"Where do you see? where is the Valley of the Wicked, and now we are in the Broken Soul Cliff" Thirteen Niang pointed to the middle part of the two mountains in front of her.

Following her jade hope, the young man found that there were many houses in the central part of the two mountains, and at the same time, the sound of people talking was constantly coming.

"Isn't this Valley of the Wicked steep, how did you arrive so quickly?" Ye Xingchen asked in surprise. After all, before coming, many people said that the terrain of the Valley of the Wicked was too dangerous and difficult to enter, why did Thirteen Niang lead him to see it so quickly, it seemed very simple, and it was not as exaggerated as rumored.

Thirteen Niang stroked her hair and said with a smile, "That's from the outside world, and the people in the valley will lead the way, so it's naturally fast, otherwise do you think my Tongxin Sect is a vegetarian?" The young man suddenly smiled, and said, "Thank you, Aunt Thirteen" I had seen the young Huang Feihong when I was in the secular plane before, anyway, the title of Thirteen Niang is similar to that of Thirteen Aunts, so I directly called Thirteen Niang as Thirteen Aunts.

But Thirteen Niang doesn't seem to buy it. The pretty face showed a thin and angry color, and the jade hand rolled up his sleeves, and he was about to hit the young man and said, "Stinky boy, what are you calling me? Auntie, do you have the ability to shout again, try again" The young man scratched his head and quickly dodged, but how could the palm of the Thirteen Niang Yuan Infant Cultivation be something he could dodge in this foundation building period?

"Smack" sturdy palm hit Ye Xingchen's head. At the same time, a reaction force made Thirteen Niang's palms a little sore.

After Thirteen Niang's beautiful eyes flashed slightly, she said in surprise, "Stinky boy, why is your head so hard?" Normally, in addition to physical cultivation, a monk who is only cultivating in the foundation building period will not have such a hard head at all. Although he didn't use much force in this palm, he still slammed a Qi cultivator to death.

The young man touched his head, and after finding that it was not as painful as he imagined, he said, "Of course, I am a physical cultivator." It's hard everywhere on the body. After speaking, he saw that Thirteen Niang's face was flushed, and she was a little embarrassed. smiled secretly at the moment, this hit was not in vain. I have to say that Thirteen Niang's shy appearance has a different charm than Wen Ziwei Ling'er, a bit like Zhang Chunhua, the dean of the Taoist Academy.

At this time, not far away, the sound of rustling walking was heard.

Ye Xingchen looked in the direction where the sound of walking came. His brows furrowed slightly, and he muttered, "Could it be that the butcher moved the rescuers?" Thirteen Niang suddenly sneered and shook her head and said, "Impossible, he doesn't dare to come, but the next time he comes, he may be a strong man from the Holy Spirit Gate." Thirteen Niang showed a look of jealousy on her face and said worriedly. For the strong people who are three or four small realms higher than her, she really has no heart to resist, if it weren't for the overwhelming intelligence network over the years, and no wind and grass would have been able to hide her, I'm afraid she would have been a confinement for others. You must know that cultivators have good and evil, and most cultivators are close to women, not everyone is not close to women like old smokers, after all, that idiot can still appreciate women.

Rustling, footsteps getting closer. A vague figure slowly appeared.

When the figure walked in, Ye Xingchen and the three of them finally saw the person's appearance clearly. A young man, dressed in an ink shirt with a disheveled head, wearing an eye patch in one eye, dressed in shabby clothes, and carrying a knife in one hand. To be precise, it is a shabby and unsheathed knife. The man was holding a leaf in his mouth and looked Ye Xingchen up and down arrogantly.

Mimi looked at the knife thoughtfully. And the knife that Ye Xingchen was looking at narrowed slightly.

The knife was interesting, it looked worn, with holes in the handle and a badly worn scabbard. But I don't know why this knife is a knife with a strange black gas in Ye Xingchen's eyes.

Seeing that Ye Xingchen seemed to be a little interested in this broken knife. The young man in the ink shirt walked between Ye Xingchen and Mimi, grinned and shouted, "Sell the knife! Sell the knife!" This was just said to the former. Directly ignore the beauty of Thirteen Niang.

"Hmph, it's shameless to take out a broken knife and sell it" Thirteen Niang, who was ignored, snorted coldly. The young man in the ink shirt had a straight face, and said lightly, "The knife is only sold to people who are destined, and it is a broken knife or a good knife, but what you said doesn't count." Then he raised his eyebrows at the boy and the boy, hinting at the two.

He knocked his head suddenly, and said to Ye Xingchen, "Master Ye, a poor monk and a monk, don't use a knife, I'm afraid this knife is related to you." Ye Xingchen smiled in surprise and said, "What do you say?" Fool's face twitched, this stinky boy, explained, "This seller donor said that knives are only sold for those who are destined, and the thirteen female donors have no fate, and I don't use swords in Buddhism, and you are the only one left at the moment, so naturally it is only with you." ”

The young man in the ink shirt nodded and smiled, "It's still this monk who has vision, how about it?" Young man, do you want to buy it?" Ye Xingchen hesitated for a while and said, "Show me, I'll decide." "I've never seen this blade, so how do you decide whether to buy it or not? The face of the young man in the ink shirt immediately changed, and he snorted coldly, "If you want to touch it, you can touch it, two hundred yuan once." ”

"What? Look at the broken knife and cost two hundred yuan? You're too dark-hearted, aren't you?" When I go to the store to buy something, which product is not to be seen first and then purchased, why should I be charged for it?

