"What is there to thank for raising your hand?"
The old man waved and sighed lightly. "What weapons do you want to buy when you come to my shop?"
"sword!"
Li Xuandao’s swordsmanship has already reached its peak.
Now that he is reborn, it is natural for him to choose a weapon that he is most familiar with to prevent accidents.
Sting!
With a wave of his hand, the old man threw the iron plate of the stove into the water, and white smoke billowed, followed by a sword with three fingers wide, cold and radiant.
"I don’t think you have much money in this outfit, but you are so interesting that you can see through my strength at a glance and give you this sword, but you have to keep it a secret for me."
The old man handed the sword to Li Xuandao, but Li Xuandao frowned and shook his head.
"What’s wrong with this sword?"
The old man looked up and asked
"It’s not bad, it’s rubbish!"
Li Xuandao, the emperor of the cracked vault, not only reached the peak of swordsmanship, but also had a deep study of kendo.
He was surprised that the fairy sword was the top fairy device, and his natural eye was very high.
The sword made by the old man is excellent for mortals, but for Li Xuandao, it has some insufferable defects.
"You seem to have a lot of research on kendo."
The old man’s face showed a trace of interest. "Then tell me how this sword is rubbish?"
"The forging technique of this sword is probably excellent, but you are upset and uneasy, which leads to the unbalanced pattern of this sword, so this sword is not only rubbish but also a failure."
Li Xuandao light way
"Interesting!"
The old man’s eyes sparkled with bright divine light. "You can see this enough to show your accomplishments in kendo, so I’ll give you a better sword to save you from calling me stingy."
With a flick of the old man’s finger, a box immediately fell from the roof.
Box hit an aggressive firm but gentle head-on came more than ten cold light shining sword handle caught Li Xuandao’s eye.
But this time Li Xuandao frowned again.
"What’s wrong with these swords?"
The old man picked his eyebrows and was a little unhappy.
"These swords are ok, but I don’t like them."
Li Xuandao turned his head and looked around at the weapon rack.
"Do you choose a sword or a Taoist partner? Do you still have to find a favorite?"
The old man was suddenly enraged.
"Choosing a sword is to choose a fighting partner. Don’t be careless. You must not only find someone you like, but also find someone that suits you."
Li Xuandao reached the corner of the weapon rack and squatted down to pick up a dusty sword.
This long sword is full of gray, even if it wipes off the dust, it is gray as if it were covered with dirt.
"This handle."
Li Xuandao pulled out a long sword and it turned out to be a broken arrow blade with a handle that had already broken.
"Are you sure?"
The old man looked at Li Xuandao strangely. "This sword has been left there for ten years and no one has ever looked at it. Why would you choose this sword?"
"Nothing because I like it."
Li Xuandao stroked broken arrow’s mysterious sword face with a faint smile.
"This is a broken arrow. It’s rubbish. Are you sure you don’t want to change it?"
The old man asked again
"Dead old man, if this sword is really rubbish, why do you seal it?"
Li Xuandao casually threw broken arrow in front of the old man and said, "Cut the crap. I want this sword, but please unseal this sword face seal for me before leaving."
"You … you actually saw the seal?"
The old man suddenly stare big eyes incredible looked at Li Xuandao.
"Nonsense, my eyes are not blind!"
Li Xuandao turned supercilious look.
"good!"
The old man took a deep breath and clenched his teeth, which seemed to decide something. "Good weapons often have Bole, but not often. It’s your fate that you can see this treasure. I’ll help you unseal it."
The old man picked up the gray broken arrow and stretched out his right hand. broken arrow Jianfeng gently wiped it.
The gray of the blade quietly disintegrated, revealing the dazzling light, which made the whole blacksmith shop shine brightly.
"Good sword!"
Li Xuandao held a broken arrow and waved it gently, and there was a tearing scream and the whole shop echoed.
"Excalibur is broken and dusty, but one day I will recast you!"
Li Xuandao looked down at broken arrow with a full face of love.
Buzz, buzz!
Suddenly, broken arrow gave off a caper and sword sound with a slight shock.
The whole blacksmith’s sword and light department is dim. It seems that they dare not compete with broken arrow.
"This … how is that possible?"
The old man was surprised and his face was extremely surprised.
This sword has been used by itself for decades, and it has never been like this. Why does it emit such a cheerful sword sound in Li Xuandao’s hand?
"Does this sword of the dead old man have a name?"
Li Xuandao played the piano and broken arrow Jian Ming finally faded away.
"You should treat the sword name mark well."
The old man looked at the sword with gentle eyes, just like looking at his daughter.
"Don’t worry, I will cherish it."
Li Xuandao will mark a sword hanging waist head turned away and never looked back.