Douluo Dalu - First Slash

"Okay"

"How dare you lie to me!"

After knowing the truth, Shui Bing'er was furious and rushed to Fang Xuan's face.

Binger's eyes widened and he stared at the latter fiercely:

"You are not Li Changshou at all, but Fang Xuan!"

Fang Xuan's face was sullen and silent.

He had already hacked it as he wanted to, so what happened to lie to you again?

"Sister, were you saved by this guy? He doesn't have a martial spirit!"

With a full face of suspicion, Shui Yue'er walked over, with deep doubts in her words, and looked at Fang Xuan curiously, not believing that the prince of waste could save her sister.

What's wrong with no spirit?

'Didn't I still cut your sister without soul spirit'

'Believe it or not, I find a place where no one is there and stab you

Fang Xuan slandered for a while, at how displeased the sisters were.

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

When he walked to a willow tree with a crooked neck, Fang Xuan suddenly stopped, and looked up, at a dilapidated blacksmith's shop that appeared in front of him.

This blacksmith shop is dilapidated, the walls were cracked, the gray wall skin had mostly peeled off, and even the shop was slanted, it seems that it has not been repaired for at least ten years.

"Clang! Clang! Clang..."

As soon as I walked into the blacksmith's shop, there were rhythmic heavy noises, and the strong metal sounds made the eardrum hum!

Fang Xuan raised his eyes and saw that there was a forge in the middle of the shop.

With the pull of the windpipe, the flames in the hearth burst out.

The fire is booming now!

A gray-haired old man was standing in front of the fire, honing his weapon earnestly.

He looked fifty or sixty years old, with sunken eye sockets, and dry

skin. His tall body was wrapped in a tattered padded jacket, with a shaggy face, just like a savage who just walked out of the mountain.

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

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

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

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

Fang Xuan walked to the stove, slowly pulled out the saber around his waist, pointed at the uneven gap on the blade, and complained to the gray-haired old man, looking like a customer cheated by an unscrupulous merchant.

With the strengthening of the Ice Phoenix Martial Spirit, the power of his sword-drawing technique has skyrocketed, and the loss of the sword has become even greater.

When the frost blade was drawn out, this sword that had not been used for a long time had been damaged.

"Did you use a sword to cut a mountain!"

The old madman swept the waste knife that Fang Xuan took out, and couldn't help frowning, and said,

"I also said that I am an old madman. I think you are a complete little madman!"

"I'll return this broken sword to you, and add another five gold soul coins. Give me a new one"

Fang Xuan said with a thick face.

The old madman shook his head and crawled his calloused fingers to the left wall. On the blackened wall of the forge, there was a square sign with two couplets written on it.

Policy 1: No warranty and no return.

Policy 2: Both the money and the goods are cleared, and there is

no refund.

"Cut, it's no wonder your broken shop has no business, just the service attitude, who will..."

Fang Xuan couldn't help but curl his lips. Originally, he wanted to add some money to trade the old for the new. It seemed that this old guy didn't have any business sense.

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

Looking across the finished knives placed on the knife holder, he saw the cold light flowing above the blade, blooming like a cold moon, looking particularly dazzling in the night.

His eyes couldn't help but brighten, and it seemed that he hadn't seen him for many days, and the old madman had made many good knives.

"Here you, ten gold soul coins, I have picked a new knife."

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

The old madman has always been taciturn and didn't say much.

He quietly put away his money and continued to fight with iron.

Swordsmanship!

That was Fang Xuan's biggest support in the Douluo Continent.

Generally speaking, when facing the enemy, the knife must be pulled out of the scabbard in advance to face the enemy and be pre-emptive.

On the other hand, Fang Xuan's sword-drawing technique is just the opposite.

He deliberately puts the sword into the scabbard and pulls it out instantly when the enemy strikes.

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

The principle of drawing a sword was to use this arc when drawing a sword to create an instantaneous explosive force. Its strength and speed were much greater than directly swinging a sword out of thin air. The pursuit is to kill with a single slash.

Looking at the many blacksmith shops in Tiandou City, only the Knives made by the old madman have the right arc and the blade is slender and tough, which best meets Fang Xuan's standard of drawing a sword.

All the swords placed on this knife stand were arcuate, both in length and sharpness.

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

Fang Xuan nodded in satisfaction after finishing his appreciation and raised his hand to grab a knife.

At this moment, he stopped moving, his eyes were completely

attracted by a knife in the corner.

"That is..."

His eyes lit up, he stepped to the corner of the wall, leaned down, picked up the knife lying quietly in the corner, and carefully observed it in front of his eyes.

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

"Om~"

He gently shook this white long knife and saw the blade rubbing against the air, and a clear sound like a dragon's roar quietly came out.

"Good knife!"

Fang Xuan stared at this white knife, with unconcealable surprises in his eyes, and said to the old madman who was immersed in the iron:

"Hey, I'll add ten more gold soul coins. Sell me this knife!"

"Humph!"

The old madman snorted coldly and said,

"You can take any of the other swords, I will not sell this sword even if you add 100,000 gold soul coins!"

"One hundred thousand gold soul coins!"

Fang Xuan gritted his teeth and stared at the old lunatic.

This was the largest amount he had, and it had just been searched(robbed) from Li Lingtian's body.

The old madman shook his head again and said:

"This sword is not good, but it contains iron essence. This is the best sword I made this year. It has barely squeezed into the level of a Essence sword"

"Essence sword!"

The light in Fang Xuan's eyes became even hotter, clinging to this white blade without letting it go, full of longing for this precious Essence sword.

He lacked a handy weapon right now, and the blade in front of him

was the one he dreamt of.

"Stop pushing it, make a price!" He stared at the old madman without blinking, determined to buy the sword.

"For the sake of our acquaintance, 200,000, you take it away!"

The old madman said lightly.

"Two hundred thousand... why the hell don't you just grab it?"

The corners of Fang Xuan's mouth twitched violently, and he couldn't help but explode.

Although he was carrying the identity of a prince, he never possessed any power. He belonged to the lowest level of civilians in the Douluo Continent. Where could he get so much money?!

Well, let's be honest, Although this sword is worth two hundred thousand, he really can't get it out!

How to do...

Just as Fang Xuan frowned, a silver bell-like voice rang in his ears.

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