"Poison Gas Swamp?" Zhuo Bufan had heard of this place for the first time, but as soon as he heard the name, it was a place of burial that was dangerous and would lose his life if he was not careful. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"The poisonous gas swamp is similar to the misty forest, one is shrouded in fog all year round, and the other is shrouded in miasma and poisonous gas rising from under the swamp mud, only the body true qi of the mid-condensing martial artist can resist it, but the consumption of true qi is extremely great, and the mid-condensing martial artist only dares to go deep into five hundred meters, even the late condensing martial artist does not dare to penetrate into its kilometer. ”

Zhang Weijian was worried that Zhuo Bufan was young and frivolous, so he desperately broke into it: "Brother Zhuo, in my opinion, you should go to the first village in the world first." ”

"Thank you, Brother Zhang, for reminding me. ”

The deputy dart master got up, raised his wine glass, his brow suddenly furrowed, and the wine glass snapped and shattered.

"The shopkeeper, change the big bowl. ”

"Brothers, let's not get drunk today, let's drink!"

"If there is no Brother Zhuo, this dart may have been robbed by the Northwest Seven, come, let's give Brother Zhuo a cup together." ”

More than an hour later, everyone was very drunk, and the inn hall was lying in all directions.

Zhuo Bufan was also a little overwhelmed by alcohol, and returned to the room alone, and after meditating for a while, the strength of the wine was evaporated by the true qi.

Slowly pulling out the stainless steel long sword, he looked at the broken sword and muttered to himself: "For the Condensing True Rank martial artist, the ordinary long sword can no longer meet the needs, because when the true qi is injected into it, the ordinary blade can't withstand it at all, and it won't take long to break, I have to find a sword to take advantage of as soon as possible, as for the divine weapon on the drawing...... It's not easy to gather all the materials, so I'll go to the gas swamp first. ”

After a night's rest, Zhuo Bufan was rejuvenated, energetic and energetic.

The entrance to the inn.

Zhang Weijian and the deputy dart master, as well as many brothers who walked the darts, were waiting here early.

"You guys are ......" Zhuo Bufan didn't want to show off, he wanted to leave quietly.

Zhang Weijian and the deputy dart master were very reluctant: "Brother Zhuo, we will send you." ”

"Brother Zhang, you're polite. "They are all seven-foot men, and they are not hypocritical, and the farewell is very direct, but Zhuo Bufan was moved by their true feelings, and everyone has not known each other for a long time, but they have seen the enthusiasm of the heroes in the rivers and lakes, there are wine, meat and brothers, and everyone sings about wine together, and that kind of feeling can only be understood by people in temperament.

After saying goodbye to his dart brother, he went to the only blacksmith shop in town.

From afar, Zhuo Bufan heard the rhythmic, clanging, and striking sound of iron.

The blacksmith shop was not large, and a stove with hanging blades filled the entire blacksmith shop.

"Huh?"

Just by taking a look, Zhuo Bufan found that there were a lot of high-quality weapons in the small blacksmith shop.

One of the long swords was extremely conspicuous, it was the sword that Master Li had seen in Maple Leaf City, if it wasn't for the ruthlessness of killing a Huangpu halfway, this sword should be his own saber.

How could the ruthless sword of Huangpu appear here?

Zhuo Bufan had a bad feeling: "Could it be him?"

"Master, may I ask, where did you get this sword?"

"I bought it for a thousand taels of silver, what, you want it too?" The blacksmith grinned, and a very shrewd light flashed in his eyes: "If the son wants, he can take it for 100,000 taels of silver." ”

There is no treachery, no business, and it is not so.

"Childe, although I am only an ironworker, but I can still distinguish the quality of the weapon, this sword is the best choice from the casting process, or the sword itself, a rare sword, and what is even more difficult is that this sword does not have the slightest weight in the hand. The master of striking iron suddenly became extremely serious, and in an instant, a powerful coercion was released, and the cold current swept and spread in all directions, and the vigorous furnace was almost extinguished: "If I hadn't seen it for the sake of you being a person who knew swords, this sword, even if you gave me a million taels of silver, would not have sold it." ”

"Since that's the case, then the junior is not welcome. "Zhuo Bufan is not stupid, the ironsmith in front of him, who looks ordinary, is a hidden master of the rivers and lakes.

Take off the sword, and the sword is in the palm of the master's hand.

Zhuo Bufan's eyebrows were slightly raised, and he smiled: "Senior, offended." ”

In a flash, Zhuo Bufan appeared in front of his master, his hands stretched straight forward, and he took the sword on the palm of the opponent's palm. A strange scene appeared, the master's whole person seemed to be a bubble in the mirror, and it disappeared when he touched it, and he didn't feel like he touched his body at all.

"This is the ethereal gong, this is the practice of the Vulture Palace, the mystery lies in the fact that it seems to be real and not real, it seems to be virtual and not virtual, virtual and real, true and false. Zhuo Bufan blessed his mind, and smiled: "True and false are true when they are false, false and true when they are true and false, the sword of the predecessors, the younger generation laughs and accepts." ”

As he spoke, Zhuo Bufan couldn't take his eyes off it, as if he had seen through it to break the debt, smashed the Yellow Dragon, and successfully obtained the sword.

"The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, good boy, he actually broke the ethereal skill of the Vulture Palace in an instant. "The master of striking iron is really a master on the rivers and lakes.

"The seniors conceded. ”

"Stinky boy, don't come with me to this set, if you lose, you lose, don't give in or not, young people have to be a little young and frivolous, arrogant and uninhibited. ”

Zhuo Bufan smiled, he didn't dare to agree, and was about to take out the silver taels from the Qiankun bag.

The blacksmith spoke: "You can break my ethereal skill, this is enough to prove that you have the strength to have this sword, Lao Tzu, I don't lack your money." ”

"Thank you for the sword. Zhuo Bufan saluted, and then asked: "Senior, don't hide it, this sword is the property of a friend of mine, I don't know where this sword came from?

"Stinky boy, you have to say it a few times before you understand, I bought it for five hundred taels of silver. ”

"Well, senior, I remember what you just said seems to be five hundred taels. ”

The master glared at Zhuo Bufan: "I said five hundred taels will be five hundred taels." ”

"Senior ......"

"Alright, I don't have time to talk to you, get out of here, don't disturb me with my business. ”

This person has a strange temperament, so it's better not to bother, put down the 100,000 taels of money, Zhuo Bufan turned around and left: "Senior, I'm leaving." ”

Just as he turned around, the master smacked his lips and said dissatisfiedly: "The fire is not enough, I have to order something more, hey, there is." ”

Directly threw away the money tickets left by Zhuo Bufan, and there was no one left, and a flame suddenly rose in the stove, and the master laughed very proudly: "Yes, yes, that's it." ”

Zhuo Bufan felt that this person was strange again, and when he walked away, the master of ironwork bowed slightly, and looked very satisfied: "Not bad, not bad, it is a good seedling." ”