My dad did something different! Pan Yang watched the whole time and felt that my dad was so meticulous!

For example, car models, good car models paint the body, engine, gearbox, wheel hub, headlight and other details are similar to those of real cars. If you ignore the proportion, you can almost distort the real ones. The same goes for the sword made by my dad, including sword edge, sword grid, sword stem, sword head, etc., and the most basic ones are made, and the sword ridges raised on the middle line of the sword body and the slope-shaped swords on both sides of the sword ridge, which are even so meticulous that even the circular raised patterns on the sword stems such as sword hoop are carefully carved, which feels great.

After repeated polishing of sandpaper, my father did not paste gold foil, but instead applied a layer of silver powder.

The sword made in this way is shining with cold light and sharp edges, and can almost be confiscated as a controlled tool.

"Dad, you are simply a handicraft!" Pan Yang Yang took over Yang Mujian made by his father and couldn't let go of it.

"This sword has a soul." My dad squinted his eyes and took out a cigarette and lit one:

"Your dad is nothing, what your grandfather does..."

My mother coughed, and my father, who was so proud, was shocked and quickly pulled out to the outside.

Pan Yang has long been used to the way his parents get along, and now he is all about this poplar wood sword.

I don’t know if it can become a real sword in the Yin Realm, which makes Pan Yang look forward to the arrival of the night.

But there is still half a day left, so I can't waste it anymore. Pan Yang locked himself in the bedroom for an experiment.

Since ghost eyes can play a role in the Yang Realm, the Soul-Slaying Sword should be fine.

There must be no swords at home, not even the big ones or the small ones. Pan Yang found the old man's Tai Chi sword.

It's a little softer, just make do with it.

Pan Yang pulled out the Tai Chi Sword and placed it on the table, frowned and focused on the Tai Chi Sword.

A dark and evil spirit suddenly lingered in his eyes, which made him look like he had no white eyes.

At the same time, the Tai Chi sword also lingered in dark evil spirits, and it shook slightly as if it was a spirit:

“Buzz…”

"Get up!" Pan Yang shouted softly, the blue veins on his forehead swelled up, and the black light flashed in his eyes. He had already used all his strength!

“Buzz buzz…”

The Tai Chi sword trembled violently, and even caused the table to tremble, as if it was about to soar into the sky at any time!

Just one little bit, one little bit! Pan Yang gritted his teeth with his eyebrows, but he was still venting...

"Plop!"

Pan Yang fell to the floor, sweating profusely, his face pale, as if his body was hollowed out...

This is unscientific!

I was obviously doing it according to what my master taught me, so this kind of initiation-style teaching would not make any mistakes, so why can't I fly? Pan Yang was puzzled and carefully recalled Kong Zhenren's pretentious process, and seemed to be no different from what he did. Pan Yang locked himself in the bedroom and didn't come out for an afternoon.

During dinner, Pan Yang's mind was still full of this, and even the braised pork stewed by his mother was not as good as it was.

While eating, my dad discussed with my mom: "Wife, do you think we should buy Fit or Lavida?"

My son was worried, but my mother was anxious because she saw it and didn't have the heart to think about buying a car, so she answered casually:

"Didn't you agree to buy Fit?"

"Fit is too small. Our son is 1.84 meters tall, so awkward to sit!" My father tried his best to bewitch:

"Lavid Lavida is different. Although it is a compact model, the length of 4.6 meters and the width of 1.8 meters are all comparable to that of ordinary mid-sized cars. The Maliu is about the same size, which is much larger than the Fit..."

My mother rolled her eyes impatiently: "What's wrong with big? Big is still fuel-intensive, just enough!

"Don't the big and small cars drive the same!"

Pan Yang suddenly felt that he had captured some keywords: "Mom, say what you said again!"

My mother was stunned: "What did I say?"

Pan Yang was very anxious: "It's just big and small!"

My mother glanced at my father suspiciously and said, "What's wrong with big? Big is still fuel-intensive, just enough!

"Don't the big and small cars drive the same!"

"Yes! Why didn't I expect it!" Pan Yang's eyes lit up: "It costs a lot of fuel, just enough!"

The big sword and the small sword are not the same as killing people!

No wonder the master used a three-inch green breeze. It turned out that it was not because he liked small ones, but because he consumed fuel for big ones!

With such a simple truth, I am really a fan of the authorities... Pan Yang threw his chopsticks excitedly: "I'm full!"

"Stop!" My mother, Hedong Lion Roar: "Half a bowl of rice is left! How do you teach you? It's not as good as when I was a child?

"Eat! You won't leave until you finish eating!"

Pan Yang: “…”

After solving the dinner in just a few seconds, Pan Yang couldn't help but feel excited and started to retreat when he returned to the bedroom. This time he simply found a pencil sharpener, which was the old-fashioned one used in elementary school.

The total length is 10.5cm and the weight is 2.5g. It is much smaller than the Tai Chi sword, but it is much sharper than the Tai Chi sword.

Just as Kong Zhenren said: The sword is not about being gorgeous, but about being sharp!

Try it!

Pan Yang spread the pencil sharpener and placed it on the table, frowned and focused on the pencil sharpener.

As the evil spirit in his eyes lingered, the evil spirit energy on the pencil sharpener also lingered, and it trembled violently:

“Buzz buzz…”

That’s it? That’s it? I haven’t exerted my strength yet! Pan Yang was full of confidence and shouted softly: “Kang Mao Beibi!”

"Swish--"

The violently trembling pencil sharpen instantly soared into the sky and nailed it to the ceiling with lightning speed!

“Buzz…”

The handle of the knife buzzed, and the blade had completely submerged into the ceiling!

"Damn it!" Pan Yang excitedly shot a combination of punches at the air: Flying Sword Flying Sword Flying Sword Flying Sword!

I can finally fly the sword too!

"Come back!" Pan Yang stretched out his hand, facing upwards, and exerted force to activate the pencil sharpener.

“Buzz buzz…”

The pencil sharpener trembled violently, as if he was struggling desperately to get rid of the constraints, but he was always "unable to extricate himself".

Pan Yang was anxious, his eyebrows were raised, his teeth were gritted, his forehead was bulging, and his eyes were flashing: "Go back..."

"when!"

With a crisp sound, the plastic handle fell weakly, and the blade edge broke into the ceiling...

This is very embarrassing.

Pan Yang picked up the plastic knife handle depressedly: It seems that the master is right. To practice flying swords, you have to need a sword...

The mother, who was eavesdropping against the door panel, looked back at her dad with a strange look on her face: "What's the sound of buzzing?"

My father opened his eyes wide with a blank look on his face: "I don't know what you are talking about any buzzing sound!"

My mother expressed doubts: "I really don't know?"
Chapter completed!