Chapter 81: Sword Mania
"I'll come, I'll come!" Hong Xiaobao suddenly said excitedly: "Won fifty spirit crystals, right?"
As soon as they heard Hong Xiaobao's words, Chen Peng, Chen Yu and Su Tian immediately frowned, and Chen Yu said: "Boss Hong, his weapon is not ordinary, don't mess around! This person is called a sword maniac, he is a person from the Sword Mansion, he is perverse by nature, and he doesn't know where he got this sword, it is really not ordinary." β
"It's okay, it's okay," Hong Xiaobao smiled, and took off his pot with his backhand: "Who, come, try my ...... Wok. β
"What's that?"
Several people immediately turned around, and they all heard clearly, but they all felt that they had heard it wrong. When I turned around, I immediately burst out laughing.
"Poof......
"Hahahahaha!"
"Ahh
"My God, to be honest, I've seen many Qimen weapons in the fighting arena for several years, but today is the first time I've seen a pot!"
"Hahahaha!"
"Boss Hong, no!" Chen Peng immediately frowned and said, although he couldn't see anything special about Hong Xiaobao's pot, but the importance of this pot to Hong Xiaobao was self-evident.
"No, this brother!" and Chen Yu immediately became anxious, "Don't underestimate that sword, really, it doesn't look good, but this is definitely the best sword I've ever seen in Thunder City!
"The best sword in Thunder City?...... I love to listen to this," the sword maniac who had been lazily ignoring everyone had a lazy voice, and put his palm on the hat that covered most of his face, and looked at Hong Xiaobao very lazily, "Tut...... Brother, to be honest, I also know a person who spent a lot of money to build a good Dan furnace, and I always feel that my Dan furnace is powerful, and he can be used as a shield, a furnace and a hammer, but to be honest...... he spread his hands, "you and your pot...... That's not really the material. β
"Hahahaha! That's it, this is taking the initiative to send money to the door!"
"What a sight to see today!"
Everyone laughed, Chen Peng and Su Tian were both frowning, how to say that Hong Xiaobao was also with them all the way, and it was a little unbearable to be ridiculed like this, and immediately wanted to leave: "Boss Hong, really, let's go." β
"It's okay, it's okay, what are you afraid of?" Hong Xiaobao held the pot in front of him, his fingers flicked a few times, his voice was extremely light and crisp, and there was a long aftersound.
"Boss Hong, you must be a good pot, but this is a pot after all!" Chen Peng stopped again, and before he could hear Hong Xiaobao speak, he saw that the sword maniac frowned slightly.
The voice...... It's kind of interesting. Sword Maniac laughed, "It's qualified enough to compete with the Crazy Flying Heaven, what's the matter, do you want to compare?"
"Crazy ...... Fly...... Outside the sky...... "Hong Xiaobao listened to the name of this sword, it was really speechless, this name was really crazy and cool to the sky!"
Of course, everyone else reported their own home, and he also reported the name of the pot: "Uh...... My pot is called a black iron pot. β
"What's the pot?"
"Did this guy say he made a pot out of black iron?"
"Hahahaha, cow! It's really a cow! I don't have you as an old cow!"
Everyone laughed, but Hong Xiaobao didn't care, and said seriously: "Yes, it's made of pure black iron." β
"Wha
"Pure...... Pure Pure Darksteel!!Did you hear that, Pure Darksteel!!"
At this time, Chen Peng, Chen Yu, and Su Tian were a little nervous, this word "pure" was a bit too much! It's just that it's a side, and they can't do the thing of demolishing the stage, and they are all a little embarrassed at the moment, and they don't know what to do.
"Xuantie pot?" The sword maniac held a withered grass in his mouth, looked at Hong Xiaobao with interest, patted the big sword beside him with some self-satisfaction, and smiled with a few people next to him: "I am a sword maniac, and I have some net worth, and I love to collect divine weapons, just this crazy flying sky, it cost a full two hundred spirit crystals, I dare not say that I am alone in the world, at least it is difficult to find it in this Thundersound City, but in total, it is only ten catties of Xuantie, and you say that you are a Xuantie pot? or pure? hehe...... It's ridiculous!"
"Two hundred spirit crystals?" Everyone was shocked in their hearts, this is definitely a local tyrant! With the income of the low-level monks in Leiyin City, the weapons they wear are generally within ten spirit crystals, even if they grit their teeth and take twenty or thirty spirit crystals, this monk's big sword is worth two hundred spirit crystals, even if it is called a divine soldier, it is okay.
And when everyone looked at Hong Xiaobao again, they were a little disdainful, you can make up some spectrum, pure Xuantie? You don't know how much Xuantie weighs, right?
I saw the sword maniac sneering and raised a finger: "First, this pot will definitely not be pure Xuantie. If it is such a big pot, its weight will be at least more than 100 catties, and the person who carries the pot is obviously a person with the strength of the meat fetus, and it is impossible to carry a dark iron pot so much. β
"Oh......"
"Makes sense, it makes sense!"
"Not bad!"
Everyone nodded secretly, this person is worthy of dealing with weapons all day long, and his eyesight is extraordinary.
"Second!" "Second!" The sword maniac sneered slightly: "The price of one pound of Xuantie is about twenty**, and one hundred catties of Xuantie, then you will get three thousand spirit crystals!" Don't say that I am an ordinary monk, that is, a person from the outer gate, even if it is a gentleman, there are only a few people who can get such a large sum of spirit crystals, and this person in front of him is definitely not among them, not to mention that it is three thousand spirit crystals, and those who can take it out will only build a real divine blade, not a pot......" The sword maniac sneered: "I'm afraid a fool will do this kind of thing!"
"Yes, I don't think anyone would spend 3,000 spirit crystals to make a pot. β
"Yes, a pound or two mixed in that pot is considered a big deal, and it is impossible for someone to be crazy enough to make a dark iron pot. β
"I think he's telling the truth, right? I have a friend in the blacksmith's shop, and he said, yesterday someone really made a pot of pure black iron. β
"Pull it down! Don't look at how honest the blacksmith is, when he touches something related to casting, he can blow an iron rod into a peerless divine weapon!"
"What are you doing so much?" The sword maniac's hand slowly put on the big sword, and sneered: "Real gold is not afraid of fire refining, isn't this a fighting weapon, come on!" said that he confidently plucked off a piece of hair, put it on the blade and blew it gently, and the hair quietly turned into two pieces and floated to both sides of the big sword.
What an artifact for blowing hair and breaking hair!
(δΈδΈ Chinese )