The little old man's eyes flashed, and he couldn't imagine that this treasure was the divine weapon that gave countless top martial artists a headache, the Beidi Cold Knife.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were full of flowers.

I saw the figure of the little old man and stood in front of Wang Bei.

Even if Wang Bei's height is not obvious, he is still half a head taller than this little old man, which suddenly makes people feel like two brothers, one big and one young.

However, the little old man was pinching Wang Bei's flesh a little inappropriately at the moment, knocking and beating like iron, and his wrinkled old face was full of surprise: "It's really strange, obviously there are not a few taels of meat, how can you get so much strength..."

Wang Bei was originally in a good mood, but his face turned black into the bottom of the pot in an instant.

A wave of irritability welled up in my heart.

Reach out and grab the little old man.

Suddenly, the corners of the little old man's mouth flashed with a sneer, "Can I let you catch it, am I still worthy of the title of the first swordsmith of the Imperial Academy, why don't you go to the street to sell sandals?"

The legs and feet stood still, but a terrifying power gushed out from the depths of the soul.

The sword-casting room suddenly seemed to have suffered a prehistoric storm, the entire space instantly froze, and a look of horror welled up on the faces of all the swordsmiths, and suddenly they felt that the sword-casting hall that should have been in full swing seemed to have turned into a freezing cold and snow-like cold, and everyone's souls couldn't help but tremble.

"What a lot of courage!"

"Master's courage and cultivation have improved again, and with my courage, I can't resist this coercion!"

"Oh no, I'm afraid something is going to happen to that young man!"

It swept through the room like a raging storm.

The effects on everyone varied, some fell to the ground and dizzy, some struggled to resist, and some had nausea and headaches, but all kinds of manifestations symbolized the terror of the little old man's domineering courage and coercion.

"Huh?"

But suddenly, the little old man was picked up like a chicken, and his face was stunned for a moment.

"You little old man, what are you doing, knocking on your sister, when I am a wooden stake!"

Wang Bei rebuked angrily, and when he spoke, he still swayed the little old man's body from time to time, spinning in circles like a spinning top.

It's like a toy.

The little old man who was awakened suddenly bared his teeth and made a gesture of a beast trying to eat people.

This aroused Wang Bei's rebellious psychology even more.

Bang Dang!

The cold knife in his hand fell to the ground.

A chill that was cold to the heart came out.

If the pressure of the little old man's strength just now was the coldness of the soul, the chill this time was the coldness of the body.

One mile and one outside, it immediately abused everyone in the room.

The little old man also felt a bitter cold.

But before he could gather the strength to resist, a slap blinded him.

"You, you..."

"What are you, you stinky old man who is not ashamed!"

Under the sudden change in Wang Bei's eyes, he didn't even have the slightest idea of hiding his power, but when he thought about it, the old man in front of him was just a scoundrel, and he didn't see how powerful he was.

In this case, what else does Wang Bei need to worry about?

Bang Bang Bang!

Suddenly, another series of big slaps went down, completely beating the little old man.

However, Wang Bei didn't notice the expressions of everyone.

They all stared at the almost impossible scene in front of them.

What did they see, the master who was known as the first swordsmith of the Imperial Academy was actually being taught by a teenager like a child, who could believe this!

Delusion, it must be an illusion!

However, there were many swordsmiths who had been forced by the little old man's obscenity before, but their eyes were a little surprised.

Including the old taro who was bullied out of the shadow by the little old man, he was also full of excitement at the moment, as if he had seen some peerless treasure, and even the icy chill forgot to resist it.

"Hehe, finally someone can cure this old guy!"

"Hit hard, hit hard, yo, it doesn't hurt enough now, come to the right..."

That crazy appearance caused many people around him to stay away from him, as if they were afraid that they would suffer from some kind of madness like him.

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After a dozen consecutive slaps.

Wang Bei's mood finally improved a little, and he looked at the little old man with a blue nose and swollen face and a dizzy face in his hand, and suddenly felt a burst of happiness.

Forget it, look at you pitiful, spare you.

As soon as his arm was loosened, he let the little old man lie down on the ground.

"Shao, Shaoxia, can you pick up the cold knife?"

After Mei Gu, who was stimulated by this scene, and the influence of these cold air, his tone towards Wang Bei also changed completely.

In an instant, it became extremely revered.

For fear that Wang Bei would be angry, he dealt with him like a little old man.

Although they are all a group of scumbags with no combat power, no matter how you say it, he is not as good as the little old man, a sword-forging master.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot, hehe. ”

Wang Bei patted his head before he remembered, and said with some embarrassment.

But Meigu waved her hands vigorously, looking completely out of the way, trying her best to show that she would not make Wang Bei, the plague god, have the slightest unhappy thoughts.

Although Wang Bei was a little confused, he quickly picked up the cold knife that was too sharp, and half of the tip of the knife was inserted into the ground.

The cold air was withdrawn in an instant.

The sword-forging room regained its original gentle, comfortable and fiery feeling.

The swordsmiths who had returned to normalcy had their old faces wrinkled into chrysanthemums, and they all welcomed Wang Bei into the living room where they received guests every day with a smile, but their footsteps were far away from Wang Bei, as if he was some kind of man-eating monster.

