Seeing that Fang Yue really bought things, Deacon Jia bought a lot at one time, almost all of them were consumables except for Fengxun boots, and the original impatience and upset turned into nothing, and he suddenly came to his senses, and even his attitude was much better.

"The second-grade Fengxun boots have an immediate effect on the footwork speed, and if the footwork is fast, the body is fast, and when facing the enemy, take the lead, and when you can defeat the enemy! Master Fang's nephew has a good eye, ordinary disciples can't think of this. Deacon Jia stroked his motley sparse beard and smiled stiffly.

He just said casually, Bo had a good impression, and was silent, and said: "Three hundred and seven second-grade Fengxun boots, two hundred and nine third-grade hidden talismans, one hundred and thirteen first-grade Rejuvenation Muscle Pills, one hundred and two Yunling Xuanying Shadow Balls, and eighty Xuanying Balls, a total of nine hundred and ninety spirit beads." ”

Fang Yue had already calculated the price, and it was not surprising that the total price quoted by Shopkeeper Jia was not different from what he calculated.

But when I think of the thousands of spirit beads that are gone, it's still a little painful, no way, poor!

Fan Xiaopang was on the side, and when he heard that he wanted nine hundred and ninety spirit beads, his eyes couldn't help but widen a little, he had just exchanged one thousand and one hundred spirit beads, and now he was going to use nine hundred and nine, and all of them were sold for things that were of little use.

These spirit beads, plus a few hundred, can buy a third-grade sword weapon with a fairly good condition......

"Senior brother, isn't he mentally weakened and insane?"

Thinking like this, Fan Xiaopang's hands couldn't help but tighten, and he hugged the cloth bag containing the spirit bead tightly in his arms.

Fang Yue pulled hard and didn't take it out, until Fang Yue's eyes looked over, Fan Xiaopang let go, his eyes were still firmly fixed on the cloth bag, the little eyes that were reluctant to be like his first love and cherished goodbye, Fang Yue looked a little unbearable.

Hey, or ...... Give you an IOU, pay you back 100, 200?

Fatty, let go, why are you still pulling the lacing?

Fang Yue spread out the cloth bag, divided one hundred and ten spirit beads, and handed the rest to Shopkeeper Jia.

Shopkeeper Jia swept his consciousness and confirmed: "Fix the nine hundred and nine spirit beads, give it, this is what you need!"

It's good to have divine sense, you don't need to learn arithmetic, Fang Yue sighed secretly.

Fang Yue looked at the items he bought, he was quite satisfied with the items he bought, he was quite satisfied.

Fengxun boots are short boots, with a faint halo flowing, well-proportioned structure, not ostentatious, nor mediocre, light to start, the shadow ball is only the size of a walnut, like a glass ball, and the Dao Fu is a piece of yellow leather paper full of Dao Fu texture, exuding spiritual charm.

"Well, okay, if you have to worry a lot, you won't bother much!" With that, Fang Yue left Linlang Pavilion with the things he bought.

Fan Xiaopang followed behind Fang Yue, sullen, his face was full of frustration, he finally made a windfall, and in an instant, he was destitute, and the ups and downs of life were really caught off guard...... You're definitely not my own brother......

In fact, Fan Xiaopang also knew that Fang Yue bought these to deal with Senior Brother Lu Chen Lu tomorrow, he could understand it, but he could buy Fengxun boots and hidden talismans, it was a little useful, what was the use of buying Xuanying Balls?

"Senior brother, you've changed!" Fan Xiaopang was silent for a long time, and then suddenly spoke.

"It hasn't changed!" Fang Yue's heart tightened, could it be that Fan Xiaopang had already discovered that I had actually changed someone?

Fan Xiaopang is the closest person to him, and he is most likely to notice a huge change in his temperament and behavior.

"You've changed, senior brother, you used to be an iron rooster, and you didn't pull out a hair!" Fan Xiaochubby Mu said, feeling depressed.

"Yes, yes, yes, and I didn't pluck my hair!"

Fang Yue laughed, he would be wrong in his feelings, Fan Xiaopang didn't realize that he was no longer the same person he was, he just said that he was not as slamming the door as before, which made him really nervous.

"Like...... That's the truth!" Fan Xiaopang was messy in the wind, the night was like ink, and he didn't know where to go.

......

