166: Relentless rejection

There was a clink, and the black dagger between the thirteen fingers of Blood fell onto the clothes he had laid in the center of the ground.

Different from the high temperature when it was tempered by the fire just now, this little dagger faded from the fire temperature and began to emit a cold cold light.

There was a layer of silver-blue frost flowing on the pitch-black blade, and all the demon powerhouses who imprinted the frost color into their eyes immediately felt the coldness from the depths of their souls, and the tips of their teeth couldn't help but tremble.

Blood Thirteen, who instantly refined such a strange thing with a piece of ordinary broken iron, shook his hand and began to pick his teeth.

But the onlookers who were on the inner and outer three floors around Blood Thirteen and Enchanting Four were all stunned, and their hearts were beating wildly!

With just a little look, it is not difficult to see that the silver-blue knife lying quietly on the cloth stall is of extraordinary quality, and its value is comparable to all the weapons on the entire Phantom Street.

Under the threat of the knife's birth, the illusion weapons placed in the weapon shop next to them all trembled, indicating that even the spiritual illusion itself was extremely afraid of the blade's edge.

"Holy shit! This is a heaven-level illusion weapon, right? ”

A demon man with green devil horns swallowed his saliva and shouted in a loud voice.

Because of excitement and excitement, his fist clenched tightly on the hilt of his sword was trembling at this time, judging from his even figure, as well as the little habits that were inadvertently revealed, the strength of this demon had reached the second order of the God of War, and it was an existence close to the top of the parallel world.

For the demon warriors in the Xuanwu realm, the "artifact" and the "extreme path illusion weapon" are all ethereal legends, and the supreme pursuit of weapons is the heavenly high-grade illusion weapon!

If a fighter can get a heaven-level illusion weapon to fight and kill in his life, then it is equivalent to the absolute perfection of a martial artist, not to mention the second order of the god of war, even the emperor-level demon emperor is proud of having a heaven-level illusion weapon.

Hearing the man's loud shouting, the demon powerhouses suddenly boiled!

"I want to buy it, don't rob it from Lao Tzu!"

A rude and savage roar came out from the black-pressed demon onlookers, and then a strong man like a black tower rumbled against the crowd.

"Stinky old man, you phantom old man wants it, I can afford to pay as high the price as your grandfather is, you old immortal, just lie on the pile of money and cry!"

The strong man of the Black Tower was generous and arrogant, as if he must give a sum that would satisfy Blood Thirteen.

I saw that this clamor was far taller than the demon people on the side, his brown demon scales were a little dazzling and abrupt, his stomach was thicker than his chest, and his waist was full of all kinds of good quality phantom weapons.

At this time, his stubby paws were digging in his arms, as if they were about to sprinkle money on the top of Blood Thirteen's head.

"Idiot."

After many days of making up for evil, Enchanting already had a simple understanding of some simple demon languages, so Yu Guang didn't bother to raise his eyes to look at the clamor, and Enchanting immediately rolled his eyes with disdain.

Because in the next second, there was no need for her or the blood old man to make a move, and the strong man in the Black Tower, who didn't know the so-called big spitting stars, was immediately trampled into flesh by a group of strong people led by the Green Horn Demon Clan, and he was thrown away from the ground without knowing life and death!

The "meteors" that flashed in the sky did not enter the eyes of the demons at all, as if everything that had just happened was just a small episode.

It seems that there is no shortage of guys with few tendons in the demon clan, but there are also many people with more eyes, in this case, in fact, the heaven-level dagger placed on the cloth is not so important, because the demons saw with their own eyes that the blood thirteen pinched a piece of scrap iron and instantly forged this phantom weapon.

Then the irreplaceable treasure that is truly presented in front of the demons is not the silver and blue dagger, but the blood thirteen who master the divine skills!

The materials of the Blood Thirteen Forging Heavenly Rank Phantom Weapon are extremely ordinary, but it can directly increase its value by 10,000 times in public, so it is very likely that this "demon" can even be forged by the top grade of the Heavenly Rank or even the Legendary Grade Phantom Weapon!

Isn't it stupid to be rude and barbaric to such a divine craftsman?

"Master, don't be surprised, that guy was an idiot just now, he gave birth to such a big man for nothing, and his brain is full of!"

A thin and capable old man of the demon clan struggled out of the onlookers, and then stood in front of Blood Thirteen, and said in a low voice.

"Please don't be surprised, master, in fact, we Foggy Valley demons are all warriors with rules, and that idiot is not the same as us at all."

"The contemptible person's name is Zhaohe, and he is the largest weapon shop operator in Foggy Valley City, and when he saw the master's magic skills today, he suddenly felt that his life in the previous hundreds of years was really in vain......

is worthy of being a rare successful businessman in the demon clan, and the content of this weapon dealer who claims to be named "Zhaohe" is much better than the ordinary stunned youth.

"Maybe it's a bit abrupt to ask this question, but the old man still wants to take the liberty of interrogating the master, your dagger...... Can it be sold for decay? The soul throbbed at the moment when this device was condensed, and I only felt that this was the treasure that the old man had pursued all his life, so as long as you made a bid, the old man would try his best to satisfy! ”

A polite interrogation is only convincing if the city's largest arms dealer utters words like "money is not a problem."