Isn't the one who dares to teach the swordsmith who has always been respected by people like this a man-eating monster?

The weirdness in Wang Bei's heart is extremely strong.

Didn't I just let you eat a cold meal, as for being so scared?

Some speechlessly pouted, Wang Bei sat in the living room and waited.

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"Oh, just force the cold qi into the Li Qing sword, expand the cold power and force the fire qi out of the sword body. ”

After he was free, he began to deal with the problem of Li Qingjian.

The solution became much simpler after Wang Bei obtained the Northland Cold Knife.

He only needed to follow a secret method of sword casting called "Eight Methods of Chopping Qi" by Meigu and other swordsmiths, and continuously instilled the cold qi in the cold knife into the corresponding parts of the fire spot of the Li Qing Sword.

However, since the fire spots are rooted in the depths of the sword body and the number of spots is large, it will take a long time to force out the fire qi little by little.

Although it took a long time, it actually took more than three hours.

Looking at the sword body that had returned to pure cyan color, the swordsmiths suddenly left happily, and even Wang Bei, a hero, ignored it completely.

Fortunately, there are still one or two people there.

"Master Meigu, this matter of the powerful green sword is over, and it should be my business. Wang Bei said excitedly.

"Uh-huh, okay, eh, what are you going to do?" Meigu's face was also full of joy at this time, but suddenly, his expression was stunned, but he couldn't remember why Wang Bei came.

"Uh... I'm asking you to forge a knife for me, something like this. ”

As he spoke, Wang Bei took out a thin sheet of paper from his arms, on which the knife shape of a knife was drawn in more detail, and there were more text details annotated next to it.

After Mei Gu turned the paper, he looked at it for a while and said, "Well, the shape of this knife is quite peculiar, but it is not troublesome to make, what level of blade do you want to create?"

Wang Bei was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head a little embarrassed, and said, "This, Master Meigu, I don't know what level of blades can be cast, can you explain?"

"This is nothing, if the students of the basic junior academy make weapons, we generally recommend blue one-star to nine-star blades, and no matter how high the blade is, it is not suitable, because the power of the weapon that can be exerted by insufficient combat power is extremely limited, but the blue star is different, first, you can quickly reach the corresponding level, and secondly, the reduction of power is not too high. Umetani's explanation is quite detailed.

"Then the blue eight-star one. Wang Bei thought that although he was not cultivating quickly, how could he say that he had used this knife for a long time, and the quality could not be bad at least.

"Oh good, a total of 567 resource points are needed. ”

Mei Gu's sudden words made Wang Bei stunned, and he twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "Resources, resource points?"

"Isn't the resource point enough, then it's okay to use general-purpose coins, the exchange rate of 1:100 probably requires more than 50,000 general-purpose coins, and if it is made of elemental concentrate, the cost will be twenty-five percent more expensive. Umeya frowned, but quickly accepted.

"Eh, Master Meigu, what if I don't have any?" Wang Bei said with some embarrassment in an instant, he was full of enthusiasm and came to the Sword Casting Hall with great ambitions, but he ignored it, he was a poor ghost at all, and if he didn't have money, how could anyone build an expensive Evil Destroying Blade for him.

Mei Gu was stunned for a while, he touched his white beard, and said with some embarrassment: "This, Wang Shaoxia, you have done us a great favor in the Sword Casting Hall, we shouldn't have collected your money, but this labor fee can be saved, but this material cost is from the Imperial Academy, and you can't save it." ”

"Materials?"

Just when Meigu was quite embarrassed, Wang Bei thought of something when he heard the word material, so he asked: "Then Master Meigu, if it is a transformation, will there be any cost?"

"Transformation?" Mei Gu repeated with some surprise, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Transformation is not costly, and as long as the raw materials are suitable, you can basically create quite a good blade, but it is uncertain whether this form is similar or not." ”

Hearing this, Wang Bei immediately depicted the general form of the Demon Spirit Sword.

After some corroboration.

The shape of this black knife actually matched this demon sword very well.

It's no wonder that from the moment he got this black knife technique, Wang Bei felt that the shape of the blade depicted was a little familiar, and it actually fit with the sword of the demon spirit with the curved blade.

You don't have to pay a lot of money to create a black knife for black knife art.

This made Wang Bei feel extremely excited.

"However, if Wang Shaoxia wants to use this Demon Spirit Blade, then after the transformation, the sword spirit of this Demon Spirit Blade is likely to be silent for a long time. Mei Gu's face was not all joy, and he instantly pointed out the defects after the transformation.

"Silence, will that disappear?" Wang Bei suddenly felt a little unbearable.

"It doesn't disappear, the spirit body of the Demon Spirit Blade has a strong adaptability, after the blade shape is modified, it takes a long time for the spirit body to adapt to the new state, so there will be silence, but it will basically not affect the texture and attributes of the blade. Umeya explained.

Hearing this, Wang Bei's heart was hanging, and then he let go, and said with a calm smile: "Okay, then that's it, I will ask Master Meigu to help me transform the sword body." ”

"Well, you're welcome, you can come with me and go through some formalities. ”

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