"Okay! How dare you lie to me!"

After knowing the truth, Shui Binger was furious and ran to Fang Xuan quickly. Her eyes widened and she stared at the latter fiercely: "You are not Li Changshou at all, but Fang Xuan!"

Because of the inappropriate reason, Fang Xuan kept his face tight and refused to speak.

He thought to himself that he had cut all the time, what if he had lie to you again?

"Sister, have you really been saved by this guy? He has no martial soul!"

With a full face of suspicion, Shui Yue'er walked over, with deep doubts in her words. She looked at Fang Xuan curiously, not believing that this useless prince had the ability to save his sister.

What's wrong with no martial soul?

Without martial souls, wouldn’t you still cut off your sister?

Believe it or not, I will find a place where no one is going to kill you?!

Fang Xuan complained inwardly that the sisters were disliked no matter how they looked at them.

Time is precious, and he doesn't want to continue to get entangled with the second daughter, so he walked towards the end of the street without saying a word.

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

This blacksmith shop is too dilapidated, the walls are severely cracked, and the gray walls are almost all gone, and even the shop is slanted, and it seems that it has not been repaired for at least ten years.

"Clang! Clang! Clang..."

As soon as I walked into the blacksmith shop, there were heavy rhythmic sounds coming, and the powerful metal impact made the eardrums buzz!

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

The fire is booming now!

A gray-haired old man stood in front of the stove, honing his weapons selflessly.

He looked fifty or sixty years old, with deep eye sockets, dry skin, very old, his tall body wrapped in a tattered cotton jacket, and his unshaven face, he looked like a savage who had just walked out of the mountains.

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

The raised iron hammer poured down like a waterfall, hitting heavily on the unformed iron embryo, sparks splashing everywhere!

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

"Old madman, your knife is of poor quality. I have used it for less than two days and it is broken again..."

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

With the strengthening of the Ice Phoenix Martial Soul, his sword drawing technique has increased its power and the loss of the sword has become even greater. When the Ice Sword was pulled out, the knife that had not been used for a long time was damaged again.

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

The old madman swept the useless knife that Fang Xuan took out, and couldn't help but frown and said, "I also said I am an old madman. I think you are a complete little madman!"

"I'll return this broken knife to you, add five more golden soul coins, give me a new knife!" Fang Xuan said with a thick face.

The old madman shook his head, and pointed his big calluses at the left wall. On the wall that was blackened by the stove, there was a square sign hanging with two couplets written on it.

First line: No warranty, no return.

The second couplet: Both money and goods are cleared, no refund will be made.

Horizontal draft: If you like to buy, don’t buy!

"Tsk, no wonder you have no business in this broken store. Just this service attitude, who will..."

Fang Xuan couldn't help but curl his lips. He was originally thinking of adding some money to trade the old for new ones. It seemed that this old guy really had no business mind.

However, although the old madman has a strange temper, his forging skills are first-class.

My eyes swept over the finished knives placed on the knife holder, and I saw a cold and cold light flowing on the blade, shining like a cold moon, and it looked particularly dazzling in the darkness.

His eyes lit up. It seemed that after a few days of sight, the old madman had created many good knives.

"I'll pick a new knife for you, ten golden soul coins."

Fang Xuan took out ten golden soul coins and placed them next to the stove, threw his waste knife into the corner, then walked to the knife holder, and carefully selected it.

The old madman has always been taciturn and said nothing. He silently put away the money and continued to bury his head.

Sword drawing technique!

This is Fang Xuan’s biggest reliance on Douluo Continent.

Generally speaking, when facing an enemy, you must pull the knife out of the scabbard in advance to fight the enemy, and take the initiative to take the initiative.

Fang Xuan's sword drawing technique is exactly the opposite. He deliberately puts the knife in the scabbard and pulls it out instantly when the enemy attacks, and pursues a back-attack!

Therefore, ordinary straight knives and machetes are not suitable for sword drawing. If you want to use sword drawing, you must require the knife and scabbard to have a certain arc.

The principle of the sword drawing technique is to use this arc when drawing the sword to create an instant explosive force, whose strength and speed are much greater than swinging the knife out of thin air, and what you are pursuing is to kill with one knife!

There are many blacksmith shops in Tiandou City, only the swords made by the old madman are just right in arc, with a long and tough blade, which is most in line with Fang Xuan's standard for drawing swords.

The ones placed on this knife holder are all too high-quality swords with a certain arc, and they are all excellent in terms of length and sharpness.

And the price is fair. It has always been a handful of ten gold soul coins, and it has never maliciously raised the price.

After Fang Xuan finished appreciating, he couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand and grabbed a knife.

At this moment, his movements stopped and his eyes were completely attracted by a knife in the corner of the wall.

“That’s…”

His eyes lit up, he walked to the corner of the wall, bent down, picked up the knife lying quietly in the corner of the wall, and placed it in front of him to observe carefully.

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

"Buzz~"

He gently waved the long white knife, and saw the blade rubbing against the air, and a clear sound as if it was a dragon roar.

"What a knife!"

Fang Xuan stared at the white knife, with unconcealed surprises surging in his eyes, and said to the old madman who was burying his head and said, "Hey, I'll add ten more golden soul coins, I'll sell this knife to me!"

"snort!"

The old madman snorted coldly and said, "You can take the rest of the knife as you like. If you add this knife, you won't sell it if you add another 100,000 gold soul coins!"

"One Hundred Golden Soul Coins!"

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

The old madman shook his head again and said, "This knife is not good, it is mixed with iron spirits. This is the best knife I have built this year, and it has barely squeezed into the level of famous swords!"

"Famous sword!"

The light in Fang Xuan's eyes became even hotter. He hugged the white knife tightly and did not let go. He was full of desire for this precious sword.

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

"Stop moji, please offer a price!" He stared at the old madman without blinking, and made up his mind to buy this knife.

"For the sake of our acquaintance, you can take it away with 200,000!" the old madman said lightly.

"Two hundred thousand... why the hell are you not going to grab it?!"

Fang Xuan's mouth twitched violently, and he couldn't help but swear.

Although he was so arrogant that he had the identity of a prince, he had never had any power. He was basically the lowest-level civilian in Douluo Continent. Where can he get so much money?!

Well, to be honest, although this knife is really worth 200,000, he really can't take it out!

what to do……

Just as Fang Xuan was frowning, a silver bell-like sound rang in his ears.
Chapter completed!