Knife!

The first of the nine shorts is not as powerful as a sword, nor is it as powerful as a halberd.

But it is about the land cutting rhino leather, the water breaking the dragon boat, the light blow floating, the blade is not sluggish, the domineering but not powerful, the edge is not sharp!

If you have a knife in your hand, you can achieve this, you can be called a sect.

But it is a bit far to talk about the ancestors of the ancestors, in the northwest of this Liang country, the monks are good at using short horizontal knives, among which Mao Zhenhuang and Zhai Laoliu are good hands in this way.

Without him!

A sword for a lifetime, a sword for three months.

In this chaotic place, it can quickly become a craft of killing and protecting the enemy in three months, which makes the heavy sword worse than the heavy sword.

And now, our Mao Dazhen has a very good knife in his hand.

This knife is three feet long!

The whole body is pitch black, carved wrong patterns, and the blade is decorated with smooth lines of wrong gold vortex patterns and ghosts worshipping the mountain, and there is an inscription on it.

Shuo said: Receiving the law from the void of Baoqing, with the Qi of the fire, the pottery of the five essences, with the wait of Luo Xu, the sum of the souls and ghosts, is completed, and the name is crowned!

Mao Zhenhuang was holding the pitch-black ghost knife in his big tent, but he was drooling.

Love it so much!

"Mao Fat Man, I know that you have a good knife, but as for holding it for three days and three nights without sleeping, Harazi is all over the ground?"

Zhai Lao Liu knocked the mud on the cloth shoes on the edge, and looked up at Mao Zhenhuang, with a look of disdain.

He has seen a lot of knives, but a knife that has been curled up has been discounted, no matter how good it is.

"If you know a ball, you know that you care about the Xuanyang Jingguang of the three melons and two dates, and you don't know that there are some things that Xuanjing can not buy in this world at all. ”

Mao Zhenhuang stroked the blade of this knife named Guandu, like a hungry wolf caressing the body of a twenty-eight girl, it is to pity and pity, even if the blade is curled!

"Heh, Gua Wazi is young and has never seen the world, if you are holding a sword of the Mixed Yuan Sword Sect, maybe I am still envious and envious of the bald man, and just a soul sacrifice knife of the Six Palaces, not to mention that he is a powerful treasure above the Sixth Transformation Demon Fetus, or the battle treasure of the Northern Yin Emperor of the Six Palaces, I will not take a look. ”

"Cut!"

Mao Zhenhuang directly snorted coldly after listening to this old man's words, according to his meaning, it can be understood as the word "jealousy", it is estimated that he can't eat swan meat, saying that swan meat is sour, a truth.

"Don't be disdainful! The refining of the six palaces magic weapons hurts the heavens and harmony, and most of the attributes are yin, how much can you exert the power of this knife if you are a cultivator of the Lou Sect "Cangyuan Shangzhen"?

If you are not afraid to hit you, if you belong to the five elements, if you are successful in building the foundation, you may be able to hit the power of this knife in thirty percent, and now you, the sevenfold life level, in addition to the five elements of the earth, this knife is in your hand...... Tsk!"

When Zhai Lao Liu buckled his feet, he didn't forget to put it on the tip of his nose and smell it.

Not only did the actions disgust Mao Zhenhuang, but even the words made him sick enough.

"Thief bald! Sincere demolition of the stage is not, can't you make me happy for a few days?"

After listening to Zhai Lao Liu's words, Mao Zhenhuang, who had used the pitch-black war knife as a treasure for three days, instantly lost half of his interest in this thing.

Zhai Bald did pour a basin of cold water, but it is also a fact, his small strength is not to play with this Jindan powerful weapon, it is delusional!

The mind is not the right way, and the attributes of oneself are not the right way.

The knife is a good knife, but in his hand, it is estimated that it is a little "harder" than the steel short horizontal knife he usually uses.

Zhai Lao Liu looked at Mao Zhenhuang's pee-holding bun face, and said with a burst of laughter: "Alas! When people are old, they can't see young people proud, no way, haha~~~"

"Die, you old scourge! Why didn't you let Ming Chen's person who was guilty of the Wucheng Heavenly Palace be slashed to death. ”

With a loud scolding, Mao Zhenhuang easily passed the wrong silver wine gourd on his waist and smashed it towards the old face that was underbeaten.

Zhai Lao Liu squinted his eyes and copied it, how could he let him smash his face full of blue, and after unscrewing it, he greedily poured three mouthfuls, and "praised" while drinking: "Not bad, not bad, as light as horse urine!"

Mao Zhenhuang slaughtered this old man's heart, but his skills were not as good as others, so he could only roll his eyes and say: "Some are good to drink, and they are also fat and thin." ”

"Hehe, thank you for your horse pee, although it is a little lighter, but it also has three points of alcohol, just relying on this strength, grandpa can gamble all night with red eyes and leave. ”

Throwing the blackened wine gourd to Mao Zhenhuang, who was sitting on the big thorn plate, Zhai Lao Liu put the broken shoes on his feet and stepped out of the tent.

One step and three times, very chic.

In the northwest of the Great Liang where a person died, there was still a little smoke and fire in that place at this time.

And he Zhai Lao is old, but he loves to join in this fun!

