"Good! How dare you lie to me! ”

After knowing the truth, Shui Bing'er was immediately furious, and quickly ran to Fang Xuan's face, her apricot eyes widened, and she glared at the latter fiercely: "You are not Li Changshou at all, but Fang Xuan!" ”

Fang Xuan kept his face stiff and didn't speak.

He thought to himself, what would happen if he lied to you again.

"Sister, were you really saved by this guy? He doesn't have a martial spirit! ”

With a suspicious face, Shui Yue'er walked over, her words contained a lot of doubt, and she looked at Fang Xuanlai curiously, not believing that this waste prince had the ability to save his sister.

What's wrong with not having a martial soul?

Didn't you cut your sister without a martial spirit!

Believe it or not, I'll find a place where no one is and slash you?!

Fang Xuan scolded for a while, how did the two sisters look unpleasant.

Time is precious, he didn't want to continue to entangle with his second daughter, and walked to the end of the street without saying a word.

Walking to a willow tree with a crooked neck, Fang Xuan suddenly paused, and looked up to see a dilapidated blacksmith shop in front of him.

The blacksmith shop was so dilapidated that the walls were so cracked that the gray skin was almost peeling off, and even the shop was slanted, and it looked like it hadn't been repaired for at least ten years.

"Bell! Clang! Bell ......"

As soon as I walked into the blacksmith shop, there was a rhythmic heavy sound, and the powerful metal impact sound shook the eardrums!

Fang Xuan raised his eyes and saw that in the middle of the shop, there was a flame oven, and with the pull of the bellows, the flames in the hearth jumped straight out.

Now the furnace is in full swing!

A gray-haired old man stood in front of the fire, selflessly honing his weapon.

He looked to be fifty or sixty years old, with deep-set eyes, dry skin, very old, and a tall body wrapped in a tattered cotton jacket, and with that unshaven face, he looked like a wild man who had just come out of the mountains.

However, his eyes were bright, and he skillfully wielded a hammer in his hand.

The hammer that was raised high in the air poured down like a waterfall, slamming heavily on the unformed iron embryo, and sparks flew everywhere!

Each hammer was full of force, causing the whole shop to tremble slightly.

"Old madman, your knife is of poor quality, I have used it for less than two days, and it is broken again......"

Fang Xuan walked to the stove, slowly pulled out the saber at his waist, pointed to the jagged gap in the blade, and complained to the gray-haired old man, looking like a customer who had been deceived by an unscrupulous merchant.

Under the enhancement of the Ice Phoenix Martial Soul, the power of his sword drawing technique skyrocketed, and the loss of the knife also became greater.

"Didn't you use a knife to open the mountain?!"

The old madman swept the waste knife that Fang Xuan took out, couldn't help frowning, and said, "I also said that I am an old madman, I think you are a complete little madman!" ”

"I'll give you back this broken knife, add five more gold soul coins, you can give me a new knife!" Fang Xuan said with a thick face.

The old madman shook his head, and pointed his calloused big finger to the wall on the left, only to see that on the wall blackened by the smoke of the furnace, hung a square sign with two couplets written on it.

Uplink: No warranty, no return.

Downlink: Money and goods are clear, no refund.

Horizontal batch: love to buy or not!

"Cut, no wonder you have no business in this shabby shop, just this service attitude, who will ......"

Fang Xuan couldn't help but pout, he was still thinking of adding some money to trade in the old for the new, it seemed that this old guy really didn't have any business acumen.

However, although the old madman has an eccentric temper, his forging skills are top-notch.

His eyes swept over the finished knives placed on the knife holder, and he saw the cold light flowing above the blade, blooming like a cold moon, and it looked particularly dazzling in the dark night.

He couldn't help but light up his eyes, it seemed that he hadn't seen him for many days, and the old madman had made a lot of good knives.

"Here you go, ten gold soul coins, I'll pick a new knife."

Fang Xuan took out ten Golden Soul Coins and placed them beside the stove, casually threw his waste knife into the corner, and then walked to the knife holder and carefully selected it.

The old madman had always been silent, didn't say anything, silently put away the money, and continued to bury his head in the iron.

Knife Drawing!

This was Fang Xuan's biggest reliance in the Douluo Continent.

Generally speaking, when facing an enemy, the knife must be pulled out of the scabbard in advance to meet the enemy, and pay attention to preemptive strike.

However, Fang Xuan's knife drawing technique was the opposite, deliberately putting the knife into the scabbard and pulling it out instantly when the enemy attacked, pursuing a preemptive strike!

Therefore, ordinary straight knives and machetes are not suitable for knife drawing, and the knife and scabbard must have a certain arc in order to perform knife drawing.

The principle of knife drawing is to use this arc when drawing the knife to create an instantaneous explosive force, whose strength and speed are far greater than that of directly swinging the knife out of thin air, and the pursuit is to kill with a knife!

Looking at the many blacksmith shops in Heaven Dou City, only the knife made by the old madman here had just the right arc, and the blade was slender and tough, which best met Fang Xuan's standard for drawing a knife.

The knives on this knife holder are all knives with a certain arc, both in length and sharpness, all of which are superior.

And the price is also fair, it has always been a handful of ten gold soul coins, and there has never been a malicious price increase.

After Fang Xuan finished appreciating it, he couldn't help but nod with satisfaction, and raised his hand to grab a knife.

At this moment, he froze, and his eyes were completely drawn to a knife in the corner.

"That's ......"

His eyes lit up, he walked to the corner, leaned down, picked up the knife that was lying quietly in the corner, and put it in front of his eyes to observe it carefully.

The handle and scabbard are all pure white, and even the blade is as bright as snow, and it is in a dirty corner, but it is not stained with a trace of dust.

"Hum~"

He gently waved the long white knife, only to see the blade rubbing against the air, and a clear sound like a dragon's groan quietly came out.

"What a knife!"

Fang Xuan stared at this white knife, his eyes surging with surprise that could not be concealed, and he said to the old madman who was immersed in iron: "Hey, I'll add ten more Golden Soul Coins, sell me this knife!" ”

"Humph!"

The old madman snorted coldly and said, "You can take the rest of the knives casually, this knife, you will not sell it if you add another 100,000 gold soul coins!" ”

"One hundred gold soul coins!"

Fang Xuan gritted his teeth and stared at the old madman, this was the largest amount he could come up with so far, and it had just been scavenged from Li Lingtian's corpse.

The old madman shook his head again and said, "This knife is not good, it is mixed with iron essence, this is the best knife I have built this year, and it has barely squeezed into the level of famous knives!" ”

"Famous Knife!"

The light in Fang Xuan's eyes became even hotter, and he clung to this white knife and did not let go, full of longing for this precious famous knife.

He lacked a weapon to take advantage of now, and the knife in front of him was exactly what he had always dreamed of.

"Stop the ink, make a price!" His eyes were fixed on the old madman without blinking, and he was determined to buy the knife.

"For the sake of our acquaintance, 200,000, you take it!" The old madman said lightly.

"Two hundred thousand...... Why the aren't you going to grab it?! ”

The corners of Fang Xuan's mouth twitched violently, and he couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

Although he has the identity of a prince on his back, he has never had any power, and he basically belongs to the lowest level of civilians in the Douluo Continent, where can he get so much money?!

Well, to tell you the truth, although this knife is really worth 200,000, he really can't take it out!

What to do......

Just as Fang Xuan was frowning, a silver bell-like voice sounded in his ears.

"200,000 gold soul coins, I bought them!"