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

A blue shadow flickered in.

The long aqua blue hair is draped over the shoulders of incense, the slender figure is slender and colorful, and the most surprising thing is the stunning beauty, like lighting a bright light in the dark night, dazzling.

The blue-haired girl Lianbu style, with a fresh fragrance, walked lightly in front of Fang Xuan, and winked at the latter slyly, with a superb demeanor!

"You ......"

Fang Xuan was stunned, looked at the girl who suddenly arrived, and said in surprise: "Who is coming?!" ”

"Damn! You just broke up and you don't remember me?! ”

The girl's eyes widened, and she stomped her feet in anger, and said, "I'm Shui Bing'er!" ”

"Oh, it's you!"

Fang Xuan nodded, and said suspiciously: "We never started, how can we talk about breaking up?!" ”

"Uh... It was a slip of the tongue. ”

Shui Bing'er blushed slightly, noticing that she had some inappropriate words.

At the same time, Shui Yue'er also followed closely behind, she pinched her nose, reluctantly walked into this dirty blacksmith shop, and muttered with complaints: "Wow, it's so dirty here!" That stupid prince, why would you ask for food in such a place?! ”

"Yue'er, you don't understand this, how can you have a meal in such a poor place, His Royal Highness the prince is estimated to have come to work, and the world's first working prince was born......" Shui Bing'er said.

Revenge, this is naked revenge!

Hearing Shui Bing'er's squeeze, Fang Xuan instantly understood that she was holding a grudge, annoyed that Fang Xuan had forgotten her, and wanted to take revenge verbally.

I didn't expect this girl to look very pure, but in fact, her heart is also black.

"200,000 gold soul coins, I bought this knife!"

As she spoke, Shui Bing'er took out a glittering purple gold card from the ring soul guide on her hand and put it on a clean coffee table: "This is 150,000 ......"

"Yue'er, lend me 50,000."

She turned around and stretched out her hand to Shui Yue'er behind her.

"Hey, sister, do you really want to buy that knife? Our soul master has a martial soul, what do you want that broken knife for? ”

Shui Yue'er tightened her pockets, looking like a little miser, and pouted: "I'm not as rich as you, so I have this little money left." ”

"Dead girl, don't talk nonsense, hand over the money quickly!"

Shui Bing'er's pretty face showed an unkind expression, and instantly turned into an unreasonable robber, with both hands together, she groped around Shui Yue'er's body, and quickly scavenged out a golden card!

"Ahh Shui Yue'er was robbed of all her savings by her sister, and her little face suddenly showed a look of grievance, and she couldn't help wailing.

"Little slam the door, I'll pay you back in two days!"

Shui Bing'er glared at Shui Yue'er angrily, and then pressed the gold card on top of the purple gold card, and looked at the old madman: "This is 200,000, you order!" ”

The old madman glanced at the two gold cards on the coffee table, nodded, and said, "The knife belongs to you." ”

"Hey! Wait a minute, this is the knife I saw first! ”

Fang Xuan was slightly stunned, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, he looked at Shui Bing'er with a vigilant face, and hugged the white knife tightly and refused to let go.

Shui Bing'er actually snatched her love knife openly, which is unbearable!

Fang Xuan's face was calm, and he was about to reason with Shui Bing'er, who knew that the latter looked at him with an idiot look: "I originally bought it for you!" ”

Forehead......

Fang Xuan's body stiffened, his expression gradually became serious, he stared at Shui Bing'er's eyes seriously, and said categorically: "I don't have the money to pay you back!" ”

"Who wants you to pay it back!"

Shui Bing'er glanced at Fang Xuan and muttered in a low voice, "This knife can be regarded as a thank you gift for saving me." ”

"It's over, it's over, we finally came to Heaven Dou City for a trip, and we thought we could eat all over the city, but now it's okay, the money is gone!" Shui Yue'er cried with a sad face.

Without spending a single Golden Soul Coin to get a good knife, Fang Xuan was very happy, and he couldn't help but have some good feelings towards Shui Bing'er in his heart.

"Old madman, what's the name of this knife?" He looked curiously at the old madman in front of the fire.

"White Knife, Shadowless!" The old madman said quietly.

Shadowless ......

Fang Xuan caressed the blade that was as bright as snow with some pity, the shadowless blade seemed to give birth to spirituality, and the blade trembled slightly, emitting a clear knife groan.

With this good knife in hand, his strength will undoubtedly increase greatly.

Although he is only a soul master now, with his superb sword drawing skills, he can fight against the strong soul master, and now he has this famous sword without a shadow, which is undoubtedly like a tiger.

After roughly estimating, he felt that he could fight with a level 30 second-ring great soul master at the limit, but he was still not the opponent of the soul venerable.

When the soul master reaches level 30, he can absorb the soul ring of more than 1,000 years and break through to the realm of the soul venerable, the improvement brought by a thousand year soul ring is very huge, and this strength gap is not easy to make up.

Soul Ring......

Thinking of the soul ring, Fang Xuan's eyes couldn't help but flash a touch of gloom.

Copying the martial soul could not absorb the soul ring, and he still had some regrets in his heart.

Fang Xuan calmly inserted the blade into the scabbard, and then pinned the Shadowless Knife to his waist, this knife was twice as heavy as an ordinary iron knife due to the iron essence mixed with it, but he felt very easy to pick it up.

"By the way, old madman, is the weapon I asked you to build last time?"

Something suddenly occurred to him, and he looked at the old madman with anticipation.

At this time, under the beating of the old madman, the originally rough iron embryo gradually became slender and thin, and it had begun to take on the appearance of a knife.

He picked up the red-hot iron knife with an iron clamp, put it in the cold water pool next to it and quenched it, and then after a simple round of tempering, an ordinary iron knife was successfully cast.

In this process, the old madman was engrossed in the whole thing, and was not affected by the outside world in the slightest.

Fang Xuan didn't bother the old madman, but stood quietly to the side and observed, this was the first time he had seen the complete knife casting process, and today could be regarded as a long experience.

It wasn't until the casting of the knife was finished that the old madman's sweat-stained hand wiped his torn cotton jacket, and walked to the cabinet on the left side without saying a word, and there was a clanging rummag of boxes and cabinets.

Finally, he took out a black box and handed it to Fang Xuan: "This is what you want." ”

When the lid is opened, a black belt gradually emerges.

This belt is made of ordinary leather, and it doesn't look special, but when Fang Xuan's gently pulls the iron buckle on the belt.

An extremely thin and extremely thin soft sword was suddenly exposed, extremely sharp, and the terrifying cold air emanating from the blade could be felt from afar.

Seeing the sharp soft sword hidden in his belt, Fang Xuan couldn't help but nod with satisfaction and said, "Thank you." ”

"You're young, you have a lot of ghost eyes...... the old madman glanced at Fang Xuan, and said pointedly.

"Safety first!"

Fang Xuan calmly wrapped this black belt around his waist and asked the old madman, "How much?" ”

"That's it, I earned 200,000 yuan today, and this belt will be given to you." The old madman said.

"Thank you then." Fang Xuan was not polite.

"Goodbye old madman, I hope the next time I come, you're not old enough to be in the coffin board......"

Before leaving, Fang Xuan looked at the old madman's old face, put down this sentence, and then left the blacksmith shop with the Shui Bing'er sisters.

The old madman watched Fang Xuan and the others leave, standing in place in a daze.

"Old, am I really that old?"

After being silent for a long time, he looked at his half-white hair, and said with some sadness: "I'm not even forty years old......"