Douluo's first sword

Chapter 7 Famous Knife

"Okay! How dare you lie to me!"

After knowing the truth, Shui Bing'er was furious immediately, and quickly ran to Fang Xuan, her almond eyes widened, and she glared fiercely at the latter: "You are not Li Changshou at all, but Fang Xuan!"

Fang Xuan kept his face sullen and didn't speak because he was wronged.

He thought to himself that he had already chopped it off, so what if he lied to you again.

"Sister, are you really saved by this guy? He doesn't have a martial soul!"

With a face full of suspicion, Shui Yue'er came over, her words contained strong doubts, she looked at Fang Xuan curiously, and did not believe that this useless prince was capable of saving her sister.

What happened without Wuhun?

Didn't you still kill your sister without a martial spirit?

Believe it or not, I'll find a place where no one is around and chop you up too? !

Fang Xuan slandered for a while, this pair of sisters was not pleasing to the eyes.

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

Walking to a willow tree with a crooked neck, Fang Xuan suddenly stopped, looked up, and saw a dilapidated blacksmith shop in front of him.

This blacksmith's shop is really too dilapidated, the walls are severely cracked, the gray wall skin is almost peeling off, even the shop is slanted, it looks like it hasn't been repaired for at least ten years.

"Clang! Clang! Clang..."

As soon as he entered the blacksmith's shop, there was a series of rhythmic and heavy sounds, and the powerful metal impact made the eardrums buzz!

Fang Xuan raised his eyes and saw a flame oven placed in the middle of the shop. With the bellows being pulled, the flames in the furnace shot up.

Now the fire is booming!

A gray-haired old man was standing in front of the stove, forging a weapon selflessly.

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

However, his eyes were piercing, and he swung a hammer skillfully in his hand.

The high-raised iron hammer poured down like a waterfall, hitting the unformed iron embryo heavily, and sparks flew everywhere!

Each hammer was full of strength, causing the whole shop to tremble slightly.

"Old maniac, the quality of your knife is too poor. I've used it for less than two days and it broke again..."

Fang Xuan walked to the stove, slowly pulled out the saber at 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.

Under the strengthening of the Ice Phoenix Martial Soul, the power of his sword drawing technique has skyrocketed, and the damage to the sword has also become greater. When the ice knife is pulled out, this knife that has not been used for a long time has damaged another seven Seven or eight.

"Didn't you use a knife to open a mountain?!"

The old lunatic swept the useless knife that Fang Xuan took out, and couldn't help frowning, saying: "You also said that I am an old lunatic, but I think you are a complete little lunatic!"

"I'll return this broken knife to you, and add five more gold soul coins, so you can give me a new knife!" Fang Xuan said with a cheeky face.

The old lunatic shook his head, and pointed his callused big finger to the wall on the left, only to see a square sign hanging on the wall blackened by the furnace smoke, with two couplets written on it.

Shanglian: No warranty, no return.

The second line: money and goods cleared, no refund.

Hengpi: Love to buy or not to buy!

"Tch, it's no wonder you have no business in this shabby store. With this service attitude, who will come..."

Fang Xuan couldn't help curling his lips. Originally, he wanted to add some money to trade in the old for the new. It seems that this old guy really doesn't have any business sense.

However, although the old lunatic has a weird temper, his forging skills are top-notch.

Looking over the finished knives placed on the knife racks, I saw the icy light flowing on the blades, shining like a cold moon, which was extraordinarily dazzling in the dark night.

He couldn't help but his eyes lit up, it seemed that he hadn't seen him for a long time, and the old lunatic had made a lot of good knives again.

"Here, ten gold soul coins, I'll pick a new knife."

Fang Xuan took out ten golden soul coins and put them beside the stove, casually threw his useless knife into the corner, then stepped up to the knife holder, and carefully selected it.

The old lunatic has always been taciturn, didn't say much, silently put away the money, and continued to work hard.

Knife drawing!

This is Fang Xuan's biggest reliance in Douluo Dalu.

Generally speaking, when facing an enemy, one must pull out the knife from the scabbard in advance and use it to meet the enemy, paying attention to preemptive strikes.

However, Fang Xuan's knife drawing technique is just the opposite. He deliberately puts the knife in the scabbard and pulls it out instantly when the enemy strikes. What he pursues is to strike later!

Therefore, ordinary straight knives and machetes are not suitable for drawing knives. To perform drawing knives, the knife and scabbard must have a certain curvature.

The principle of the knife drawing technique is to use the arc when drawing the knife to create an instant explosive force, whose strength and speed are far greater than directly swinging the knife out of thin air, and the pursuit is to kill with one knife!

Looking at the many blacksmith shops in Tiandou City, only the knives made by the old lunatic here have just the right arc, and the blades are slender and tough, which best meet Fang Xuan's standards for drawing knives.

The knives placed on this knife rack are all long knives with a certain arc, whether it is length or sharpness, they are all superior.

And the price is considered fair, it has always been ten gold soul coins, and the price has never been raised maliciously.

After Fang Xuan finished appreciating it, he couldn't help but nodded in satisfaction, and raised his hand to grab a knife.

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

"That is……"

His eyes lit up, he stepped up to the corner, bent down, picked up the knife lying quietly in the corner, and put it in front of his eyes to observe carefully.

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

"Om~"

He waved the white long knife lightly, only to see the blade rub against the air, and a clear sound like a dragon's chant quietly came out.

"Good knife!"

Fang Xuan stared at the white knife, with unconcealable surprise in his eyes, and said to the old lunatic who was working hard: "Hey, I will add ten more gold soul coins, sell me this knife!"

"Humph!"

The old lunatic snorted coldly, and said: "You can take the rest of the knives as you like, but you won't sell this knife even if you add another hundred thousand gold soul coins!"

"One hundred gold soul coins!"

Fang Xuan gritted his teeth and stared at the old lunatic. This was the largest amount he could give so far, and it was just obtained from Li Lingtian's corpse.

The old lunatic shook his head again, and said: "This knife is not good, it is mixed with iron essence. This is the best knife I have made this year, and it has barely squeezed into the famous knife level!"

"Famous knife!"

The light in Fang Xuan's eyes became even hotter, he tightly hugged the white sword and did not let go, full of longing for this precious famous sword.

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

"Stop the ink, let's make an offer!" He stared at the old lunatic without blinking, determined to buy the knife.

"For the sake of our acquaintance, 20, you take it away!" The old lunatic said lightly.

"20...why don't you fucking grab it?!"

The corner of Fang Xuan's mouth twitched violently, and couldn't help but swear.

Although he bears the identity of a prince, he has never possessed any power. He is basically a commoner at the bottom of the Douluo Continent. Where can he get so much money? !

Well, to be honest, although this knife is really worth 20 yuan, he really can't get it out!

How to do……

Just when Fang Xuan was frowning, a voice like a silver bell rang in his ears.

"20 gold soul coins, I bought it!"

(End of this chapter)