The knife is the craft of a primary school apprentice in the wooden shop in the east of the city. Although it is grinded out like the shape of the sword in the middle of the army, the burrs are still there, and there is no cleverness of the craftsmanship. The characters are terrible broken characters, which are as good as the child who is looking down on the beginning of the world. They can be called the ink-making craftsman who has a desire to retaliate against society.

For those who practice knives, love knives, and hide knives, this pair of things that look like a pair of double knives are not worthy of being called knives at all.

After practicing knife for many years, I love knife like a fool. The young man in the ink shirt who was hiding the knife was full of swords stared at the pair of things in his hand that were not worthy of being called a knife, and asked in a slightly accentuated tone: "Why is it me?"

"Do you still need to ask?" Sima Ling asked with a momentum with her waist on her back, "Who else is here who is a master of double sword specialization?"

The young man in the black shirt wanted to struggle for a while: "Last time your uncle came, he used a whistle stick..."

"Because you can't let the master use the whistle stick in this occasion today," Sima Ling still put her waist on her waist, explaining it with a little tempting, "My uncle said that Master Tianpeng learned the kung fu in the temple in Songshan that specializes in playing sticks. He took a fierce and powerful path. He would break it without using a few tricks of this kind of defective weapon. You can use your two swords to turn Liu Yefei on the ground-rolling path of the Yan family in Lingnan. Only by making good use of skill is the first choice to verify the quality of our weapons."

But after all, the girls deliberately ignored the most critical issue. They would choose the ink shirt that makes good use of skillfulness and manage Liu Yefei. The biggest reason is that the weapons they chose were of poor quality, and even the wood was the secondiest.

"Anyway," Sima Ling concluded, "it's like you all in front of our stall, but you don't know what the ramen we sell is. You are the guy who was chosen to try it out, so come on!"

Liu Yefei took a pair of wooden knives that were only worthy of throwing into the garbage dump and resolutely went to the battlefield, and would use his most passionate fighting will to hug the wolf with white saliva on his lips. His shoulders were the most eager gazes of the people under the Central Army, which made him feel deeply unbearable.

Looking at the giant wolf who rushed into the charge formation again to sweep the most elite soldiers of the Big Gun Mansion to the point of tilting, Liu Yefei bowed his waist slightly and used his most proud double-knife rolling start.

"Don't step on me, big stupid dog."

When Liu Yefei was preparing to touch the dog in real price, Wei Ye, wearing a blue shirt, sat cross-legged on the top of the peak, spread out an old bamboo slip on his knees, looking at the four-legged and bipedal animals at the foot of the mountain, and said softly: "You can't move faster? When the moon is in the middle of the sky, you haven't handled this stupid dog yet. Even if I don't do business, I will slip with a bell."

This sentence obviously underestimated the kung fu of the Yan family in Lingnan, and also underestimated Liu Yefei, who used the kung fu of the Yan family in Lingnan.

The giant claws pounced forward again, bringing up a lot of dust and blood, the broken blades and the broken long pole flew into the air, adding a few more corpses with broken arms and limbs to the vacant ground. The claws rose and fell, and Liu Yefei, who was mixed in the infantry team, rushed forward like a raccoon cat who discovered prey, and his two swords slanted on the huge wolf claws that were almost invulnerable to swords and guns.

The wooden knife hit the wolf claws like a pillar, making a slight sound like the previous weapons. However, at the moment when the wooden knife and the wolf claws intersected, a faint and clear light burst out from the originally dim and dim wooden knife. The clear light was so light and so weak, and its brightness was only comparable to those fireflies that could not be stored for many times in summer nights.

The original body of the clear light is eight words that are not good-looking.

"The way of heaven has no relatives, only good things are with you."

It is a word written on a wooden knife.

Even if you don’t know what the eight words that seem philosophical or even religious are from, even the most stupid people will think that these eight words are very powerful.

Because the clear light was fleeting, the wooden knife broke through the solid fur that should have been difficult to hurt by swords, bringing up a bunch of blood, and there was a burnt scent hidden in the smell of blood.

The giant wolf, who had been fighting with the Xiyuan Army for a long time but was traumatized, paused slightly, and the screams of a little pain, two parts surprised and seven parts angry, instantly resounded throughout the battlefield.

