The night passed quietly, the sun rose lazily from the eastern sky, and the golden sunlight gently sprinkled the moisture of the earth, awakening a new dawn.

The first sunny day after the rain!

A beautiful rainbow appeared in the light gray sky, and Fang Xuan, who had just raised his eyes, felt a little dazzling, and raised his white palm to block it in front of him, but there were still colorful streamers through his fingers, sprinkled on the handsome face that was a little lazy.

"Ha~ Where am I?!"

Fang Xuan yawned lazily, propped his hands on the ground, straightened up his tired body, and glanced blankly at the unfamiliar surroundings.

This is a shrub jungle, there are no tall trees around, not even a beast has been found, it is not like that kind of distant soul beast forest.

After a night of bloody fighting last night, Fang Xuan's physical strength was exhausted, and he didn't remember where he followed the old madman, but when he stopped, he didn't say a word, and fell asleep.

Because he's so tired!

After a good night's sleep, his physical strength recovered a lot, he was full of energy, and Fang Xuan's physical condition improved significantly.

"By the way, what about the old madman?"

Fang Xuan's gaze swept around, but he didn't find the figure of the old madman, and muttered, "Could it be that dead, that guy, I helped him solve so many enemies in the Martial Spirit Hall yesterday, why can't you give me some compensation!" ”

Rustle, rustle......

The sound of blades of grass swaying sounded, and the old madman with his cloak came from the depths of the jungle, staring at Fang Xuan with a smile, and said, "What compensation do you want?!" ”

"Oops, you're not dead!"

Looking at the old madman sitting next to him, Fang Xuan's eyes lit up, and he looked a little surprised, the old madman's hidden and terrifying strength shocked him.

Who would have thought that that ordinary blacksmith would be a powerful Title Douluo!

"Why can't you give 1.8 million gold soul coins?!" Fang Xuan touched his chin, acting like a small citizen, calculating his weights.

"Hehe, a dignified prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, still short of money? It's a bit of a good thing! The old madman laughed and scolded.

"Cut, I'm worthless as a prince, and that emperor hasn't even given me a copper soul coin......" Fang Xuan said lightly.

"Okay, don't cry poor, because I'm poorer than you!"

The old madman stared at Fang Xuan calmly, spread his hands and said, "If you want money, you won't give it, and ...... I didn't ask you for help! ”

This old guy has never seen the bright sword!

Speaking of scoundrels, a fight with Comrade Li Yunlong!

The corners of Fang Xuan's mouth twitched violently, it seemed that it was basically impossible to pluck the feathers from this iron rooster.

Sighing with great regret, his head tilted towards the rock behind him, and he inadvertently saw the scarlet demon knife that was stuck diagonally next to the old madman, and his eyes suddenly became hot.

This is a rare artifact in the world, its terrifying power Fang Xuan has long been obvious to all, last night the old madman relied on this knife to kill Blood Douluo with just one knife, which can be called domineering!

"Hehe, it's okay if you don't have money, then let me try this knife!!"

Fang Xuan rushed to the old madman with some greed, staring at the blood-red demon knife with some greed, he couldn't help but rub his palms, and couldn't wait to reach out and touch the demon knife......

"Smack!"

A thick palm covered with calluses slapped it, directly knocking out Fang Xuan's right hand that had just stretched out.

The old madman glanced at Fang Xuan lightly, and said in a deep voice, "Little madman, this knife is not something you can afford now!" -->>

If you touch it indiscriminately, you'll die! ”

"Is it as evil as you say? If you don't give a test, just say it, slam the door! Cut~" Fang Xuan couldn't help but pout, slandering for a while, and glanced at the demon knife reluctantly.

For a swordsman like him, this demon knife was simply a coveted supreme treasure, one level higher than the white knife Wuying he was using now, it was a weapon that only a hundred-level god could have.

"Hey, hey, old madman, where did you get this knife?" Fang Xuan stared at the demon knife and asked curiously.

"The ...... picked up on the ground," the old madman said lightly.

"Huh? Really, where to pick it up, I'll try my luck and pick up another handful! Fang Xuan rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Don't tell you ......"

"!"

The corners of Fang Xuan's mouth twitched slightly, he didn't see that this old guy was a little cheap!

Unable to touch the demon knife, Fang Xuan was very sorry in his heart, and sat in front of the old madman without saying a word, his two eyes staring at the demon knife all the time!

After a while, the old madman raised his head, his deep eyes shining through the messy long gray hair, and cast it on Fang Xuan's body, "You really try this knife?" ”

"Forehead ......"

Fang Xuan was stunned for a moment, then showed a touch of joy, and nodded seriously, "Hmm!" ”

"Okay, let's let your kid have a good time today and try the power of the artifact!"

The old madman smiled, and finally reluctantly agreed, and he told seriously, "But I said it in advance, if there is any accident in your trial, I will not be responsible!" ”

"Cut, don't bluff me, it's just a knife, can't it be that you can eat people?!"

Fang Xuan rolled his eyes, ignoring the old madman's intimidation, his heart was surging with anticipation and excitement, his right hand stretched out, and grasped the demon knife......

"Little madman, use your eyes to see the vastness of the world!"

Looking at Fang Xuan, who was holding the demon sword, the old madman's eyes were deep, and he muttered quietly.

Rumble!!!

The moment Fang Xuan held the demon knife, countless Dao tyrants' fierce murderous aura surged wildly from above the demon knife, as if a hundred thousand sharp blades pierced themselves together, being torn apart, and his soul was crushed, and he couldn't help but wail in pain.

At this moment, Fang Xuan seemed to be in the midst of a murderous whirlpool of thousands of troops, his weak body was torn apart, and even his spirit collapsed directly.

It's too strong!

It's so strong!

Is this the power of the god level!

As if waking up from a nightmare, Fang Xuan's heart was shocked, his face was directly twisted in pain, and the right hand holding the demon knife exploded on the spot, this kind of murderous aura was really terrifying, and a mortal's body couldn't bear it at all.

He was unwilling, gritted his teeth tightly, his skin and flesh were blown apart, and only Bai Sensen's right hand was left, still holding the demon knife and refusing to let go.

Fang Xuan gritted his teeth and insisted, while using the Nine Heart Begonia to repair his injuries, he sank his consciousness into the demon knife, and he struggled to support under that kind of murderous aura that destroyed the world and refused to give up......

"Resilience is good!"

The old madman noticed this and nodded with a smile.

Rumble!!

I don't know how long it took, until he was a little used to the terrifying murderous aura in the demon sword, Fang Xuan's mind roared, the heavens and the earth changed in vain, and the world in front of him quickly shattered.

A magnificent picture slowly unfolded......

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