Taro Yamamoto, a gruff dwarf, is the owner of this swordsmith house and Fujiwara's only friend in Rokuhe Castle.

A beggar and a respected swordsmith can become friends, and I have to say that Fujiwara Hunter has a time when he is blind and wrong, but he does make a few true friends.

"Taro, the bones of the hundred-legged demon are good materials for forging swords, and 'Tachibana Natsumaru' was your work five years ago, with your current skills, you can definitely create a work that surpasses 'Tachibana Natsumaru' with the demon bones of the hundred-legged demon."

Fujiwara Kari also opened his mouth to help persuade him, with a hint of pleading in his tone.

Seeing his always strong old friend show this gesture, Taro Yamamoto knew that he was betting all his bets on that disgusting boy.

Recovering a broken leg with the help of the Hundred-legged Demon's bloodline talent and challenging for revenge like that man is the only reason for the old friend to persist in living.

Taro Yamamoto knew that he couldn't hold on any longer, and although he really wanted to stop his old friend from looking for death, it might be worse than death to live like he was now. A decent defeat as a samurai would probably be a good result for him.

"Really, how can such a guy who doesn't seem to be reliable at all get your approval."

Taro Yamamoto complained, looked at Shang Biao dissatisfied, and said, "Boy, if you want to get my 'Tachibana Summer Pill', you must promise me two conditions."

First, leave a golden judgment with the same weight as 'Tachibana Natsumaru'.

Second, I need you to cut off one of its thickest thighs and bring it back to me before extracting the Hundred-legged Demon bloodline.

How, can you do these two conditions? ”

"No problem, I agreed to both of your conditions."

Gold doesn't matter, as for the hundred-legged demon, Shang Biao is not prepared to go to trouble it.

The so-called 'two days first-class' supreme meaning 'two days of the same exposure', Shang Biao did not have much interest.

Thinking with my ass, I also know that it will not be too easy to learn this level of skill.

If Fujiwara Hunter himself mastered it, Shang Biao might still be interested in exchanging the bloodline of the Hundred-legged Demon for him. It's a pity that it's just a letter of introduction, and the temptation for him is greatly reduced.

Learning kendo is only a temporary means of saving his life, and he is still a Taoist priest. The opportunity to learn this secret technique may tempt other melee actors, but it is dispensable for him.

After agreeing to Taro Yamamoto's conditions, Shang Biao got his wish and got the bronze-level sword 'Tachibana Natsumaru'. The weapon is good, but the gap with Shang Biao's habitual magic sword is not half a star.

Taito-Tachibana Natsumaru

Origin: Killing gods

Maker: Drama character - Taro Yamamoto

Rarity: Bronze

Material: Hundred calcined steel, Weasel Fangs

Effect: Swings the Blade with a 20% chance to attach the Weasel Flame

Comment: This is Taro Yamamoto's most outstanding work to date, but unfortunately due to the passage of too much demonic power contained in Itachi's fangs, the power of this knife is far from what he expected.

Shang Biao originally wanted to use his own mana to preliminarily refine the 'Orange Summer Pill', but when the mana just flowed to the yellowish blade, he was resisted by a demonic aura.

In the end, it is Fanbang casting, and it has not refined the demonic energy contained in the material itself at all, although it stimulates the magic power attached to the Weasel Demon Fangs to the greatest extent, but it is only suitable for specific users.

Shang Biao reluctantly withdrew his mana and inserted Tachibana Natsumaru into the scabbard and inserted it into his waist. Feeling as if someone was peeping behind him, he turned to look at the blacksmith shop behind him, which had allowed him to live peacefully for ten days, and found Fujiwara on crutches and standing at the door, looking at him with complicated eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Maybe after nearly ten days of getting along, he also saw a trace of Shang Biao's nature, and understood that his cheap apprentice might not come back as soon as he left, but he still had a trace of luck.

After waiting for so many years, only Shang Biao is most likely to help him obtain demon blood, restore his stump, and take revenge on that person.

"Lu Zhijun, please!"

A thousand words in my heart turned into this pleading in the end.

Hearing Fujiwara's deep voice, Shang Biao turned around and waved his hand, but didn't say anything.

The hundred-legged demon is not a powerful monster, and if he recovers a certain amount of strength, he will kill it, but it is not the time for this bad luck to possess the body.

Moving forward in a low-key manner, after leaving the city, Shang Biao carefully spared a few laps, and after finding that no one was following, he turned into the dense mountain forest.

The Ten Thousand Ghost Banner was taken out of the movie ticket by him and firmly planted on the ground.

In the past ten days, he also has a rough plan for the road ahead, and the Ten Thousand Ghost Flag, which can only be used as a burning stick at present, is the beginning of the plan, and it is also the most important part.

Looking at the dark banners fluttering in the wind, the hesitation in Shang Biao's eyes gradually subsided, it was something that had already been decided, and now there was no other way.

The mana of the whole body poured into the eyes of the gods, and the blue thunder and fire kept pouring out, entangled and burning on the Ten Thousand Ghost Flags.

"Click~"

A subtle sound came into his ears, and Shang Biao watched the cracks appear on the flag, speeding up the speed at which he swallowed the food in his mouth.

Destroying the Ten Thousand Ghost Flags and releasing Han Er and the Snake Spirit was a decision Shang Biao made after repeated deliberation in the past few days.

He didn't care about thinking about how to spend the future plot world without the various magical effects of the Ten Thousand Ghost Banners. Perhaps the destroyed Ten Thousand Ghost Banners can still be restored through the theater, or through the blood sacrifice again.

However, this is just his extravagance, and the biggest possibility is that the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner will become a waste from now on, after all, this heavy treasure has been severely damaged by Cao Ang once.

A thousand birds are in the forest, it is better to have a bird in hand. Shang Biao still understood this simple truth, without the protection of Han Er and the snake spirit, he might be swallowed by the monsters provoked by bad luck when he left Liuhe City, not to mention others.

As the thunder and fire continued to burn, more and more cracks appeared in the Ten Thousand Ghost Banners, and the screams of the thousands of Yin Spirits hiding in the banners could be faintly heard.

"Click~"

There was another crisp cracking sound, and the surface of the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner was undamaged, but the rod body was shattered.

Shang Biao immediately pulled out the remaining Ten Thousand Ghost Flags, and before he could probe the extent of the damage, the shadows that covered the sky and the sun poured out from the surface of the flags.

"Han Er, swallow them!"

Shang Biao saw the familiar burly figure, and he didn't have time to say more, so he went straight to the fastest black snake.

"Snake spirit, don't you want this soul anymore!"

Seeing the black snake slipping fast, it was about to disappear from sight. Shang Biao quickly took out two black mist clouds from the movie ticket and threatened.

"Hehe, whatever you want, without a soul and a soul, I won't have a ** back at most. The point is, do you still have the means to control me through this soul? ”

The snake spirit stopped and fled, looking at Shang Biao from a distance and sneering, a pair of cold snake eyes revealing undisguised pleasure.

Damn bastard, you have it today, too!

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