Ye Xingchen pursed his lips, frowned and said secretly, "This person is a little weird, where to buy things, it depends on the reason that you need to pay an extra fee." Then he asked, "How do I know if the knife on your shoulder is good or bad?"

As soon as these words came out, the young man in the ink shirt immediately jumped up and said angrily, "Stinky boy, do you want to fight!" Dare to insult me, I said that this knife is a good knife, it is a good knife, if you insult the knife again, I will fight with you!" But if it's a good knife, it's normal for him to be so aggressive.

Is it true or false?

Idiot Mi looked at the reflection of the young man in the ink shirt, and said to Ye Xingchen, "You might as well take a look, you can see the truth after two hundred wen once." Ye Xingchen snorted coldly, "It's not that you pay for it, you must have instigated me to spend money to see the knife, you stinky apprentice is very bad." The idiot's face was blue and white for a while, and he smiled bitterly, "You are such a tyrant, are you reluctant to pay two hundred dollars?"

For the first time, he was called a local tyrant. For the first time since I grew that big. It is impossible to say that Ye Xingchen has no vanity. His age is there. After a brief hesitation, he said to the young man in the ink shirt, "What's your name?" ”

Watermelon.

Except for the watermelon, the corners of the mouths twitched. I've never seen anyone named after a fruit.

"Hehe" Ye Xingchen forcibly held back a smile, gave a thumbs up and praised "good name", and then stretched out his hand to signal the watermelon to give him the knife. Watermelon looked embarrassed and handed the knife over. "Poof" Thirteen Niang couldn't help laughing.

After taking the knife, the knife began to tremble as if it were psychic.

Ye Xingchen's brows slowly furrowed.

"This knife seems to have some doorway. ”

This worn-out knife seems to be unsharpened. The knife that looks so silent actually gives people a sense of forbearance. Looking closely at the handle and scabbard, I suddenly felt like I was being fooled.

The handle of the knife was tattered and tattered, and the scabbard was pitted.

"Porcelain" The young man suddenly pulled out the knife. At this moment, a cold light flashed across everyone's cheeks. Several people couldn't help but be surprised.

Why does this knife make people feel cold in their necks when they are pulled out?

The knife pattern depicted the runes that Ye Xingchen couldn't understand at all, densely packed. The tip of the knife has a small arc bend.

The whole knife was constantly emitting black gas at this time, and it seemed that many undead were whistling.

The corners of the boy's mouth twitched, "This knife seems to be really good." "With a wave of his hand.

There was a low roar, and the invisible black qi quickly slashed towards the back of the young man in the ink shirt. This sudden attack made the young man scold coldly, and then quickly dodged. I saw that after a short period of black gas, it slashed directly on the opposite cliff.

Throat. The low, powerful sound of collision resounded through the valley.

The cliff that was casually slashed by Ye Xingchen suddenly produced a long knife mark. A lot of rubble fell to the bottom of the mountain.

The scars were smooth and flat. The depth is surprisingly the same.

"Good knife!" said Idiot. Thirteen Niang blushed and also bowed her head to express her agreement, just now said that this knife was a broken knife that made her slap in the face.

After seeing their expressions, Ye Xingchen smiled lightly and held the knife in front of his chest, and re-examined the knife from head to toe. Although he is not an expert, he also wants to take a good look at this knife.

Looking at the knife pattern, he asked, "Does this knife have a name?" If not, he would definitely directly take a good name similar to the Snow Drink Crazy Knife, which is domineering and graceful.

But then the watermelon's words made him a little distracted and silent in the knife,

Watermelon pursed his lips and replied, "The name of the knife is Red Soul"

"Red Soul, Red Soul" Ye Xingchen kept muttering the name of the sword.

At the same time, his mind flashed back to the era of war and chaos, and there was a long-haired man standing outside the vast desert city, dressed in a white shirt and holding the Red Soul Sword in one hand. And on the opposite side of the man were a mighty line of soldiers. In the next second, the man looked back and smiled at Ye Xingchen in his mind.

Ye Xingchen suddenly felt excited, and his scalp was slightly numb. "It's not a good knife, it's a good evil knife!" Watermelon nodded with satisfaction and said, "It seems that you are really destined for it." How about buying it?"

The young consciousness entered the storage ring to see how much he had saved. Counting back and forth, there are only 10,000 yuan. Tentatively asked, "How many?"

"A total of 20,000 yuan. Watermelon blurted out the price.

This time, it was Ye Xingchen's turn to jump, "What! Twenty thousand wen! Why don't you grab it?"

Watermelon grinned and said, "You pay half of the deposit first, and use it first." Half a year later, the Valley of the Wicked will unify me and come to collect the rest of the fees. Before Ye Xingchen could answer, his eyes widened, and he said in astonishment, "Are you a knife man on credit?" Hearing the title of knife man on credit, Thirteen Niang unconsciously looked surprised.

Ye Xingchen said, "What is the credit knife man, and half a year later, the Valley of the Wicked Man will be unified, how do you know?"

Could this watermelon really be a watermelon?

"You don't have to worry about this, do you want to buy it?"