Tomorrow is going to face Lu Chen, Fang Yue is under a lot of pressure, and at the same time, he got a set of swordsmanship and footwork today, and he can't wait to try it, return to the independent courtyard, change his lazy style, and hurriedly practice swords against Qingyao's cheats.

There are only two of them in the small courtyard, and the master lives in the col of the back mountain, so he is not worried about being noticed that something is unusual.

The golden lamp is like a torch, illuminating the small courtyard, Fang Yuetu rises and falls, the sword is like a spiritual snake, the body moves in the open space of 20 meters square, vigorous and light, sometimes fierce like a tiger, sometimes floating like a swallow, the long sword dances, and the clothes hunt and hunt......

The sound of breaking the air is endless, the sword style is round and coherent, such as flowing clouds and water, alternating between movement and static, showing the elegance and sharpness of the sword, quite a bit of the demeanor of a young swordsman, adding a bit of extraordinary bearing, and definitely not like a beginner.

The sword momentum was full, and suddenly, Fang Yue jumped up, his body flew three hundred and sixty degrees, his clothes fluttered, and the long sword drew a cold light, and then stabbed forward quickly, and a pale white sword shadow shot out from the tip of the sword.

There was a soft pop, and the faint sword shadow shot into the purple locust trunk with the thickness of the bowl mouth on the edge of the courtyard.

Fang Yue's long sword entered the sheath, and he stood with his sword, his body suddenly stopped, as quiet as a cedar.

Alternating movement and stillness, comfortable and quiet, but it is a sense of swordsman strolling leisurely.

After half an hour of sword practice, Fang Yue did not feel tired, but had a hearty pleasure, his body became more energetic, breathing, it seemed that life really lies in movement.

"But this sword skill doesn't seem to be powerful at all, and the sword shadow can't even compare to the five-cent special effect. Fang Yue looked at the intact purple locust tree and frowned and muttered to himself, he couldn't help but be a little disappointed, he was used to judging the power from the appearance of the move.

Just when Fang Yue was disappointed, he suddenly heard a clatter, and the purple locust tree with a thick bowl mouth broke off from it and fell down.

"Ouch, that's good!" Fang Yue looked at the broken purple locust tree, his eyes lit up, and he was secretly excited.

It seems that the power of the sword technique is really good, and if you don't take it by chance, you may have unexpected effects.

Fan Xiaopang squatted next to the courtyard, saw the purple locust tree falling, raised his head and looked at it, disagreed, and continued to bury his head in the sweet potato in his hand, clicking, with good teeth and good appetite, whenever he was in a low mood, he liked to relieve depression by eating.

Fang Yue saw that Fan Xiaopang was still sullen and gnawed on the sweet potato, and he was helpless and frustrated.

Fan Xiaopang has already stopped talking to him for a while, isn't it just that he used your thousands of spirit beads to help you agree to a duel, is it necessary to be so stingy? What's more, hey, your senior brother and I have mastered Qingyao's swordsmanship in half an hour, and we have won ten years of work against others, aren't you surprised? Do you want to be so wooden?

Looking at Fan Xiaopang's blandness and indifference, Fang Yue felt a sense of loneliness playing stand-alone, and life was as lonely as snow!

So he planned to remind Fan Xiaopang: "Ahem, although the Thirteen Swords of Qingyao are Jianghu swordsmanship, they are also quite profound, ordinary people will not be able to learn it for a year and a half, what do you think of this set of swordsmanship?"

After that, Fang Yue looked at Fan Xiaopang, it's your turn!

Fan Xiaopang glanced up at Fang Yue, with a casual expression, while chewing, he said vaguely with a lack of interest: "The swordsmanship is proficient and mellow, the master has always praised the senior brother for his high understanding, and he can learn any moves, and sure enough."

But no matter how good the swordsmanship is, what's the use? Can you find a daughter-in-law?"

You...... Little fat man, you are too much! Is it rude that no one teaches you to learn to speak? Fang Yue was speechless, this was originally a joke that he laughed at Fan Xiaopang's corpse refining puppet, but he didn't expect to be sent back by Fan Xiaopang.

Fan Xiaopang's natural tone made him depressed, it turned out that the comprehension of the predecessor was already very high, in this way, what Dao Gong techniques can be obtained in the future can be logically pushed to the comprehension, but why is my heart full of sadness?

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Rolling all over the ground to ask for collection, adding to the bookshelf is a collection, asking for a recommendation ticket!

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