"I bought the 200,000 Golden Soul Coins!"

A blue figure came gracefully.

The long water-blue hair is covered with fragrant shoulders and a slender figure. What is most surprising is the amazing and beautiful face, which is like lighting a bright light in the dark night, dazzling.

The blue-haired girl walked lightly in front of Fang Xuan with a refreshing fragrance, and blinked at the latter cunningly, with a graceful look!

"you……"

Fang Xuan was stunned, looked at the girl who suddenly arrived, and said in surprise: "Who is here?!"

"Damn it! You don't remember me just now?!"

The girl widened her eyes, stomped her feet so angry that she stomped her feet hard, and said, "I am Shui Binger!"

"Oh, it's you!"

Fang Xuan nodded and said suspiciously: "We have never started, so why bother to break up?!"

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

Shui Binger's face turned red and noticed that she was talking inappropriately.

At the same time, Shui Yue'er followed her arrival. She pinched her nose and reluctantly walked into the dirty blacksmith shop, muttering with complaint: "Wow, this place is so dirty! Why is that stupid prince begging for food in such a place?!"

"Yue'er, you don't understand this. How could you have a meal in such a poor place? Your Highness is probably here to work. The first prince in the world was born..." Shui Bing'er said.

Revenge is naked revenge!

When Fang Xuan heard Shui Bing'er's run, she instantly realized that she was holding a grudge. She was angry that Fang Xuan forgot her and wanted to take revenge on her verbally.

Unexpectedly, this girl looks quite pure, but her heart is actually dark.

"I bought this knife with 200,000 gold soul coins!"

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

"Yue'er, lend me 50,000."

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

"Hey, sister, do you really want to buy that knife? Our soul master has a martial soul, why do you want that broken knife?"

Shui Yue'er tightened her pockets, looked like a stingy person, and said poutingly: "I'm not as rich as you, and I'm just that little money left on me."

"Damn it, stop talking nonsense, hand over the money!"

Shui Bing'er's pretty face showed an unkind expression, and instantly turned into an unreasonable robber. He put his hands together and groped through Shui Yue'er, quickly plundering a golden card!

"Ahhh, that's the private money saved from the gaps of their teeth!" Shui Yue'er was snatched away all her savings by her sister, and her little face suddenly showed a grievance and couldn't help but wail.

"I'll give you back in two days!"

Shui Bing'er glared at Shui Yue'er angrily, then pressed the gold card on the purple gold card and looked at the old madman: "This is 200,000, you dot!"

The old madman glanced at the two gold cards on the coffee table, nodded, and said, "It's your knife."

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

Fang Xuan was slightly stunned and suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked at Shui Bing'er with a vigilant look on his face, hugging Bai Dao tightly and refused to let go.

Shui Bing'er actually robbed her love knife openly, which is unbearable!

Fang Xuan had a calm face and was about to argue with Shui Binger, but who knew that the latter looked at him with an idiot: "I originally bought it for you!"

Forehead……

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

"Who wants you to pay it back!"

Shui Bing'er gave Fang Xuan a blank look and muttered in a low voice: "This knife is just a thank you for saving me."

"It's over, it's over. We finally came to Tiandou City and thought we could eat all over the city. Now, the money is gone!" Shui Yue'er cried with a sad face.

Fang Xuan was very happy to get a good knife without spending a golden soul coin and couldn't help but feel some favors for Shui Binger.

"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 stroked the bright snow-like blade with some affection. The shadowless knife seemed to have a spiritual life. The blade trembled gently and emitted a clear sword roar.

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

Although he is just a soul master now, with his superb sword drawing skills, he can fight against the powerful soul masters. Now that he has this famous sword, he is undoubtedly a tiger with wings.

After roughly estimating, he felt that he could compete with the level 30 second-ring soul master at the highest limit, but he was still no match for the Soul Lord.

If 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 Lord. The improvement brought by a thousand-year soul ring is very huge. This strength gap cannot be easily compensated.

Soul ring...

Thinking of the soul ring, a glimmer of gloom flashed through Fang Xuan's eyes.

He still felt a little regretful when copying the martial soul and unable to absorb the soul ring.

Fang Xuan calmly inserted the blade into the scabbard and then pinned the shadowless knife around his waist. Because of the iron essence, the knife was twice as heavy as an ordinary iron knife, but he felt that it was very convenient to pick it up.

"By the way, old madman, have you prepared the weapon I asked you to build last time?"

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

At this time, under the beat of the old madman, the originally rough iron embryo gradually became slender and thin, and had already begun to take shape.

He clamped the red-hot iron knife with an iron clip and put it in the cold water pool next to it to quench it. After a simple round of tempering, an ordinary iron knife was considered to be successfully cast.

During this process, the old madman was fully focused and had no influence on the outside world.

Fang Xuan did not disturb the old madman, but stood quietly aside and observed. This was the first time he had seen the complete knife casting process, and today he had gained some knowledge.

Until the casting of the knife was finished, the old madman's big hand stained with sweat oil wiped his torn cotton jacket, walked to the cabinet on the left silently, and rumbling through the cabinet.

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

Open the lid and a black belt gradually appeared in front of you.

This belt is made of ordinary leather and looks nothing special, but when Fang Xuan gently pulls the iron buckle on the belt.

A very thin and thin soft sword was immediately exposed, extremely sharp, and you could feel the terrible cold air coming out of the sword's edge from a distance.

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

"You are young and have a lot of ghosts..." The old madman glanced at Fang Xuan and said with a point of view.

"Safety first!"

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

"Forget it, I made 200,000 today, and I'll give you this belt." said the old madman.

"Then I'll thank you." Fang Xuan was not polite.

"Goodbye, old madman, I hope next time I come, you have to go into the coffin board..."

Before leaving, Fang Xuan looked at the old crazy man's face, said this, and left the blacksmith shop with the Shui Binger sisters.

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

"Old, am I really that old?"
Chapter completed!