Chapter 8 Thanks

"I bought two hundred thousand gold soul coins!"

A blue silhouette came gracefully.

She has long aqua-blue hair that hangs loosely around her shoulders, and a slender figure. The most surprising thing is her stunningly beautiful face, which is as dazzling as a bright lamp lighting up in the dark night.

The blue-haired girl walked lightly in front of Fang Xuan with a gust of fresh fragrance, and winked slyly at the latter. She was so graceful!

"you……"

Fang Xuan was startled, looking at the girl who suddenly arrived, and said in surprise: "Who is it?!"

"Damn it! Didn't you remember me just after we broke up?!"

The girl's eyes widened, she stamped her feet in anger, and said, "I am Shui Bing'er!"

"Oh, it's you!"

Fang Xuan nodded and said suspiciously: "We never started, how can we talk about breaking up?!"

"Uh...that was a slip of the tongue."

Shui Bing'er blushed and noticed that she had spoken inappropriately.

At the same time, Shui Yue'er followed closely behind. She pinched her nose and reluctantly walked into the dirty blacksmith shop, complaining and muttering: "Wow, this place is so dirty! That Stupid prince, why are you begging for food in a place like this?!"

"Yue'er, you don't understand this. How can such a poor place ask for food? His Royal Highness is probably here to work. The world's first working-class prince was born..." Shui Bing'er said.

Revenge, this is naked revenge!

Hearing Shui Bing'er's squeeze, Fang Xuan instantly understood that she held a grudge. He was angry that Fang Xuan had forgotten her and wanted to retaliate verbally.

Unexpectedly, this girl looks very pure, but actually has a dark heart.

"Two hundred thousand gold soul coins, I bought this knife!"

With that said, Shui Bing'er took out a sparkling purple gold card from the ring soul guide in her hand and placed it on a clean coffee table: "This is 150,000..."

"Yue'er, lend me fifty thousand."

She turned around and stretched out her hand to Shui Yue'er behind her.

"Hey, sister, do you really want to buy that knife? We soul masters have martial souls, so why do we need that broken knife?"

Shui Yue'er tightened her pockets, looking like a little miser, and pouted: "I'm not as wealthy as you, I only have this little money left on me."

"You damn girl, stop talking nonsense and hand over the money!"

Shui Bing'er's pretty face showed an unkind expression, and she instantly transformed into an unreasonable robber. She raised her hands and groped around Shui Yue'er's body, and quickly found a gold card!

"Ah ah ah, that's the personal money saved from between the teeth by people who were frugal and frugal!" Shui Yue'er had all her savings taken away by her sister, and her little face suddenly showed a look of grievance, and she couldn't help but wailed.

"Little stingy, I'll pay you back in two days!"

Shui Bing'er glared at Shui Yue'er angrily, then pressed the gold card on top of the purple gold card and looked at the old madman: "This is two hundred thousand, you click it!"

The old madman glanced at the two gold cards on the coffee table, nodded, and said, "The knife belongs to you."

"Hey! Wait a minute, this is the knife I saw first!"

Fang Xuan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. He looked at Shui Bing'er with a wary expression, and hugged Bai Dao tightly and refused to let go.

Shui Bing'er actually steals her beloved knife openly and openly, which is unbearable!

Fang Xuan had a sullen face and was about to argue with Shui Bing'er, but the latter looked at him like he was an idiot: "I bought it for you in the first place!"

Forehead……

Fang Xuan's body stiffened, and his expression gradually became serious. He stared seriously into Shui Bing'er's eyes and said decisively: "I don't have the money to pay you back!"

"Who wants you to pay back!"

Shui Bing'er rolled her eyes at Fang Xuan and whispered, "This knife can be regarded as a thank you gift for saving me."

"It's over, it's over. We finally came to Tiandou City. We thought we could eat all over the city. But now, the money is gone!" Shui Yue'er cried sadly.

Fang Xuan was very happy to get a good knife without spending a gold soul coin, and he couldn't help but feel good about Shui Bing'er.

"Old madman, what's the name of this knife?" He looked at the old madman in front of the stove curiously.

"White Knife·Wuying!" The old madman said quietly.

Shadowless...

Fang Xuan caressed the blade, which was as bright as snow, with some affection. The Shadowless Blade seemed to be born with spirituality. The blade trembled slightly and let out a clear sword roar.

With this good knife at hand, his strength will undoubtedly increase greatly.

Although he is only a soul master now, with his superb sword-drawing skills, he can fight against powerful soul masters. Now that he has this famous sword, Wuying, it is undoubtedly even more powerful.

After a rough estimate, he felt that he could compete with a level 30 second-level soul master at his ultimate limit, but he was still no match for the soul master.

When a soul master reaches level 30, he can absorb more than a thousand years of soul rings and break through to the realm of soul masters. The improvement brought by a thousand-year soul ring is very huge. This strength gap cannot be easily made up.

Soul ring?...

Thinking of the soul ring, Fang Xuan couldn't help but feel a flash of sadness in his eyes.

The copied martial soul could not absorb the soul ring, and he still felt a little regretful.

Fang Xuan calmly inserted the blade into the scabbard, and then clipped the Shadowless Knife to his waist. Because it was mixed with iron essence, this knife was twice as heavy as an ordinary iron knife, but he felt very comfortable picking it up. .

"By the way, old madman, is the weapon I asked you to make last time ready?"

He suddenly thought of something and looked at the old madman expectantly.

At this time, under the hammering of the old madman, the originally rough iron embryo gradually became slender and thin, and it began to look like a knife.

He picked up the red-hot iron knife with an iron clip and placed it in the cold pool next to it for quenching. After a simple round of tempering, an ordinary iron knife was successfully cast.

During this process, the old madman was completely focused and was not affected by the outside world at all.

Fang Xuan did not disturb the old madman, but stood quietly and observed. This was the first time he had seen the complete knife-making process, and he had learned a lot today.

After the knife was finished, the old madman wiped his sweaty big hands on his tattered cotton-padded jacket, walked silently to the cabinet on the left, and rummaged through the cabinets with a clanking sound.

Finally, he dug out a dark box and handed it to Fang Xuan: "This is what you want."

Opening the lid, a black belt gradually appeared in front of you.

This belt was made of ordinary leather and didn't look like anything special, but when Fang Xuan gently pulled the iron buckle on the belt.

An extremely thin and soft sword was immediately exposed. It was extremely sharp. From a distance, one could feel the terrifying cold air emanating from the sword's edge.

Seeing the sharp and soft sword hidden in his belt, Fang Xuan couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction and said, "Thank you."

"You are so young, but you are very cunning..." The old madman glanced at Fang Xuan and said pointedly.

"Safety first!"

Fang Xuan calmly put the black belt around his waist and asked the old madman: "How much does it cost?"

"That's all, I made two hundred thousand today, so I'll give you this belt." The old madman said.

"Thanks then." Fang Xuan was not polite at all.

"Goodbye, old madman. I hope that when I come next time, you won't be old enough to enter the coffin..."

Before leaving, Fang Xuan looked at the old lunatic's aging face, put down these words, and then left the blacksmith shop with the Shui Bing'er sisters.

The old madman watched Fang Xuan and others leave, standing there in a daze.

"Old, am I really that old?"

After being silent for a long time, he looked at his hair, which was mostly white, and said sadly: "I'm not even forty yet..."