Chapter 7 Famous Sword

"Okay! How dare you lie to me!"

After knowing the truth, Shui Bing'er was immediately furious and ran quickly to Fang Xuan. Her almond-shaped eyes widened and she glared at the latter fiercely: "You are not Li Changshou at all, but Fang Xuan!"

Fang Xuan was sullen and silent because of his lack of reason.

He thought that he had already chopped it off, so what would happen if he lied to you again.

"Sister, were you really saved by this guy? He has no martial spirit!"

With a face full of suspicion, Shui Yue'er walked over, her words filled with doubts. She looked at Fang Xuanlai curiously, not believing that this good-for-nothing prince had the ability to save his sister.

What happens if there is no martial spirit?

If you don't have a martial spirit, wouldn't you still kill your sister?

Believe it or not, I can find a place where no one is around and chop you? !

Fang Xuan cursed for a while, he didn't like the sisters no matter what.

Time was precious, and he didn't want to continue to quarrel with the two girls, so he walked to the end of the street without saying a word.

When he reached a crooked-necked willow tree, Fang Xuan suddenly stopped and looked up. A dilapidated blacksmith shop appeared in front of him.

This blacksmith shop is really too old, the walls are severely cracked, the gray wall covering is almost peeled off, and even the shop is slanted, it looks like it hasn't been repaired in at least ten years.

"Dang! Dang! Dang..."

As soon as I walked into the blacksmith shop, a series of heavy and rhythmic sounds came. The powerful sound of metal collision made my eardrums buzz!

Fang Xuan looked up and saw a flame oven in the middle of the shop. As the bellows pulled, the flames in the furnace jumped up.

The fire is on now!

A gray-haired old man stood in front of the stove, selflessly forging a weapon.

He looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with sunken eye sockets and dry skin. He was very old. His tall body was wrapped in a tattered cotton jacket, and with his unshaven face, he looked like a savage who had just walked out of the mountains.

However, his eyes were bright and he was swinging a hammer skillfully in his hand.

The hammer raised high poured down like a waterfall, hitting the unformed iron embryo hard, causing sparks to fly!

Each hammer was full of force, causing the whole shop to tremble slightly.

"Old madman, the quality of your knife is too poor. I only used it for less than two days and it broke again..."

Fang Xuan walked to the stove, slowly pulled out the sword from his waist, pointed at the jagged gaps on the blade, and complained to the gray-haired old man, looking like a customer who had been deceived by an unscrupulous merchant.

Strengthened by the Ice Phoenix Spirit, the power of his sword-drawing technique skyrocketed, and the damage to the sword became greater. When the ice sword was drawn out, the sword, which had not been used for long, was damaged for seven more times. Seven or eight.

"Did you use a knife to open up the mountain?!"

The old madman glanced at the useless knife that Fang Xuan took out, and couldn't help but frown and said: "You still call me an old madman, but I think you are a complete little madman!"

"I will return this broken knife to you and add five more gold soul coins. You can give me a new knife!" Fang Xuan said cheekily.

The old madman shook his head, and pointed his calloused big finger to the wall on the left. On the wall blackened by the smoke, there was a square sign with two couplets written on it.

Shanglian: No warranty, no returns.

Second line: Money and goods must be cleared, no refunds will be given.

Hengpi: Do you like to buy or not?

"Tch, no wonder your shabby shop has no business. With this service attitude, who will come..."

Fang Xuan couldn't help but curl his lips. He originally wanted to add some money to exchange the old for a new one. It seemed that this old guy really didn't have any business acumen.

However, although the old madman has a weird temper, his forging skills are top-notch.

His eyes swept over the finished knives placed on the knife holder, and he saw an icy cold light flowing on the blade, shining like a cold moon, looking particularly dazzling in the dark night.

He couldn't help but his eyes lit up. It seemed that the old madman had made many good knives after not seeing him for many days.

"Here you go, ten gold soul coins. I'll pick out a new knife."

Fang Xuan took out ten gold soul coins and placed them next to the stove. He threw his useless knife into the corner, then walked up to the knife rest and carefully picked it out.

The old madman was always taciturn and didn't say much. He quietly put away the money and continued to work hard.

Draw the sword!

This is Fang Xuan's biggest support in Douluo Continent.

Generally speaking, when facing an enemy, you should pull the sword out of the scabbard in advance and use it to attack the enemy. It is important to strike first.

However, Fang Xuan's sword-drawing skills are exactly the opposite. He deliberately puts the sword into the sheath and pulls it out instantly when the enemy attacks, pursuing a preemptive strike!

Therefore, ordinary straight knives and machetes are not suitable for sword drawing. To perform sword drawing, the knife and scabbard must have a certain curvature.

The principle of drawing a sword is to use the arc when drawing a sword to create an instant explosive force. Its strength and speed are much greater than that of swinging the sword directly out of thin air. The pursuit is to kill with one strike!

Looking at the many blacksmith shops in Tiandou City, only the knives made here by the old madman have just the right arc, the blade is slender and tough, and best meet Fang Xuan's standards for drawing knives.

The knives placed on this knife rest are all long knives with a certain arc. They are all of the best quality in terms of length and sharpness.

And the price is also fair, always ten gold soul coins per handful, and there is never any malicious intention to raise the price.

After Fang Xuan finished admiring it, he couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction, and raised his hand to grab a knife.

At this moment, his movements froze, and his eyes were completely attracted to a knife in the corner.

"That is……"

His eyes lit up, he walked to the corner, leaned down, picked up the knife lying quietly in the corner, and put it in front of his eyes to observe carefully.

The handle and scabbard are all pure white, and even the blade is as bright as snow. It is in a dirty corner, but it is not stained by a trace of dust.

"Buzz~"

He gently waved the long white knife, and saw the blade rubbing against the air, and a clear sound like a dragon's roar came out quietly.

"What a knife!"

Fang Xuan stared at the white sword, with unconcealable surprise in his eyes, and said to the old madman who was immersed in blacksmithing: "Hey, I will add ten more gold soul coins, sell this sword to me!"

"snort!"

The old madman snorted coldly and said: "You can take the rest of the knives as you like. This knife will not be sold even if you add another hundred thousand gold soul coins!"

"One hundred gold soul coins!"

Fang Xuan gritted his teeth and stared at the old madman. This was the maximum amount he could produce at present, and it was just recovered from Li Lingtian's body.

The old madman shook his head again and said: "This knife is not good, it is mixed with iron essence. This is the best knife I have made this year. It has barely reached the level of famous swords!"

"Famous sword!"

The light in Fang Xuan's eyes became even more intense, and he hugged the white sword tightly without letting go, full of longing for this precious and famous sword.

He just lacks a handy weapon, and the knife in front of him is exactly what he dreams of.

"Stop inking and make a price!" He stared at the old madman without blinking, determined to buy the knife.

"For the sake of our acquaintance, you can take the two hundred thousand!" the old madman said calmly.

"Two hundred thousand...why the hell don't you go and grab it?!"

The corners of Fang Xuan's mouth twitched violently, and he couldn't help but curse.

Although he carries the identity of a prince, he never has any power. He is basically a commoner at the lowest level in Douluo Continent. Where can he get so much money? !

Well, to be honest, although this knife is really worth two hundred thousand, he really can't take it out!

what to do……

Just when Fang Xuan was frowning, a voice like a silver bell rang in his ears.

"I bought two hundred thousand gold soul coins!"