"The shopkeeper has a pot of wine!" Simon Fuxue said coldly.

"Are you Ximen Fuxue?" Yin Susu walked over and asked.

"Yes!" Ximen Fuxue agreed, but he stroked the sword with his hand without even lifting his eyelids. This made Yin Susu very hurt, am I not as good as that sword?

"Brother Simon, your wine!" Wang Yuan personally brought the wine jug over.

"Thank you!" said Simon Fuyuki and began to pour wine and drink, ignoring the people around him. Yin Susu felt bored and walked away, but Wang Yuan didn't leave.

"Brother Simon, do you only drink alcohol? Do you want to stir-fry a few dishes?"

"No!"

"May I sit down?"

......

"If you don't say it, I'll let you agree!" Wang Yuan finished speaking, and sat opposite Ximen Blowing Snow, "Brother Ximen, do you know Lu Xiaofeng?"

"I don't know!"

"Oh, then Brother Simon, do you know Ye Gucheng?"

"I've heard of it!"

"Oh, Brother Simon, can I take a look at your sword?" Wang Yuan asked again. This time, Simon Fuxue looked at the sword, and his eyes were full of sadness.

"It's broken!"

"Ah, Brother Simon, what did you say?"

"She's broken!" Simon Blowing Snow took a glass of wine and drank it down. There was sadness in his voice.

"Why! Someone has cut off your sword!"

"It's Chu Feiyun, the sword god of the Tianshan Mountains. Simon Fuxue said coldly. It turned out that Ximen blew snow and came to the desert not for the ruins of Loulan, but specifically to find the sword god of Tianshan Mountain to compete with swords. However, the Tianshan Sword God was ambushed by the Bloody Clothes Building in the Wild Grass Collection, and although he was not injured, he was separated from Murong Bai and the others, and had no choice but to return to the Tianshan Sect with his injured apprentice. As soon as I returned to the mountain, I found the snow blowing at the west gate of the Tianshan faction.

Ximen Blowing Snow showed his intention in person, the Tianshan Sword God originally had a belly of fire, and he was going to release it by comparing swords with Ximen Blowing Snow, but he didn't think he could beat Ximen Blowing Snow in the same realm. At the last moment, the Tianshan Sword God let go of his own restrictions, and cut off Ximen Blowing Snow's saber with a sword! Ximen Blowing Snow was defeated, although he was not defeated in swordsmanship, but he was defeated or defeated, and he silently walked down the Tianshan faction with a broken sword. That's how it used to be.

Wang Yuan looked at Ximen blowing snow, and suddenly felt that he was very pitiful, and the idea of helping him was moved in his heart. "How much does it cost the inn to make him a sword?"

"Slave, he has been born in the world, and it takes five thousand taels to build a weapon for him!"

"Five thousand taels, why don't you go and grab it! You are really getting darker and darker at the inn!" At this time, Ximen Fuxue had finished drinking a pot of wine, and he stood up and walked out with his sword. Wang Yuan hurriedly got up and shouted, "Brother Ximen, wait a minute!"

Ximen Fuxue stopped and looked back at Wang Yuan, "That Ximen brother, you sit down first, I'll tell you something!" Ximen Fuxue frowned, but still sat back in place. Wang Yuan smiled at him first, and then shouted loudly: "Girl, come here!"

"What's the matter with the stinky boss?" Murong Qiu ran over and asked.

"Girl, use the sword!"

"Stinky boss, this is mine!" Murong Qiu hurriedly held the sword in his arms, with a posture that would not be given to you, Wang Yuan pouted. What are you doing, saying that there is good trust between people?

"Girl, I'm just borrowing it. Let Brother Simon take a look!"

"Really, it's just a look?" Murong Qiu doubted.

"Just take a look!"

"Then give it to you!" Murong Qiu said and handed over the sword, but she didn't walk away, with a posture of returning it to me after reading it, Wang Yuan secretly shook his head and was very helpless. Wang Yuan took the sword and put it in front of Ximen Blowing Snow. "Brother Simon, please look at the sword!"

Ximen Fuxue put his broken sword on the table, picked up the sword in both hands and looked at it for a while. Then he held the scabbard in his left hand and pulled out the sword with his right hand!

"Good sword!" exclaimed Simon Fuyuki. I saw that the body of this sword was as thin as a piece of paper, and the blade was as bright as flowing water. Simon Fuxue stroked the sword as if he were caressing his lover. The craftsmanship of this sword-forging is nothing more than that of even the top swordsmiths. Seeing that the seal carving on the blade of the sword was actually made by the Sword God Inn! Ximen Fuxue was moved, and he stared at Wang Yuan with wide eyes! Could it be that this light and sharp sword was forged by him?

In his astonished gaze, Wang Yuan nodded slightly! Ximen Fuxue took a deep breath and put the sword into the sheath and placed it on the table. Then he stood up and bowed to Wang Yuan and said, "Shopkeeper, please forge a sword for me!"

"Brother Ximen, please sit down! Sit down and talk!" Wang Yuan asked Ximen to sit down while returning the sword to Murong Qiu next to him. The little girl took the sword, hugged it, turned around and ran away.

"Brother Simon, I can make you a sword, but the price is not low!"

"Shopkeeper, please bid!" said Simon Fuxue calmly. But the burning gaze in his eyes betrayed him. Wang Yuan raised his right hand and stretched out five fingers!

"Fifty thousand taels?" said Simon Fuxue with a frown. It is true that Sword God Villa is rich, but 50,000 taels for a sword is still too expensive!

"Ahem, it's five thousand taels!" Wang Yuan said embarrassedly.

"This is a silver ticket! When can I get my sword?"

"Three days later!"

"Okay! I'll come back in three days!" Ximen Fuxue took his leave and left the Sword God Inn. Seeing him walk away, Yin Susu leaned over and asked, "Do you really know how to forge swords?"

"Of course, Su Su, what weapon do you use? I'll help you build one!"

"Okay, I want a sword, too!"

"No problem! you can do it in less than 1,000 taels per day!"

"Shopkeeper, but I don't have any money! or..." Wang Yuan swallowed a mouthful of spit, "Then I remembered that I still have something to do! I'll go first!" After speaking, he ran away.

"Hmph~ no cowards!" Yin Susu hummed as he bit his lower lip.

"Hmph~ fox spirit, demon girl!" Murong Qiu muttered on the side.

"It's good that I'm witty!Otherwise, I'll lose money again!" Wang Yuan said as he returned to his room, closed the door, and wiped his sweat. "What kind of skill is this Yin Susu practicing? It makes my little heart pound. ”

"Hey, I don't want to, the inn will blow snow and make a sword for Ximen!"

"As you wish, 5,000 taels of slaves will be deducted from your balance!" said the inn, the light in the room flickered, and then when the light dissipated, a sword appeared on the table!