, Luo slowly put Allah back on the knife holder, and then quietly looked at the elder, he did not absorb the thoughts of Allah, and concealed more detailed information about Allah, but only picked out some information that the elder wanted to know.

As he said, Allah was born when Muslims wanted to create the sharpest but bloodless sword, which was a knife for collection.

This information is known even to children, let alone connoisseurs, but the reason why the progress of this knife appreciation is zero is that this information comes from a fairy tale, and it is not recorded in the relevant literature.

The Muslim is a famous swordsmith, but he is also a believer in killing, and the value of the sword he forges can only be used for killing.

This is also known to many people, and the fairy tale is full of irony, but the truth is mostly clear to Luo, which is the wonder of the white smoke font.

If he wanted to get this knife, Luo's best approach should be to directly pick out that this is a fictitious imitation, which is exactly in line with the elder's perception of this knife.

But Luo didn't do this because since this knife was collected by the elders, if it was revealed, I was afraid that it would displease the elders.

It was too risky, so Law didn't do it.

"Do you think fairy tales are real?" the elder stared at Luo quietly with his eyes slight.

Regarding this fairy tale, even if the elder doesn't like to read, he went out of his way to look at it for the sake of this collection.

If it weren't for Luo's ability to appreciate the previous few collectibles, at this moment, he would probably not even say a word, and let the black dog swallow Luo.

Hearing the elder's question, Luo smiled slightly and said seriously: "Fairy tales are all deceitful, but the exclusive mark of Muslims can't deceive people. ”

Allah approached the hilt of the sword, which has the exclusive mark of Muslims, but it is only half covered by rust, but it is still roughly recognizable.

The embarrassment of this collection is that it is indeed genuine, but there is no documentary material to support this hypothesis, especially since the fairy tales about the knife are too deceitful.

Saying so, it does not hide the value of Allah's collection.

The elder nodded, not caring about the matter.

He loved the knife, so he insisted on keeping it there, even though there was a ridiculous fairy tale hanging from it.

Seeing that the elder had no problem with his statement, Luo slowly walked towards the next collection.

Only He knows best about Allah.

In the eleventh year after the birth of Allah, on the coldest day of winter, a young man visited a Muslim and begged him to forge a sword, but the Muslims had long since stopped forging a knife and refused directly.

However, it was a very stubborn young man, and the Muslims were so annoyed that they threw the young man out of his house.

But the young man did not leave, but stubbornly stood outside the Muslim home and stood all winter.

Eventually, the Muslims let the young man in, saying that he was too old to forge a sword, but he gave the young man Allah, who had never been seen, and asked the young man to make an oath that he would not let Allah see blood.

This is quite a difficult demand, and Muslims, seeing the reaction of young people, do not regret the choice to give Allah to young people.

The young man made an oath without hesitation, because he strengthened the department's ability to read, so he was very stupid and made a restriction and oath directly.

The more difficult the rules, the stronger the mental ability, and if you break the rules, you will have to bear the corresponding price, which is the restriction and the oath.

The young man set the rules and obtained Allah, and after that he did not taste a single defeat or wound a single person with Allah, and in the course of the undefeated battle, Allah's sword slowly rusted.

Maybe... It's the knife that's crying.

Although the young man felt guilty, he still held on to his restraints and never changed his knife until he died.

Allah is the first and last sword of this nameless sword hero.

Time has passed to this day, and this nameless sword hero has maintained a lifetime of restraint and oath, and now it remains in Allah.

That's why Luo doesn't want to absorb the thought and wants to get it, but he can't do anything with his power at the moment.

"Later... Find a chance to grab a knife and take the other collectibles with you by the way, after all, it's worth a lot. ”

Luo thought silently, and then walked to the nameless strange pot, and after reaching out and touching it, he got the relevant information, and his face suddenly darkened.

This is a rather perverted thing, a night pot made from a human head, no wonder this pot has a faint human appearance on it.

The origin of the human head night pot is that a prince who finally ascended to the throne made the head of his rival, who is also a half-brother.

The thoughts that remain on the human head night pot are, to some extent, a kind of resentment.

When Luo told the elder the information about the night pot, which had zero appreciation, the latter did not show disgust, but was quite excited about the special features of this collection.

It can only be said that perverted things made by perverted people are only appreciated by perverted people.

In the process of explaining the human head night pot, Luo quietly absorbed the resentment on the human head night pot, and as a result, he only increased the data of the reinforcement system alone, from 2% to 5%, and the elder did not find out.

"It's done. ”

Luo secretly rejoiced, thinking that with this ability to absorb resentment, he would definitely not starve to death in the future, and he would be a god stick to remove souls for people.

The last collectible item is a stone lamp, which is nothing special, and after Luo appreciates it, all the collectible information is changed.

The elders were very pleased with this outcome.

"You're good, better than any bones here. The elder applauded.

Bone...

It took countless hours for these connoisseurs to acquire knowledge to get to where they are today, but Law defeated their life-long efforts with adventures, and they were treated like bones by the elders.

Perhaps, the elder never looked at them as human beings.

Luo's face did not change, but in his heart he was pitying the connoisseurs who were eaten by the black dog.

If he didn't have the help of the white smoke font, I'm afraid he would also be a member of the bone pile.