The bandits said one by one, and everyone said that it didn't matter.

Actually, it's no wonder.

Originally, these bandits were living a life of insecurity.

Now when I hear that I can become stronger, my first thought is: this is really great!

Stronger = More Wine = More Women = More Food = Superior Person.

A string of formulas appeared in their heads.

No one will refuse, everyone agrees.

Mir also told them as he wished, and began to teach them cultivation one by one that night, so as not to make mistakes along the way.

That's an external skill.

It was a change from the immortal cultivation technique he had once obtained from someone in the Demon Dao.

The name is very simple, it is called Blood Practice.

This immortal cultivation method originally relied on the blood and qi of others to cultivate, and in addition to requiring a large number of living people to accelerate one's own cultivation, the impact on oneself was actually minimal.

can be adapted by him, a book of immortal cultivation exercises, which has become a secular foreign skill, and it has also made sacrificing others become sacrificing oneself.

Consuming blood and qi is the core of the exercise.

When a person loses his flesh, his body declines, gradually ages, or even dies.

That's why he said that the more he cultivated, the faster he would die.

Fortunately, these bandits don't care.

Otherwise, at this stage, these people suddenly "disappeared" into the territory, which is a bit troublesome.

The night passed quietly.

Early the next morning.

The cold spring breeze blew, carrying a green leaf, which made an arc in the air, spun in a circle, and finally fell to the ground.

A handsome man dressed in rich black stepped over the leaves.

He had a wooden sword in his hand.

Next to her stood a beautiful maid.

The maid looked at the man in front of her, holding the wooden sword in her hand, her body seemed to be boneless, moving with the wind, and the leaves falling from the height were pulled one after another, gathering and winding towards the wooden sword in his hand.

With a tremor in the man's hands.

Airplanes!

A soft whistle rang out.

With a bang, a large tree in front of him was pierced by the wooden sword.

"No, I can't. ”

Release your hand.

The wooden sword shattered into pieces and fell to the ground.

"Sure enough, you still need a sturdy sword. ”

"Master, what was that trick just now? so handsome, can I learn it?" Valerie walked over, her eyes lit up.

Mir shook his head and said, "It's not appropriate for you to learn the long sword now. You must know that the trick "Earthquake Wind Break" just now, I studied it for five years, and it took another three years to completely control it. ”

Five years and three years?

"But I've seen my master practice it once!" Valerie murmured quietly.

"What did you say?"

"No!

Mir nodded, and asked Valery to hand him a wooden sword.

Wooden sword, he made people do a lot.

Another day has passed.

At noon the next day, some impatient Mir went to the smith's weapon forging shop.

Today he had just stepped into the store with Valerie and Mamagie.

A resentful gaze looked at him.

Mir looked over and saw that it was Seira.

"Long time no see. Mir said hello habitually.

"Humph!"

Saira puffed out her face and turned her cheeks sideways, as if she didn't want to look at him.

Got a story?

Valerie and Mamagee, who were staying by Mir's side, instantly had those three words in their heads.

Valerie: 'It's annoying!' Why does the owner always attract some strange women lately?!!!

Ma Magi: 'What do you want to eat at noon?' It seems good to get a chicken roast to eat, but I've gotten tired of chicken lately, why don't you get some pork to eat?'

When they were shaking.

I don't know what Mir did, just now Sera looked like she hated him, and now she actually ran into his arms!

"What are you doing!!" Valery's eyes turned red and she was jealous.

"Hmm~"

Sila lay in Mir's arms, feeling the cold feeling, squinting her eyes comfortably, completely ignoring her.

"Hey!" the man who spoke was Geeffe, and as soon as he entered, he saw a few more figures in the house, but this was not the point, the point was that his good daughter was actually being held in her arms!

"You kid, what do you want to do to my daughter?!!"

The man turned his head, and a face no less than a woman appeared in his eyes.

"Oh... It's you. Jephif had an impression of Mir, "But even if that's the case, you can't just hold my daughter!"

Mir laughed, reached out and touched the little head in his arms: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, she's so cute, I can't help but ......"

Lovely?

Saila's little face quickly flushed, red to the base of her ears.

Valerie, on the other hand, couldn't bear it at all, and pounced directly, and said with tears in her eyes: "Master, am I not cute?"

"Of course, you're lovely too. ”

"What about me?"

A few people messed around for a while.

Geffaf brought over two long wooden boxes that had been placed in the corners.

"Come, see. ”

Inside were two slender long swords.

There is almost no difference between the two longswords in appearance.