Wei Ye, who was sitting upright at the top of the peak, snorting gently, his fingers gently stroked the ancient bamboo slips on the knees, feeling the touch of "The way of heaven has no relatives, but kindness is only with the belly of the fingers", but his left hand patted the incomplete bluestone on the side of his body, and sneered: "Even the monsters that can easily burn the tomb-stopping text under the three-legged cat Wu Zhu Bu, find the right method to deal with. Although this stupid dog who has eaten too much is a little bigger, I believe that your big gun mansion is not the kind of silver-like gun tip that is not useful."

As a clerk in Shizhong Temple in Luoyang, Wei Ye has a rare knowledge of the books, a loose calligraphy, and a loose camp. No matter how you look, he is a waste of money who has been in trouble and gets money. However, at this moment, he leans against the head of the peak and is covered with wind as a cloak. When he is cold and quiet, it is really hard to find the sour and noisy laziness between his eyebrows and eyes.

Staring at the stalemate situation thoughtfully, he whispered with an unfathomable smile on the corner of his lips:

"Your uncle, I don't advertise the efficacy. If you can't seize the opportunity to criticize them at this time, it's really useless to spend so many days with Uncle."

As long as you have a little bit of awareness as a master, you will definitely not have the shameless expectation of expressing such vulgarity and philanthropy. The unfathomable Fang family temperament of the Qingshan Book School, who is well-versed in the art of the art, instantly fell all over the floor and couldn't even pick it up.

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Sima Ling sat peacefully, holding her chin and moving from the Taotie pattern on Zhao Yalong's chest to Shi Tianpeng's bald head.

"Although that man always has strange persistence in inexplicable places, he is an absolute expert in issues such as monsters and ghosts." The girl's voice had a strange and subtle sense of pride, and a slightly raised tone made Zhao Yalong, who was much older than her uncle, inexplicably missed the first crush who told him his brother's strengths when he was young and was full of longing.

"Expert...?" When talking about the experts who subdued demons and caught monsters, Zhao Yalong remembered the strange men in Luoyang City who were selling talismans everywhere. However, the next question, "Don't Ling is also burning incense at the Taoist altar of Taipingdao?" was promptly pressed back into his stomach from his throat. The scholars and priests of Taipingdao and the Dagu Mansion, which belonged to the Emperor's West Garden, were not the same people. From various perspectives, although they were also active under the sunshine and night in Luoyang, they were destined to confront the battlefield as an official army and a thief.

Just as he pondered for a moment, Sima Ling turned his head and turned his gaze to Liu Yefei, who was very clever in playing with a pair of wooden swords. The double swords of the Yan family in Lingnan are indeed very skillful. Liu Yefei's skills can be regarded as a famous sword master in the world. Unfortunately, the pair of wooden swords that are so rough that the heavens are angry and resentful are really not worthy of his skills.

"There is not much time left to think about and bargain, at least the master Zhao who looks very majestic."

As Sima Ling was filled with a tone of watching the show, as if she was annotating her words, the willow leaf flew into a blow, and her feet stomped in the lunge. The two swords turned into pricks at the same time, just facing the wolf claws that were covered with fierce force from his head.

The unknown principle of the wooden knife lit up again, accompanied by the sound of a soldering iron burning the flesh, a sound that should not have happened suddenly sounded in Liu Yefei's hand. If the scene at this moment could be frozen, you could probably see that the pair of wooden knifes were exposed to excessive pressure and distorted while the clear light was bursting out. Just like a country tutor hitting the wooden ruler on the book table when he was physically punishing a child, it was very unusual to break into several pieces of wood chips that were of no use.

Feeling the weight of the two swords in his hand suddenly lightened. Liu Yefei had not realized what had happened. His long-trained body had already shortened his body with a conditioned reflex instinct and rolled back, making a move that was perfect as a teaching example. Behind him, the Dare Warrior from the Big Gun Mansion, responded, and snatched Liu Yefei back from the extremely furious giant wolf claws.

Just now I saw a possible battle situation that changed from passive to active, and once again became a frustrated turtle that was a dog biting a mountain turtle.

As for the central army that entered the Dagu Mansion with the spirit of "not afraid of hardship and not afraid of death", Sima Ling, who was still selling inferior wooden knives seriously, was just looking at Zhao Yalong very seriously, just like "Look at you, I said it a long time, there is not much time for you to think, uncle." Such sarcastic words were written directly on their faces.

Zhao Yalong looked at Liu Yefei who was being persuaded by his subordinates in the distance, like a black cat that was comforting the hairy black cat, and also said from afar, "Give me my double swords! You must cut that fake and inferior weapon merchant into slices of meat and eat it!" and said childish and harsh words like Liu Yefei, who was finally unable to help but lower his head to look at the girl with unknown origin.

