"What's your name, little friend? What do you want to trade with me? ”

Looking at this little boy who was about eleven or twelve years old, Ding Xiaolei was quite curious, this little boy was wearing simple clothes, thin body, and dark skin, but he did not refuse to trade because of the little boy's appearance. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The reason is simple, he is not much better dressed than this little boy.

If you want to tell the truth, it is good that the little boy does not look down on him, he is now dressed in sackcloth, and with a broom on his back, he is a little better than a beggar.

"My name is Han Li, and everyone in the village calls me a dumbfounder, is this what I want to trade with you?" Han Li reached into his arms and took out a silver mask, which shimmered with a silver luster under the refraction of the sunlight.

Han Li?

Stunned?

The corners of Ding Xiaolei's mouth were speechless and curled a few times, but when he saw the silver mask in the little boy's hand, he was stunned for a moment, and his voice was a little puzzled, and said:

"What kind of cloth are you made of for this mask? How can it still reflect the sun, like a mirror? ”

"Wrong, it's not cloth, it's iron!" Han Li raised his chin haughtily and said proudly.

Iron?

Can iron be hidden in the bosom like cloth?

Can iron fold together like paper?

"Han Li, you won't trick me, will you? How can iron be folded? Ding Xiaolei shook his head, looking like I don't believe it, don't cheat me!

"It's iron!!" Han Li was a little angry, and the flush of anger appeared on his dark little face.

Looking at the little boy's angry appearance, it didn't seem to be a lie, Ding Xiaolei rolled his eyes and said, "You show me the mask, if it's iron, I'll buy it!" ”

"Of course no problem!" Han Li's little face suddenly appeared full of confidence, and he handed the silver mask to Ding Xiaolei.

Ding Xiaolei took the mask and couldn't help but be taken aback, this mask was as light as nothing in his hand, extremely smooth, as if it was the white skin of a young girl.

Unfold the mask and take a look, this mask does not cover the entire face, but covers the face above the nose, similar to the mask worn at foreign masquerade balls in the previous life.

The mask is carved with reliefs, which are smooth and add a bit of novelty and beauty to the masks.

Is this really iron?

Ding Xiaolei was not sure that the relief on the mask could not be made by paper or cloth. But if it's iron, it's too light, and what's even heavier is how can this mask be so soft like silk cloth?

"How? I'm not kidding you, it's a mask made of iron! Han Li said smugly.

"Is this really iron?" Ding Xiaolei looked at Han Li and wondered, "How can iron be so light and so soft?" ”

Han Li said smugly: "Of course this is not ordinary iron, but a divine iron that fell from the world!" ”

"Meteorite?" Ding Xiaolei was taken aback.

In previous lives, this meteorite was called a meteorite, a meteorite, a mineral that fell from the sky. In the previous life, on Earth, meteorites were at most a collector's item, but in the True Martial Continent, this is a remarkable thing.

It can be said that none of the divine weapons in the entire True Martial Continent are not caused by meteoric iron, and in front of these meteoric irons, it is the difference between stone and steel.

"That's right, this is the meteorite iron that my father accidentally obtained, at that time my father wanted to build a dagger, but the dagger made by this meteorite iron was too soft and couldn't cut things, and finally my father had no choice but to make this meteorite into a mask!" Han Li explained.

Looking at the mask in his hand, Ding Xiaolei's eyes were full of joy, and the beads were dripping and turning, isn't this mask suitable for himself?

Before, he joined the Chivalrous Hall as a lonely and defeated person, and this identity can only be known to himself, even his parents can't tell him. As long as he has this mask, he can use his strength that is inconsistent with the martial arts realm to arrest the wicked as he wants.

Although you can also cover your face with a black cloth, where can you compare to this mask that is as light as nothing, and more importantly, wearing this handsome mask, Ding Xiaolei feels that he will definitely be a lot more handsome.

Han Li was worried that Ding Xiaolei wouldn't buy a mask, so he kept preaching, "Big brother, this is a good thing, even our entire Han has a few masks that are so good." Don't look at the softness of this mask, even if you cut it with a knife, you can't hurt it with fire. ”

Ding Xiaolei coughed dryly a few times and said, "How can this mask be sold?" ”

Han Li scratched his head embarrassedly, he didn't know how much this mask was worth, it was just that he needed to use his good and evil merits to buy pills to save his father's life.

Remembering that one pill required ten thousand good and evil merits, he bit the corner of his mouth and said, "Ten thousand good and evil merits!" ”

Seeing that Ding Xiaolei was stunned for a moment, Han Li was immediately disappointed, he also knew that masks were the most useless things among martial artists, and it was better to buy a useless mask with 10,000 good and evil merits, it was better to directly bring a mask.

What's more important is that looking at Ding Xiaolei's appearance, he is not like a martial artist with tens of thousands of good and evil exploits.

But how did he know that at this moment, Ding Xiaolei was thinking about how handsome he should be wearing this mask.

"If you like..."

But before Han Li finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ding Xiaolei, only to see Ding Xiaolei say righteously: "How can I dislike a divine object like meteoric iron, a divine object like this should be worshiped by us!" ”

Han Li was stunned, he just wanted to say that if it was too expensive, the merits of good and evil could be less, but others just wouldn't give him a chance to finish.

"This is a 10,000 good and evil merit banknote, take it!" Ding Xiaolei stuffed the good and evil merit banknotes into Han Li's hand, as if he was afraid that Han Li would regret it,

"Good and evil merits are given to you, and we don't owe each other." He held the mask in his hand and walked out of the alley with a smile on his face.

Han Li was as stunned as a wooden chicken, he looked at the ten thousand good and evil merits in his hand, and his heart was suddenly excited, he didn't expect that the mask really sold ten thousand good and evil merits.

Ding Xiaolei had just walked to the entrance of the alley, when he suddenly stopped, turned his head and said, "Han Li, how did you know that I was a martial artist?" ”

"Because when you were at the gate of Fang Market just now, I saw the foot you stepped out!" Han Lidao.

Ding Xiaolei suddenly realized, no wonder the little boy in front of him knew that he was a martial artist.