"It's cold!"

In the rented villa, Poplar, who had returned from another world, shivered, and then he realized that winter was coming on this side of the earth. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There was a black rumbling around, obviously in the middle of the night, after turning on the light, I saw that I was bloody, and I was uncomfortable, so I threw the blood-patterned sword in my hand at will, turned on the air conditioner and rushed to the bathroom.

There was hot water in the villa at any time, and he took off his bloody clothes and threw them in the automatic washing machine, and began to rinse himself in a hurry.

When I was an hour, half a bottle of poplar was used for shampoo and shower gel, so I was refreshed and put on a set of clean thick clothes, and I didn't want to wash clean clothes, so I took them out of the washing machine and threw them directly into the trash.

There were also some blood stains on the floor of the room, so I directly found a towel to clean it, and threw the towel into the washing machine to wash it, and the blood water washed into the sewer, and the towel was gone......

Lying on the bed, I turned on my phone to look at the time, it was only one o'clock in the middle of the night.

"It is estimated that the week over there will not be able to pass, Wanhualou will definitely become a place of right and wrong, no matter if you turn the world upside down, it is none of my business, just take advantage of this time to have a good rest and have fun, anyway, Lao Tzu is not bad for money, well, it was decided so happily"

Throwing aside the Wanhualou Blood Lotus Sect or something, seeing the blood pattern sword that was thrown away by him at will before, he was surprised to find that the blood pattern sword actually penetrated the floor, leaving only one sword hilt still stuck in the floor.

"I'll go, how sharp is this? I'm just going to throw it away."

Shocked in his heart, Poplar's mind extended and merged into the blood-patterned sword, and the long sword flew up again, leaving only a small crack on the ground that was three centimeters long and a few millimeters wide.

The blood-streaked sword floated in front of Poplar's eyes, and he had time to take a closer look at it.

The hilt and the body of the sword are one, and the material is the same, it is covered with blood-streaked steel, and the sword body is three feet long, very thin, only about four millimeters thick.

"The long sword forged from blood-patterned steel, the half-finished Shinto sword, seems to be light and fluttering, but it is so heavy that I can't even hold it, which is completely inconsistent with the laws of physics, is it because the metal density of this material is too dense or because of the Shinto refining technique? The strangest thing is that such a heavy thing can be controlled by my mind like an arm, and my mind can only control a weight of about 20 grams......"

Puzzled, Poplar specially experimented, put the blood pattern sword aside, and used his mind to control other things, that's right, he can only control a weight of one or twenty grams, and no matter how much he can't do anything, he can control the blood pattern sword that doesn't know how much!

"It's weird, I don't understand, but there are two reasons for this situation, one is that this metal material can completely fit the mind, and it can be integrated with the mind, which caused me to be able to control the sword like an arm, and the other reason is that this is a Shinto refining technique, which is estimated to depict the so-called formation pattern and the like, which violates science to increase its weight while also perfectly fitting my mind......

Thinking in his heart, Bai Yang used his mind to integrate into the Blood Pattern Sword, carefully feeling every part of the sword body, but he felt that the Blood Pattern Sword was simply a part of his body, and there was nothing else to discover.

If you can't figure it out, why bother with that brain, anyway, the result is that this sword can be controlled by yourself.

As soon as his heart moved, his mind opened, could he also fly with a sword like the legendary sword fairy?

I thought of it, turned over and got up, let the blood pattern sword fly, and levitate a few centimeters above the ground, anyway, the blood pattern sword was just like a part of my body, and I was not afraid of cutting my foot plate, so I stood up so carefully!

Then, with a snap, the blood-streaked sword fell to the ground.

"No, I can't bear my weight, yes, although I can control the flight of the Blood Pattern Sword with my mind, but I can't carry myself, it's like I can lift my arm, but I can't lift myself up by myself, but I estimate that when my mind is strong enough to support my own weight, I can fly with the sword, paralyzed, what else do I need to fly at that time? Lao Tzu himself can surround himself with his thoughts and fly......"

Thinking about these poplars, depressed.

Then test the sharpness of the blood-patterned sword, this is a bull's fork, the blood-patterned sword flies, the cabinet in the room, like a piece of paper is torn apart by the blood-patterned sword, the wall, no different from cutting tofu, the kitchen knife, one knife in two......

After some experiments, he was almost like raiding his house, he cut something when he saw it, and in the end, the entire villa was almost demolished by Poplar, and he didn't find anything that could resist the sharpness of the blood-patterned sword!

"It's amazing, my brother, is there a god blocking and killing God within twenty-five meters!"

Standing in the messy living room, Poplar reached out and stroked the sword body floating in front of him, glaring at himself.

Then, I shivered, it was so cold, I hurriedly rushed to the bedroom to cover the quilt to feel a little more comfortable, and suddenly saw the unknown material black token that was thrown in the corner when I lost the blood pattern sword before, and the whimsical poplar controlled the blood pattern sword to cut the token, which is also an item refined by the Shinto refining technique, which one is more tenacious?

