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The man was very knowledgeable, and after Xinghuan picked up the flying knife, he explained: "This flying knife is not ordinary, it is very large, there are only two in the world, and this is one of them."

It is rumored that this knife is a disciple of Master Lu Ban and a disciple of Master Ou Yezi spent many days to create together, and the material of the entire flying knife is all made of thousand-year-old cold iron, and the blade body contains a precision mechanism, which can be used to destroy the hub of the mechanism with internal force.

Once destroyed, the speed of the throwing knife will increase dramatically, and no one knows how fast it can be, and no one has ever seen it.

Since this throwing knife was built, no one has ever been able to destroy this throwing knife, so this effect has gradually become a legend. ”

Speaking of this, the man looked at Xinghuan with a look of anticipation.

Perhaps, the descendants of Xiao Li's flying knife can reproduce the power of this knife......

After a pause, he continued: "This knife is a treasure that my sect has collected for many years, but because no one can use it, it has been kept in the sect until now.

In the hands of others, this throwing knife is no different from ordinary throwing knives except that it is somewhat hard and difficult to break. ”

"As for the other flying knife, it was stolen from the day it was built, and now I don't know where it is, let alone what kind of effect that flying knife will have."

“……”

The man spoke in detail on the side, while Xinghuan listened and carefully looked at the flying knife in his hand.

The throwing knife is cold to the hand and a little heavy.

The handle of the knife is also made of thousand-year-old cold iron, which is integrated with the blade without any gaps.

The blade formed a graceful arc, and under the cold moonlight, a cold streamer crossed the blade, slowly condensed on the tip of the knife, and disappeared in a flash.

The evening breeze blew, and a cluster of red rope swayed gently from the hilt.

Just look at the material to know that this is a good flying knife, if it is really as the other party said, there is a mechanism in the flying knife that can be destroyed, then this flying knife can indeed be called a peerless treasure.

It was even worth more than the cloak and boots on his body combined.

After thinking about it, Xinghuan mobilized his internal force and slowly sank into the flying knife.

The slightest internal force entered from the hilt, and it seemed that it did stay somewhere inside the blade, but unfortunately, the throwing knife did not react at all.

With a casual throw, the flying knife entered the door frame without hindrance, and the blade was completely submerged, leaving only the handle of the knife and the cluster of red ropes gently swaying in the wind.

The speed is average, but the sharpness is very good.

Seeing this, the man was immediately disappointed.

If even the heirs of Xiao Li's flying knife can't be destroyed, then who else in this world can be destroyed.

I'm afraid, no more......

Xinghuan didn't care at all, judging from the feeling of internal force crossing into the flying knife just now, what the other party said should be true, so he is very interested in this flying knife now, very satisfied, and plans to stay and study it slowly.

After a pause, he suddenly asked, "Does this throwing knife have a name?"

The man was still immersed in regret, and said casually: "Yes, it's called time."

Xing Huan guessed: "So, is the other flying knife called Sun and Moon?"

The man said: "It's a wrong word, it's called years."

After saying that, he couldn't help laughing, obviously many people had guessed wrong before.

Time is like an arrow, and time is like a shuttle......

It's a simple and straightforward name.

With a free smile, Xinghuan didn't care, put the flying knife into the hidden weapon strap on his waist, replaced it with a lancet, and picked up the last thing in front of him.

A pair of very gorgeous, like gloves that exude a faint white glow against the background of the moonlight.

The gloves are white, very thin, silky to the touch, slightly cool, very elastic, and very comfortable.

The glove has a long wrist cuff that can probably extend to the elbow joint of the arm when worn, and it is embroidered with some beautiful patterns.

It appears to be a pair of gloves worn by a woman.

The man opened his mouth at the right time to explain: "This is a pair of silk gloves, the silk threads on them are all made of silk spit by the century-old ice silkworms on the Tianshan Mountain, the toughness is very strong, and it will not break easily, even if it is accidentally broken, the silk will slowly heal on its own."

"With these gloves on, your fingers are much more flexible and you're not afraid of anything poisonous."

It sounded like a good effect, but Xinghuan was helpless and asked, "Do you think I'm suitable for wearing these gloves?"

The man coughed dryly and said, "It should be possible......

Xinghuan handed over the silk gloves and said, "Should it?" In that case, you can put it on and show it to me first. ”

The man hesitated and said with a wry smile: "Okay, in fact, you can give these gloves to your beloved woman."

Beloved Woman...... The woman he loved was long dead......

Sighing, Xinghuan suppressed the faint sadness in his heart, put away his gloves, and said, "That's all?"

The man was stunned and said, "These are not enough?"

Xinghuan said unceremoniously: "I don't know what the consequences will be if I practice it, a flying knife that can't be destroyed, and a pair of gloves used by women, I have to say that your abacus is really good."

The man smiled awkwardly, and said with little confidence: "These are actually quite powerful, especially the flying knife ......"

In the end, he was really embarrassed to say any more, so he simply spread his hands and said, "What do you want?"

Xinghuan took a sip of wine and said, "In this way, how about you Mingjiao owe me a favor?"

This request can be described as a lion's mouth.

There is no one in this world who can make a big faction owe favors.

The man frowned, and refused without hesitation: "I can't be the master of this, and it's impossible, at most, this favor is considered to be my personal debt to you, and I can't help it if it's too much."

Xinghuan waved his hand, too lazy to bargain again, and said, "Then so be it."

The man finally breathed a sigh of relief, in order to get the things in the sect, he racked his brains and tried his best to fight in front of the sect leader, so he got these three treasures to exchange.

If the mission fails, he will really have no shame to return to Islam, and he can only use some shady means to get back those things on Xinghuan's body.

Although he disdained to do insidious and cunning things, he didn't mind giving it a try when he had to.

Thankfully, so far, so far, everything is going well.

returned the cloak and boots, as well as the secret book of "Pilgrimage", Xinghuan lay on the recliner with his bare feet and crossed Erlang's legs, drank wine leisurely, and said with a slight sideways look: "Should you return me a pair of shoes?"

The man put the things in the package, glanced at the thumbs of the bare feet, got up and said, "I have to send the things back as soon as possible, and I will ask the shopkeeper to buy you shoes."

Xinghuan glanced at the tall back that was about to leave, and said, "I don't know what your name is."

The man's figure was stunned and he said, "Yin Zhan."

Xinghuan smiled slightly and said, "Xinghuan."

"There will be a date later." The words fell, and Yin Zhan left cleanly.

On the recliner, Xinghuan looked at the bright moon in the night sky and muttered to himself: "Lonely, ......"

The dress was fluttering, and a beautiful and enchanting figure seemed to come from the bright moon, and a charming and moving words came from the ear: "Long night, it's good ......for the slave family to accompany the son to relieve boredom."