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From time to time, the shopkeeper took out a bunch of bottles and cans, Wu Feng took a box of yellow ointment like cosmetics, leaned to his nose and sniffed, not fragrant, but foul smell, like the excrement of cats and dogs, if the people who don't know the goods smell this smell, even if they don't dare to smash the Mu family's industry, they have to beat the shopkeeper hard, however, people who know the goods know that the Mu family's gold sore medicine is made of special materials, and there is an unacceptable stench. [Ran^Text^Library] []. [774] [buy]. [com]

It is rumored that this gold sore medicine was obtained by chance when the ancestors of the Mu family fought on the battlefield, and the knife wound was wounded, and after the stitching, this medicine was applied, and the scar could be healed in less than three days.

Satisfied, with this gold sore medicine, not to mention the small rubbing, it is inevitable to be injured in the fight with the ancient warriors, the internal injuries have Yin and Yang Xiao Huandan, and the external injuries have this gold sore medicine, if you are beaten half dead, there is also the Nine Turns Big Dan, however, what is more satisfied is a bottle of Saitama Dan.

This Saitama Pill cannot enhance internal strength, nor can it heal wounds, but it has a restraining effect on poison.

From Zhu Ling's mouth, I also heard from the notes, and I also saw in the notes that the periphery of the Holy Land was full of miasma, and it was full of all kinds of poisons, all of which were deadly, and with this Saitama Pill, although it could not be said to be invasive, it could delay the poisonous gas attack on the heart, and give people time to force the venom out of the body.

Also, guard against those who use drugs.

The righteous path disdains the use of poison, but the devil is very vicious, and there are many people who use poison, those people are not only weapon quenching poison, secret weapon quenching poison, but also practicing poison palm poison skills.

Although he Wu Feng is also a demon, but won't the demon dao fight the demon? The righteous path is still killing each other, not to mention the selfish people in the devil's path.

"Not bad!"

"Distinguished guests will come back next time!" The pharmacy owner smiled, carefully sorted the pills into a bag, and broke it, but he couldn't afford to pay for it, these things belonged to the Mu family, and he was just a manager.

Wu Feng put away these pills and walked out of the pharmacy, the medicine was there, only the blade was missing.

Thinking about the Tang knife that broke during the battle with the silver leopard, I felt that it was a pity, and the Tang knife was used very well.

Walking on the street and listening to the hustle and bustle, it seems to have returned to the bustling city, but unfortunately, there are few places in this last day that can be so lively.

Shaking his head, he shook these distracting thoughts out of his head, asked for directions to pedestrians, and after a while, walked through East Street, and found the Divine Casting Pavilion at the end of East Street.

I thought, the name of this Shenzhu Pavilion is very good, not to mention the magnificence, at least a little façade, unexpectedly, this Shenzhu Pavilion is just a shack, yes, the shack, just like the stable, a bamboo pole hangs a flag with "God Casting", and under the flag is a roof supported by only a few woods.

In the shop, iron felt, iron furnace, fan, and quenching pool are all available, only there is no "clanging" percussion, only a lame old man sitting next to the iron felt napping.

Wu Feng looked at the lame old man who was napping with doubts, his clothes were dirty, his hair was like a chicken nest, his beard was sloppy, if it wasn't for the very thick calluses on his hands, then why did he call Huazi from the place.

"Boss!"

Approaching the old man's side, he called softly, but he didn't even open his eyes, Wu Feng pursed his lips, sank his dantian, and said in vain, "Boss!" ”

"Who?"

The lame old man sat up like a corpse, and when he saw the nasty smile on Wu Feng's face, the old man said angrily: "What a roar, Lao Tzu is not deaf!" ”

"Boss, I'll buy a knife." Wu Feng smiled, hoping that this old man was the boss.

"Knives?" The old man glanced at Wu Feng up and down, and said lazily: "Don't sell it!" ”

"Why?" Wu Feng smiled slightly, and said to the old man: "Could it be that I don't know how to respect the old and love the young?" ”

"Because there isn't!" The old man didn't say much, and fell asleep, which made Wu Feng happy.

"If you don't, just give it a fight."

"I don't want to fight! How to drop?. ”

When Wu Feng heard this, he shook his head helplessly, he was too lazy to waste time, and turned around to look elsewhere, a knife, not asking for any magic weapons, just hoping to be able to use it.

As soon as he turned around, the old man with squinting eyes saw the short knife on his waist, and the old man called out to stop Wu Feng, "Wait." ”

"What, you want to fight again?"

Turning around and smiling at the old man, he saw the old man shaking his head and hearing him say, "No, I just want to see what kind of knife you have hanging on your waist!" ”

When Wu Feng heard this, he pursed his lips and untied the short knife on his waist, anyway, it was not a treasure, so it didn't hurt for him to take a look.

The old man took the short knife, took out the holster and took a look, the short knife was one foot and two inches, engraved with the demon god, and the blade was overflowing with cold light, so that the old man could not help but admire after taking a closer look, "Good knife, ancient method, no one can make it now!" ”

"How?" Wu Feng was slightly shocked in his heart, could it be that there was something to say about this knife?

"Boy, what do you want a knife for?" The old man didn't point out anything, and only returned the short knife back to Wu Feng between changing the topic.

"Kill!"

Wu Feng saw that there was a play, and his answer was simple and clear.

"Why kill? And who did he kill? ”

"Why? Kill the enemy in self-preservation, who will you kill? Kill those who deceive me, and die to those who insult me! ”

When the old man heard this answer, he couldn't help but nod, he had three no-helps, he didn't help the cowardly people cast blades, he didn't help the gun-wielding bully weak people make blades, and he didn't help those with weapons to make blades, at this moment, he glanced at Wu Feng and asked: "Your short knife is enough for you to kill, why do you still want to buy a knife?" ”

"It's not suitable, it's not easy to kill people!" Wu Feng said truthfully, although this short is sharp, but use this knife to fight? Wu Feng would rather meet the enemy empty.

"Good!" When the old man heard this, he frowned, and said, "Use this short knife to practice the basic knife technique!" ”

As soon as Wu Feng heard it, he knew that there was a play, and he took out a short knife to practice, as the saying goes, the layman looks at the excitement, the insider looks at the doorway, as soon as Wu Feng makes a move, the old man feels awkward, Wu Feng said well, this short knife is not good at all.

When Wu Feng finished playing a set of basic knife techniques, the old man limped to the shack, took out a box filled with mud, and said to Wu Feng: "Leave the handprint, as well as your height and weight." ”

"I want Tang Dao ......" Wu Feng saw this, meaning that he wanted to tailor it for himself, and pressed his handprint into the mud with a smile.

"Tang Dao, good!" The old man smiled and said to Wu Fengyi, "Help me fan the flames, my old man will let you see what is called the Divine Casting Technique......

Wu Feng said that, like an apprentice, he helped the old man to fight, and the iron furnace was burned with charcoal, and the old man took out a rectangular black iron, threw it into the furnace and burned it for a long time, and then took it out and put it on the iron felt, raised the hammer, and shouted "Ha", and as soon as the hammer fell, it was "Dangdang ......" nine loud sounds.

One hammer and nine tones, the art of divine casting.

Wu Feng didn't understand the mystery, but saw a piece of red-hot steel repeatedly beaten under the old man's hammer, the steel was slowly forming, quenching, beating, and repeating, each hammer must have nine tones, and the sound of "clanging" echoed in the sky like a movement......