"The durability of that knife is too low and cannot last for a long time in high-intensity combat. If the weapons you provide are only of this level, then forget it."

"Because the one I took out just now is not a product, and the quality is of course poor. The authentic product is here." I don't know where I found a wooden stick with iron squid on both ends. Sima Ling leaned on the stick with one hand and said naturally, "When you try new flavors of instant noodles in the supermarket, will you be full at once? If you know about such a place, please tell me."

"How stingy and poor are your guardians so stingy that a little girl can speak such a line full of social bitterness?"

Shi Tianpeng deliberately ignored the dialogue that had no style of a lady in his ears and the demeanor of the Lord of the Big Gun Mansion. He reached out and grabbed the wooden stick with iron rings on both ends into his hand.

The girl was slightly stunned, then let go of her hand, letting the bald man who looked honest and honest, grab the wooden stick with one hand and play with a stick.

"This is an ash pole. You have to use fine matte and soak oil in the heart of ash tree over twenty years old to get such a piece. Zhao Touer, a good product."

With this good product, Zhao Yalong couldn't help but shake his head, muttering to himself, "If you are not a monk, you can buy things with a price, you will be like a monk." Then he rubbed his nose with the back of his hand and said quietly: "There are also good products of this level. I've made a full purchase at one time. Little girl, what price do your elders offer? Report it."

The girl thought for a while, stretched out her hand, and opened her five fingers: "This price?"

Zhao Yalong shook his head and handed back two fingers: "It's only worth this price."

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"It's only worth this price?" Wei Ye, who was sitting at the top of the peak, held the old bamboo slips, bounced his tongue "tsk" and reached out to his chin and scratched, "Is the bid too harsh at the beginning? Although this is also a huge sum, the Big Gun Mansion's capital has such a strong capital, so it wouldn't be bothering us. Besides, the only one who can help him now is us."

He pulled the ends of his hair hanging in his ears a little anxiously. Wei Ye finally sighed into the air and said, "We are unlucky. Let's take a step back and pay the price with the Big Gun Mansion again, so that they can add at least 20% of the price. This business will be settled."

After saying this, he lowered his head, looked at the people and wolves who were still fighting in a row, reached out and touched the iron sword on his back, and murmured in a low voice: "I need to make up for it at this time."

Wherever Wei Ye's eyes were seen, Liu Yefei, the manager of the Ink Shirt, who was used to using double swords, had already picked up a pair of wooden swords that were only one and a half feet long, rushed in front of the Da Gun Mansion's team again. Unlike the previous pair, which were all inferior trial products, this time, although the two swords in his hand were wood, they had a deep red color that penetrated the wood grain, and a slightly almost undetectable silver-white spots were projected from the edge of the wooden sword from time to time. Liu Yefei, who was used to playing with various long and short swords, had to admit that the pair of wooden swords danced more like a straight back-ring-headed sword made by skilled craftsmen. Even when cutting the fur of the giant wolf, the touch of the blade and flesh was even better than that of ordinary swords.

He rolled, his swords were wrong, and he shouted softly: "Monk, look at you!" Shi Tianpeng, who had been suppressing for a long time, roared, and the white wax pole with silver spots that were sometimes shiny from time to time was shining with the most direct and simple and rough tricks, directly facing the tip of the giant wolf's nose.

The giant wolf's howl instantly resounded through the Shura field where mortals and aliens were fighting against each other at the foot of Beim Mountain.

Zhao Yalong, who was sitting alone in the central army, sat on a stool with a golden sword, and was dedicated to the human auspiciousness of suppressing the army. He was clearly in a safe place supported by everyone, and listening to the wolf roar, he finally changed his face slightly and barely suppressed his mind like a flag. He looked up at the little girl who was temporarily guest-starring a weapon dealer beside him, but found that the girl who had just told him about the price was pale and absent-mindedly lowered her head, looking like excessive blood loss, and her hand was rubbing a beast-faced shield wrapped in iron.

After all, fighting in war is not as simple as playing games. Although the payment documents have been signed to this little girl, it is better to keep her here now. After this, it is safer to walk on the road.

Zhao Yalong thought this way, and his eyes turned to the battlefield again. He didn't notice that Sima Ling beside him was gently stroking the iron sheet on the beast-face shield over and over again. Every time his palm fell, some rust residue would fall off the originally smooth iron sheet. I don't know why the shield rusted so quickly in her hand.

"Can you finish it quickly? The gold energy I attached to those evil-suppressing weapons will return to myself within three moments. In this way, you really have nothing to do."
Chapter completed!