It turns out that Poplar thinks too much, a weapon is a weapon after all, although the token has a bit of a magical effect, but the material must not be compared with the weapon, under the blood pattern sword, that token is easily cut in half! Then simply chop it into pieces and scrap it.

Nothing special happened, and the playful Poplar was also sleepy, stabbing the blood-streaked sword into the wall and turning over to sleep......

Early the next morning...... Forehead...... Just after ten o'clock, Poplar woke up refreshed, saw the messy room, scratched his head and was speechless, it was all done by himself.

I found my mobile phone, found a decoration company, dialed the phone and asked the other party to come and restore this place, not bad money, and it was a great four or five hundred thousand yuan.

After getting up and washing, he took the clothes he washed last night out and threw them in the trash, and the people from the home improvement company came over and explained, he 'took' the blood-patterned sword into the garage, drove a six-wheeled Mercedes-Benz pickup truck and left the villa.

First went to the royal banquet held by Song Yi's family, ate a large table of meals in the stunned waiter, ate and drank to his heart's content, swiped the card to settle the bill, and drove a Mercedes-Benz pickup truck to his metal processing factory.

When I go to the ground, I go, what is the situation in the desert?

Drive the car to the door, and find that there were dozens of idle big guys here before, and now there is only one buddy playing stand-alone games in the security room at the door, and there is no network cable here......

"Wang Qingjiang, what about Xiong Da and them? Why are you the only one? ”

Poplar's memory is off the charts, and the guy who remembers the security room stretched out his neck in the car and asked.

"It's the boss, Brother Xiong, they went to chase those water ghosts, let me tell you, didn't those water ghosts be targeted by the strip last time, hey, those wine bags and rice bags, I didn't expect those water ghosts to pierce their hands, and they lost their troops and lost their troops, the water ghosts ran away, and they are chasing them everywhere, Brother Xiong, they also went to find a way to chase them, see if they can take advantage of the fire to rob"

Wang Qingjiang came to the side of the car and said to Bai Yang.

How long has it been since you gave up? Bai Yang was speechless, and he got out of the car with the blood-patterned sword, shook it in front of Wang Qingjiang and said:

"It's just you, do you have titanium alloy leftovers? Get me a scabbard."

"This is simple, don't worry, boss, it will be fine soon, but boss, where did you get this sword? Why does it look so evil? It seems to have blood on it, and it looks like it's oozing."

Wang Qingjiang looked at the blood-patterned sword in Bai Yang's hand and said.

"You know a wool, this is an antique that I spent 80 million to get, and it was just unearthed not long ago, right? Where is so much nonsense, hurry up and get me a scabbard, it's inconvenient to hold it like this"

Poplar opened his mouth and said, this is the sword of another world, I will tell you this kind of thing?

"The boss is atmospheric, you have time for me to play...... I'd better go get the boss's scabbard first."

Wang Qingjiang grinned and ran to the workshop.

"You can't play with it"

Poplar pouted and followed.

After entering the workshop, he saw an electronic scale on the side, taking advantage of Wang Qingjiang's inattention, he put the blood pattern sword on it and weighed it, which made Bai Yang dumbfounded, this seemingly light blood pattern sword actually weighed one hundred and forty-five kilograms!

It's almost 300 catties, no wonder you can't take it, so is this because of the density of the material or the refining method?

Poplar was dumbfounded, but the amount of information was too small to understand, and it was impossible for him to use this sword to analyze the material composition, not to mention the question of origin, if it was broken, who would it be?

Wang Qingjiang quickly gave the scabbard to Poplar well, playing mechanical, he still had the vision, and the scabbard was not only just right, but also used a laser to make some good-looking patterns on it, and after spraying and frosting, there was no sense of disobedience with the blood-patterned sword.

"Okay, I'll go first, you can play slowly"

Get something, Poplar is very irresponsible flash people.

The blood-streaked sword was too heavy, he couldn't hold it, it seemed to be inserted in the scabbard, but in fact, it was still controlled by his mind, and the weight of a scabbard was in his hand.

Coming to the car again, after thinking about it, he took out his wallet and found the VIP card that Tang Sixteen gave him, and the phone was connected as soon as it passed, and a sweet voice asked:

"Dear Supreme VIP member, Mr. Bai, is there anything I can serve you?"

He meowed, or the supreme VIP membership card, Tang Sixteen is enough to make money, and said:

"That's right, I have a sword in my hand, it's a controlled item, but I like it, it's not good to take it with me, find me an expert to get an art collection certificate or an antique collection certificate"

With those certificates, this sword can be taken on planes and trains, even if it is found by the police, it will be fine, and Poplar still knows this.

"Okay, Mr. Bai, please provide a photo of the sword and your address, we will deliver it to you as soon as we get it here."

"Okay, send me to my place when the time comes."

Hanging up the phone, Bai Yang took a photo of the Blood-Patterned Sword and sent it over, and then he thought, what will he do next? (To be continued.) )