It's just that at this time, both Blood Thirteen and Enchanting can see that Zhaohe's Zhan Zhan's magic eyes didn't go up to the dagger at all when he spoke, but he kept suppressing his excitement and staring at Blood Thirteen's face.

It seems that this scheming merchant is a drunkard who doesn't mean to drink, but actually wants to use the dagger as an excuse to establish a good relationship with Blood Thirteen and dig this god craftsman into his weapon shop!

"Money? Hum! ”

The appearance of Blood Thirteen's eyes in the beast completely froze the hearts of all the onlookers.

"Is Lao Tzu like a commodity with no money?"

Touching his oily belly, Blood Thirteen asked rhetorically in a strange demon language.

In fact, as soon as this question was asked, many of the demon powerhouses present subconsciously wanted to nod their heads again and again.

Look at your torn clothes, look at your mud-stained trouser corners, look at your knotted gray hair, look at your muddy breasts......

Many demons wanted to say this, but when they saw Blood Thirteen's murderous face, they immediately swallowed it alive and put it back in their stomachs.

It seems that the so-called gods have all kinds of quirks, and it is naturally impossible for a divine craftsman who can casually refine a heaven-level illusion weapon to be impressed by such mundane things as money, and this craftsman's daily habit is to pretend to be a beggar!

The demon onlookers who had a turn of mind immediately became sure in their hearts.

The cold sweat on the top of the weapon merchant Zhaohe's head flowed, and when he listened to Blood Thirteen's rhetorical question, he immediately felt that he had made a mistake, not to get close to this divine craftsman, but to arouse his disgust.

"I'm so stupid, how can such a master be impressed by money?" Thinking of this, Zhaohe only had his legs twitching, and he retreated weakly with a sneer.

"I don't have enough money, but for the sake of this Heavenly Rank Illusion Weapon, I'm willing to dedicate myself to the master!"

Just as he was summoning and retreating, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded with a cry of awe, and I saw that the Greenhorn Demon Clan, who had first squeezed forward and recognized the silver-blue dagger as a heaven-level illusion weapon, had already knelt at the feet of Blood Thirteen in fear.

"I am willing to become the slave of the master, as long as the master is alive for one day, I will volunteer to be a cow and a horse to serve the master!"

The sound of the Green Horn Demon Clan's subdued frustration echoed in front of the heavens and the earth, shaking the scalps of the demons present!

Voluntarily becoming a slave is something that rarely happens within the demon clan, although the condition proposed by this demon is only to be a slave during the lifetime of the caster master, and there is no mention of the matter of being worshiped for generations, not to mention that the yang life of the strong must be longer than that of the caster, once the master dies, the green horn demon clan can regain its free body again.

But if a strong man is allowed to put down all his dignity and be willing to be a slave, this is almost a shocking explosive news!

"Oh my God! It's antique! That killer who fights the horned rhino of the wasteland alone! ”

"I heard that as long as you can afford the price, Gu Feng has never made a mistake!"

"He's the ancient style? He volunteered to be a slave? I think that although the caster master is powerful, if he agrees to the request of the ancient style, the caster master still takes advantage of it! ”

The self-declared identity of the Greenhorn Demon Clan immediately caused a commotion among the onlookers.

Gu Feng raised his smile confidently, in fact, it was indeed very humiliating to be a slave, even the Heavenly Rank Illusion Weapon Silver Blue Dagger, which was most suitable for his identity as a killer, was not worthy of his sacrifice.

However, this cunning guy is not only interested in the dagger in the hands of Blood Thirteen, but also because he believes that the appearance of a generation of great masters of forging will inevitably be accompanied by various challenges and opportunities that he has never imagined, and if he can find a legitimate reason to stay by the master's side, he will definitely improve greatly in a very short period of time!

"After all...... The witch ......"

The afterglow of the ancient style swept silently over the bewitching cheeks, and he felt that he couldn't see through the strength of this witch at all. And it must have been thanks to the hand of that great caster!

Raising his head, Gu Feng stared at the lips of the old man with anticipation, desperately eager to see the word "good" spit out to himself between the thin and cool lips!

"It's not good, Lao Tzu never liked slaves."

Blood Thirteen rejected Gu Feng's request without giving face, and was not even impressed by his name as a gold medal killer.

How could it be!

Gu Feng collapsed to the ground with a sallow face, he couldn't imagine that he would encounter such a ruthless rejection, this was not at all what he had imagined before!

The self-esteem has been severely damaged, and this powerful killer can't come back to his senses for a while! Not to mention the onlookers who were already petrified standing on the sidelines.

"But ......"

Just when everyone was in a stupor, the evil taste of Blood Thirteen suddenly changed his words, and said with a cruel smile to the distracted Gu Feng:

"But Master Ben likes to look at flat people the most, you just worked hardest when the crooked black tower big fool was flattened into mud, so you don't need a slave, this little broken thing will be given to you!"

With a wave of his right hand, the silver-blue dagger that was emitting a cold glow on the ground suddenly plunged deep into the ground in front of Gu Feng's knees!

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