"Thief bald! I wish you to put all the coffins into it. ”

Taking over his gourd, Mao Zhenhuang scolded Zhai Lao Liu who walked to the door.

"Oh yes! When you talk about the coffin, I remembered, do you sell this knife?

Zhai Lao Liu didn't care at all when he heard the fat man's scolding, he was about to step out of the camp, but after listening to his words, Huo Ran paused, turned around and smiled at him.

"Get out, bald donkey, your magic weapon in the Jindan period is worth the price of a hundred Xuanyang crystal cabbage?"

After yelling, Mao Zhenhuang grabbed something by his side and wanted to smash it towards the old man, but after groping twice, except for a knife and a wine gourd, the poor man was left with a broken mattress under his buttocks.

It is impossible to throw a knife, and it is impossible to throw a wine gourd once, and if you have done the thing of beating a dog with a meat bun, how can you do it a second time.

Zhai Lao Liu looked at Mao Zhenhuang, who was already on the verge of rage, and pressed his hand on him and said: "Gua Wazi, don't be annoyed! The magic weapon of the Jindan period is right, this object can be worth a thousand Xuanjing in the capital of Liang Kingdom, and in the Jin Kingdom where the land of the Six Palaces is located, it is possible to say that it is tens of thousands of Xuanyang Crystals, but in our northwest land, the bald man I will give you a high price."

You don't want to think about how many seeds can there be in the pockets of these poor people? Those who can take out ten Xuanjing are rich people!

And don't talk about the Jin Kingdom, I haven't been to the bald man, and you are probably rotten in the northwest with me in your life, and we can't go back to the capital of Daliang.

How to sell or not?"

Mao Zhenhuang looked at his underbeaten face hatefully, grinding his teeth fiercely and said, "I'm talking about it once, don't sell it!"

"Bald, I took out the coffin book, I really don't sell it? ”

Zhai Lao Liu's cloudy eyes were a little disappointed, and he couldn't help but say again to the fat man.

"I'd like to try this knife!"

"If you don't sell it, you won't sell it, and you won't be so angry. ”

Zhai Lao Liu looked at the dazzling war knife that he kneaded and dared to stay longer, turned around and slipped out of the tent.

Buying and selling is not done in a day.

Just because you can't do it today doesn't mean you can't do it in the future.

When young people reach the seven-eighth life level, there is no one who does not want to step into the foundation in a hurry, and every step forward, what is needed is not only understanding.

Of course, there is also that large amount of Xuanyang Crystal!

So he Zhai Lao Liu is not in a hurry at all.

I was not in a hurry to leave, and when I was leaving, I sang that part to someone.

It is also worth reminding!

"The sage said it well~ah~~~

Xuanyang is shining, radiating the ten directions!

Scatter the show of Qiongying, and put the auspiciousness of Yurui.

The upper part is the Qiangang, and the lower part is covered with Kun Rou.

Restore the pivot of ten thousand transformations and mediate the handle of a thousand machines.

Things do not come into being without this, and God does not live without this.

Lingzi is so wonderful!Yu is all over the five directions~~~"

Bang!

When Zhai Lao Liu's singing rose, the word "ya" just fell, and he suddenly felt that the oily and shiny brain door was a pain, and the eyes of the synopses were black.

"Which melon baby is so short-sighted! Don't look at your Grandpa Zhai, who can hit anyone?"

Zhai Laoliu, who was hit by Venus, opened his mouth and scolded before he opened his eyes.

The good mood of the night was instantly knocked away, and the anger rushed to the bright brain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Immortal Master, you see I'm walking in the middle of the road......"

A tall figure struggled with one hand to support the dizzy Zhai Lao Liu, while trying his best to explain.

"I said you're looking for ...... Watch out next time!"

Zhai Laoliu, who was half-open, wanted to scold two sentences in his mouth, but when he spit out half of the swear words, he changed his mouth in an instant.

There is no other reason, although Zhai Laoliu's eyes are cloudy, but God is not cloudy!

This person was originally supposed to be a strong man, with a purple and gold helmet in his hair, a soap robe, and blue brocade iron armor, and his attire was at least a lieutenant-level figure.

But at this time, the purple and gold helmet that wanted to match the embroidered brocade armor had long been gone, and the whole head was wrapped in a gauze belt like a pig's head, and there was even more red blood seeping, and the green brocade iron armor was even more scaly and mutilated, where was there still a half-point heroic martial arts of a captain of the Great Liang.

And this is not enough to make Zhai Daxian Shi change his words, the reason why he changed his words is that this person only has half of his arms left, and only one of his legs left.

"Yes, yes, Immortal Master Zhai, I still hope for you old Haihan. ”

The crippled man with a wooden cane nodded bitterly at Zhai Lao Liu.

"Let's go! The old man is fine, busy with your go. ”

Zhai Lao Liu broke free from the support of the crippled sergeant and waved his hand.

Although he is a hob meat, it has not reached the point of letting such people support him.

"Immortal Master go slowly!"

The crippled man looked at Zhai Lao Liu, who didn't care about going away from him, and after a sincere greeting to his back, he gritted his teeth and turned around and "moved" towards the military tent not far away.

However, the road of a hundred zhang is only a matter of dozens of steps for a perfect person.

And for this person,

It may take the words "half an hour" to measure!