Chapter 440: Han Feng

"Hey, guest, I don't know what you need, our Divine Weapon Pavilion has everything, as long as you say it, I will help you find it, and you will definitely be satisfied." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

The person dressed as a junior came out, first touted it, and then asked Duan Mingxiao what he needed.

"Don't talk nonsense, I want a long sword, it is best to increase the strength of the ice attribute spiritual power, the material must be tough, and the strength is of the highest grade, and then the grade cannot be lower than the emperor level, go, find it and tell me." ”

Duan Mingxiao said simply, and Xiao Er was stunned for a moment.

"Go!"

Duan Mingxiao said aloud again, attracting the attention of many people, Xiao Er nodded apologetically and walked inside in a panic.

Fu'er covered her mouth and chuckled, this little two is simply too funny, the two steps she ran just now, she almost didn't fall and eat.

Duan Mingxiao pulled Fu'er, who was still chuckling, walked to the seat on the side, and waited quietly.

"My young master, I'd better stand. ”

As soon as Fu'er was pressed on the chair by Duan Mingxiao, she stood up and said with some embarrassment.

"I want a blade by my side that can help me solve my problems, not a maid, understand?"

Duan Mingxiao said to Fu'er, who shook her head a little confusedly.

"Let me tell you this, although you and I are a bit like a master-servant relationship, but more of a friend relationship, understand? ”

Duan Mingxiao explained the matter, Fu'er then understood, and suddenly felt a little moved in her heart, when she begged Duan Mingxiao to take her in, she was still thinking that she would be a subordinate in the future, and she didn't know what to do, but in this way, it was really a good treatment, at least, this young master didn't have a big shelf, but his personality was a little weird, and Fu'er hadn't figured out what kind of person this Duan Mingxiao was until now.

The two of them had their own thoughts, and just a quarter of an hour later, a somewhat obese man ran from a distance.

"Sorry, guest, for keeping you waiting. ”

The fat man said breathlessly.

"A quarter of an hour, it's really slow enough, give you time to breathe, take a good breath. ”

Duan Mingxiao said with a cold face.

"Good, good. ”

The fat man said a little nervously, and then took a few deep breaths before regaining his composure.

"Did you find something?"

Duan Mingxiao went straight to the point.

"I found something, but according to your requirements, I found seven long swords that meet the regulations, and the materials, grades, and strength increases are all the best choices, and I ask the guests to go and choose them in person." ”

The fat man's tone was still a little breathless, but it was weak, Duan Mingxiao didn't bother to care about these details, nodded, let the fat man lead the way in front, and pulled Fu'er towards the inside.

Through a corridor, the three of them came to an imposing room, which was filled with extremely high-quality long swords, but there were really only a few superb imperial weapons, and even among these countless long swords, less than half of them.

"These are the seven long swords that meet the requirements of the guests, each with its own name, and the guests are invited to choose. ”

The fat man said politely, but secretly looked at Duan Mingxiao, and when his eyes fell on the mini long knife hanging from Duan Mingxiao's waist, his face suddenly showed a different color.

"Fu'er, you choose, which one do you want. ”

Duan Mingxiao gave Fu'er the choice, and then stepped aside and let Fu'er step forward.

Fu'er looked at the long sword in front of her that was finely workmanlike, exuding a faint ice attribute power, it was almost the same, it was undoubtedly a little difficult to choose, she picked up a long sword at random, as if there was nothing in her hand, and waved it according to the simplest sword trick in her mind, and the powerful ice attribute sword qi flew out in an instant, extremely fast, and in Fu'er's surprised gaze, she flew towards the mountain of long swords.

Duan Mingxiao waved his hand indifferently, and the sword light instantly turned into countless ice chips, scattered on the ground, Fu'er looked at Duan Mingxiao in surprise, only to see him look indifferent, withdrew his hand, and continued to look at himself.

Fu'er put the sword down, although she liked it very much, but she always felt that something was missing in her heart, and her slender jade fingers brushed lightly on the seven long swords, and finally stopped on the seventh long sword.

"Hanfeng"

Fu'er held the long sword in her hand, saw the two small traditional characters on the sword body, and read it out in a low voice, and suddenly, the long sword came out of her hand and kept circling around Fu'er, which shocked Fu'er.

"This"

The fat man was also a little shocked, although there were many imperial weapons here that contained a trace of spirituality, but he had never seen a long sword with such a strong spirit, but it usually looked like an ordinary long sword?

Duan Mingxiao's eyes narrowed slightly, his divine soul infiltrated into the long sword, and he suddenly felt a powerful sword intent, constantly shattering Duan Mingxiao's divine soul, and then he immediately took the divine soul back, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Do you like this?"

Duan Mingxiao asked towards Fu'er.

"yes, I like it. ”

Fu'er said happily, gently stretched out her hand, the long sword slowly fell into her hand, this time, did not mobilize the power in the body, gently waved a set of flowing sword moves, a faint ice mist condensed around Fu'er, just like a fairy in the ice and snow, beautiful.

Duan Mingxiao suddenly remembered the scene where Lan Qin'er was in the lotus pond, dancing the long sword, how similar it was, the thoughts in his heart surged like a tide, but he was gradually suppressed, he knew that Fu'er was not Lan Qin'er, the two were completely different, and naturally they couldn't be mixed together.

"I want this sword, make a price. ”

Duan Mingxiao regained his cold aura and said to the fat man.

"I thought there was nothing special about this sword, but now that you have seen it, the price is naturally a lot more expensive. ”

The fat man said with some embarrassment, this long sword has spirituality, which he didn't expect at all, and naturally the price will be a lot more expensive.

Duan Mingxiao didn't speak, just took out his crystal blue card, and the fat man suddenly sat on the ground in surprise, smashing the whole room trembling, and then hurriedly stood up from the ground, carefully took the crystal blue card, and looked at it carefully, only then did he affirm.

"No, my lord, wait a minute, I'll help you solve it. ”

The fat man's tone suddenly became a lot more respectful, and he ran outside, while Fu'er continued to wave the long sword in his hand, as if he was in love with this feeling, even if the long sword came out of his hand, he could continue to perform sword moves according to her ideas, as if it was tailor-made for Fu'er.

"Han Feng?"

Duan Mingxiao said lightly, the long sword seemed to feel that someone was calling him, and flew towards Duan Mingxiao, circled around him, and finally stopped in front of the long knife at his waist.

"Your name is Han Feng! My name is Mo Xuan, it seems that your consciousness should have just been formed, follow that girl in the future, he will take good care of you." ”

Mo Xuan's voice came from the long knife, Han Feng seemed to be very happy, as if a lonely child had found a companion, constantly hovering in the air, and finally landed in front of Fu'er, Fu'er grabbed it, but found that the long sword gradually became smaller, and finally it was like a delicate hairpin, Fu'er pinned it on her head again, the faint blue light flashed and flashed, Fu'er also smiled happily, and looked like a little fairy.