The scabbard is black and red as a whole, and the incomprehensible red pattern is tattooed on it, which seems to have some special meaning in it.

The hilt of the sword is tightly wrapped in a strip of red cloth, and the high unevenness hidden underneath the tight strip of cloth can be seen, which is easy to grasp and force.

Reach out and pull it out.

Zheng!

A white light came into view.

The body of the sword is silvery-white.

The sword is two fingers wide and one finger thick, and the length is ...... Holding the sword, the arm is perpendicular to the thigh, the tip of the sword is upward, and the length of the sword is just the same as his height, which is the most suitable length for him.

"Hmm~ Looks good. Mir said this, and saw the bread on the table.

Geefif noticed Mir's gaze and thought he wanted to try it, but this time, he looked so confident that he didn't even want to stop it.

Hum!

This time, the sword was specially made by me, and it was no less hard than Sera's bread!

Tested it a little.

There is almost no difference between the two.

"Both of these swords are good, but I remember that you and Sierra should make one each, what about Serra?" Mir wondered.

"Saila can't do it, why don't you just use these two long swords?"

"No, let me see it. ”

"This ......"

"I suppose you'd like me to see the bread you've made, too?" said Mir, looking down at the figure in his arms.

Jefalf thought to himself, 'Just kidding, my daughter told me not to show you, and you asked her, hum. ’

"Hmm. Who knew that Saira actually replied in a red face and whispered.

"......" Geeff felt a deep sense of malice.

If the parties agree, what else can he say.

He immediately took out a simple wooden box from under the bed.

As soon as it opens.

A brown wooden sword appeared in the eye.

The wooden sword was rudimentary, straight and long, with no gauntlets, and looked like a piece of wood, but it was slashed through the sides with a knife and finally became a long sword.

Mir hadn't forgotten that Seyla had said that she would only make bread, so when he saw the sword, he was not surprised at how simple it was, but "This is bread too?"

"Hmm," Sera nodded slightly.

"Let me try this hardness. ”

Mill patted Seira's little head and motioned for her to come out of her arms.

When Sela came down, he held his sword in both hands, ready to collide with each other to see who was stronger.

Geffaf on one side quietly grabbed Seira.

"My good daughter, tell me honestly, that bread is the same hardness as you usually do, right?"

If, under this impact, his sword breaks and there is a gap, then he ...... What a shame to throw home!

But Seila shook her head at Geff's desperate gaze.

"Dad, you are really, how can it be that the people who give things to the guests are at the same level as our ordinary food. ”

As soon as her words fell.

Click!

A cracking sound came.

Jefalf hurriedly looked back: "No, it's not!"

His hunch was right.

The sword made by Geffaf was cut directly under the bread made by Serra, broken into two sections.

"Looks like it's really the bread you made that is better than Sera!" Mir casually let go of the sword and decided to use the bread made by Sera.

Behind him, Valerie and Mamaji, who heard that it was bread, were shocked.

They thought it was made of wood.

The result is not only to chop steel, but also to use ingredients or ordinary bread?

"How did you do that......" Mamaji couldn't help but mutter.

But no one answered her doubts.

At this time, Jeff was looking surprised: "What?!, you want to make another batch of these long swords?!!

"Yes, I have some of my men who need weapons, you can build them. Mill nodded.

"Don't you let Cella's bread?" said Geffaf in surprise.

"Oh, it doesn't have to be. For them, you've made the best sword, and... I need you to promise me one thing. ”

"What's the matter?"

"I'll give you forty gold coins, and promise me that in four years, you won't let Sera make bread and give it to anyone else?"

This is selfish.

Who would be too wary of something that looks like a wooden sword?

So, Mir didn't want anyone else to use this weapon besides him.

On the other hand, what drove him to do this act was......

He has money, it doesn't matter.

Jeffaf seemed to understand what Mir meant, and said, "No problem. ”

Only the three women present did not understand the meaning of his actions.

"By the way, this... What's the name of the bread?" asked Mir, turning his head.

"Wheel Tower. Although Sera was small, she also knew that Mir added the word bread at the end to make her feel better, and she couldn't help but feel a little moved.

Getting the name of the bread, Mir nodded: "The name of the wheel tower is very nice. ”

"Well, then, we're leaving, and you're going to have to work hard to make harder bread. ”

"Hmm!"

Mir went back.

The first thing to do was to ask Mamagee to take the money in the room, and then go to Jeffif to pay for the 17 swords and the money to "buy" Sera.