8 Shadow Blade

"Two hundred thousand gold soul coins, I bought it!"

A blue shadow came in.

With long aqua-blue hair and scented shoulders.

With a slender figure and super beauty, which was like a bright light in the night, dazzling.

The blue-haired girl lotus style, with a burst of fresh fragrance, walked towards Fang Xuan lightly, blinked slyly at the latter, graceful!

"You..."

Fang Xuan was startled, looking at the girl who came suddenly, and said in amazement:

"Who is it?!"

"Damn it! Don't you remember me just after breaking up?!"

The girl's eyes widened, she stomped her feet with anger, and said, "I am Shui Binger!"

"Oh, it was you!"

Fang Xuan nodded and said suspiciously: "We never started, so why talk about breaking up?"

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

Shui Bing'er blushed and noticed that he was a bit improper.

At the same time, Shui Yue'er followed closely. She pinched her nose and walked into this dirty blacksmith shop reluctantly, muttering with complaint:

"Wow, it's so dirty here! That's it! Stupid prince, why would you beg for food in such a place?"

"Yue'er, you don't understand this. How could such a poor place have to come to work? His Royal Highness is probably here to work. The world's first working prince was born..." Shui Binger said.

Revenge, this was blatant revenge!

Hearing Shui Bing'er's run, Fang Xuan instantly understood that She was holding a grudge and was annoyed that Fang Xuan had forgotten her and wanted to verbally retaliate.

Unexpectedly, this girl looked pure, but her heart was also black.

"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, you want to buy that blade? You are a spirit expert

with a martial spirit, so what do you want that broken sword for?"

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

"Bad girl, stop talking nonsense, hand over the money now"

Shui Bing'er's pretty face showed an unkind expression, and she instantly transformed into an unreasonable robber. With both hands together, she fumbled around Shui Yue'er and quickly found a golden card!

"Oh, that's the money that I saved for eating"

Shui Yue'er was robbed of all her savings by her sister, and her face suddenly showed an aggrieved expression, and she couldn't help crying.

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

Shui Bing'er gave Shui Yue'er an angry look, then pressed the gold card on top of the purple gold card, and looked at the old Madman: "This is two hundred thousand, just a little bit!"

The old madman glanced at the two gold cards on the coffee table nodded, and said, "The sword is yours."

"Hey! Wait a minute, this sword I saw it first!"

Fang Xuan stayed for a while and immediately felt that something was wrong. He looked at Shui Bing'er with a vigilant expression hugged the white knife tightly and refused to let

go.

Shui Bing'er grabbed his beloved knife openly, which is tolerable!

Fang Xuan was sullen and was about to argue with Shui Bing'er.

Who knew that the latter looked at him with idiotic eyes: "I bought it for you!"

Fang Xuan's body stiffened, and his expression gradually became serious, he stared into Shui Bing'er's eyes categorically, "I have no money to pay you back!"

"Who wants you to pay it back!"

Shui Bing'er gave Fang Xuan a white look and whispered: "This sword is 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 it's all gone, the money is gone!" Shui Yueer was crying.

Fang Xuan was very happy to get a good sword without spending a gold soul coin, and couldn't help but develop some good feelings for Shui Binger in his heart.

"Old madman, what is the name of this sword ?" He looked at the old madman in front of the stove curiously.

"White sword· Shadow blade!" the old madman said quietly.

'Shadow blade...'

Fang Xuan stroked the blade that was bright as snow with some affection. The Shadowless Sword seemed to give birth to spirituality. The blade trembled slightly, sending out a clear sword moan.

With this good sword in hand, his strength should undoubtedly increase greatly.

Although he is only a soul master now, with his exquisite sword-drawing technique, he can fight against the Soul Expert powerhouse. Now there is this essence sword without a

doubt, which is undoubtedly even more powerful.

Roughly estimating, he felt that he could compete with the 30th-level second-ring great spirit master at the maximum, but he was still not the opponent of the soul expert.

When a spirit master reaches level 30, he can absorb a thousand-year-old spirit ring and break through to the realm of a soul expert.

The improvement brought about by the thousand-year spirit of the ring was huge, and this kind of strength gap could be easily made up.

Soul ring...

Thinking of the spirit ring, Fang Xuan couldn't help but flash in his eyes.

Duplicating soul spirit couldn't absorb a spirit ring, he was still somewhat regretful.

Fang Xuan calmly inserted the blade into the scabbard and then pinned the Shadowless sword to his waist. Due to the iron essence, this sword was twice as heavy as an ordinary iron sword, but he felt that he was very handy when he picked it up.

"By the way, old madman, the weapon I asked you to build last

time, is it ready?"

He suddenly thought of something and looked at the old

madman with expectation.

At this time, under the beating of the old madman, the rough iron embryo gradually became slender and thin, and it had begun to take on the appearance of a knife.

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

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

Fang Xuan didn't bother the old madman but stood quietly to observe. This was the first time he saw the complete sword-making process, and today he has gained knowledge.

When the sword was finished, the old madman's sweaty hands wiped his torn cotton jacket, and walked to the left side of the cabinet silently, and clanged over the cabinets.

Finally, he turned out a black box and handed it to Fang Xuan:

"This is what you ordered."

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

This belt is made of ordinary leather, and it does not seem to have any special features, but when Fang Xuan gently pulls the iron buckle on the belt.

An extremely thin and soft sword was immediately exposed, extremely sharp, and the terrible chill emanating from the blade could be felt from a long distance away.

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

"You are so young, you have a lot of enemies..."

The old madman glanced at Fang Xuan and said pointedly.

"Safety first!"

Fang Xuan calmly wrapped the black belt around his waist and

asked the old madman: "How much is it?"

"Forget it, I earned 200,000 today, and this belt will be given to

you." The old lunatic said.

"Thank you then." Fang Xuan was not polite.

"Goodbye old madman, I hope that next time I come, you are not

old enough to enter the coffin ..."

Before leaving, Fang Xuan looked at the old lunatic's face, put

down these words, and then left the forge with sisters.

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

"Old, am I really that old?"

After a long silence, he looked at his mostly white hair,

and said sadly: "I'm not even forty yet..."