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"You? Who is it? I can't see clearly."

Ying Zixuan's back was facing the moon, and the person didn't light the lamp, so her facial features were as if covered with a layer of tulle, making people look unreal.

"I, Ying Zixuan."

The man's body stiffened visibly to the naked eye, and then he rubbed his eyes viciously, as if to confirm whether the man in front of him was hallucinating.

"No, why are you here?"

Ying Zixuan still spoke in that calm and calm manner, with a comfortable smile on his face, feeling a little like a spring breeze.

"Okay, okay, you old man, don't come here and tell me what you are doing here today."

"Would you like me to come in and have a seat?"

The man didn't mean anything, and sarcastically retorted: "Don't dare, I'm afraid that my small temple can't accommodate your big Buddha."

"It's serious."

The man reluctantly went in and lit a candle, and the room was immediately illuminated.

The room is not big, and the furnishings are very simple. There is a small bed, a small table and a few chairs on top of the bed, and a very large cabinet, which occupies almost the entire room. Half of the area, there is a faint smell of rust in it, but it is not strong.

Ying Zixuan chose a chair and sat down on his own, squinting his eyes as he looked at the furnishings around him.

"Otherwise you just leave with me, so as not to stay here and suffer."

"Zuzuzu, there's no need for that. I was born to suffer. I can't and can't enjoy your wealth."

"Tell me why you came to see me in the middle of the night."

Ying Zixuan smiled.

"I've stayed here for a long time for nothing, and suddenly remembered that I have an old friend of yours doing business here, so I wanted to see what's wrong?"

The man laughed angrily, probably there are no normal people who would come to visit in the middle of the night, he waved his hand and said, "If you have anything to do, just tell me directly, I still want to go back to sleep."

"Then I'll say it." Seeing that the time had come, Ying Zixuan was no longer polite.

"You should still have that sword in your hand, right?"

Although it was a questioning tone, the expression on his face seemed unquestionable.

Hearing this sentence, the man froze instantly, and pulled the corner of his mouth as if he didn't know what he was talking about.

"Which sword are you talking about? I have so many here, so you can pick whatever you want."

In fact, I was almost scolding my mother in my heart, how did he know about the sword, fuck, which dogleg said that, this old man must break his leg if he knows, and he will chew people's tongues behind his back in a day, this kind of person Dead is also a hanged ghost.

Ying Zixuan smiled and narrowed his eyes, a golden light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"You know which one I'm talking about, so don't keep it up."

The man wanted to cry but had no tears: "Yes, what do you want?"

"I want it."

"What." The man's eyes were blank, as if he had lost his soul.

"I said I would."

"No."

"Do you know how much effort it took me to come up with something like that?"

How can this dog be cheap? Of course, he didn't have the guts to say the last sentence. This person's temper is very clear to him. Before he provoked him, he had a pleasant appearance, as if he was a smiling tiger to everyone, but after he provoked him, he would not Sure, I can't wait to peel off your skin.

"Give me a price."

Ying Zixuan knew what he looked like a long time ago, so he was not in a hurry for a long time, and just looked at him eagerly.

"Wealth can't be moved, and might can't be bent. Do you think I'm that kind of person." Stretching your neck is death, shrinking your neck is death, it's better to just say it clearly and let it go.

"It's impossible for me to give you the sword, but I can give you the rest at will, just that one, it's impossible."

"Do you think I can see anything else?"

As soon as these words came out, the anger in that person's heart was ignited, and he gave him a hard look with his eyes: "What do you mean? Do you know that my money is hard to find, so (money) is that One is better but the rest is not bad."

But I know in my heart that that sword should be the pinnacle of my life, and it is absolutely impossible to create another sword that is exactly the same as that sword.

"It's just a literal meaning. You can just tell me how to give me that sword. If you keep it, it's useless anyway. It's better to give it to me and let him accompany me to kill the Quartet. From now on, if the sword becomes famous How about a credit for you."

"No need, let you down. I'm not the kind of person who is greedy for vanity." But I still kept a thought in my heart, the sword must be matched with a good person, and the one that wins the person with the sword is a priceless treasure, otherwise it is equivalent to a Heap of scrap iron.

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Chapter 470 Gloomy! 【Ask for full order and custom】

"you sure?"

The man watched his increasingly gloomy face and swallowed helplessly.

"Sure." But the momentum was weaker, and the expression on the face of a wrinkled old man looked a little funny.

"An object has a price, let's make an offer."

"Okay, okay, let me think about it."

Ying Zixuan nodded slightly towards him, as if listening and respecting him.

Soon there were countless thoughts in that person's mind. To be honest, it is of course very good to give this sword to Ying Zixuan, at least it is much better than other people. I have known him for decades. It can also be regarded as self-righteous, knowing the bottom line, being extremely kind to one's own people, and being as ruthless as possible to others.

Nearly half an hour later, the man finally nodded in agreement under Ying Zixuan's menacing gaze.

"However, you have to promise me a few requests. First of all, you can't use it to do evil. Otherwise, it would be an insult to my sword. Second... this sword must be given to someone with 810 powers, so don't waste him."

Ying Zixuan nodded on the surface, but what he thought in his heart was that if the things are given to me, they will be mine, and it is not up to me to decide what to do.

The old man stood up and moved to the big cabinet step by step. Every step was extremely difficult. Finally, he found a box about a foot long in a pile of broken copper and iron. something special.

But at the moment where he went, he could clearly feel the roaring sound coming from the box, the sound was not loud but refreshing.

Everyone put the box on the small table, acting extremely carefully as if treating some rare treasure, and he slowly opened the box with extremely obvious enthusiasm in his eyes, as if treating his own life.

The contents of the box were all black, the sword wall was engraved with simple and beautiful patterns, the blade shone with white silver light, and the fiery red hilt seemed to be wrapped in some animal's fur.

But looking at the saber as a whole, it was very unusual. Ying Zixuan picked up the saber, waved it in the air a few times, and soon there were bursts of sword cries in the air.

Even Ying Zixuan had to admit that it was indeed a good sword.

If it spreads out, it must be worth a lot of money. Thinking of it this way, I feel better. I looked at the person with a suspicious face and said, "What do you want?"

The man was not polite after losing such a big time, he swept his whole body up and down and finally said: "Is that space ring of yours still there?"

I was asking him this the last time we met, but he didn't have the slightest intention to give it to me and kept wasting it. Today is considered to be a chance.

What's more, his interspatial ring is already valuable, so this wave is not a loss.

Ying Zixuan took out the things from his arms and threw them to the person casually, saying: "Since this is the case, I won't bother you. Let's meet again next time."

The man caught the ring, played with it in his hand for a while, but didn't take his words to heart and waved it casually: "Yeah, go, go."

After Ying Zixuan returned to Fudie, they should all be asleep at this time, and walked gently to Zhao Gao's room, he was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his delicate white cheeks seemed to be shining under the moonlight , Ying Zixuan couldn't help poking his face with his hand, but he didn't wake him up, put the sword in his hand on the head of his bed and left

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Gao woke up leisurely, and suddenly saw something on the head of the bed. The sporadic drowsiness in his mind disappeared in an instant, and he helped him get up, took the sword in his hand, removed the scabbard, and looked at the sword. The love in his eyes could no longer be hidden, he quickly got up and ran out with the arrow in his arms, walked to Ying Zixuan's room and saw that he was still asleep, his movements became clearer, and his heart softened when he saw his face.

In the end, he still couldn't hold back the joy in his heart and took a look at the sword again.

But what he didn't know was that Ying Zixuan had already woken up the moment he came in, and he had a panoramic view of his every movement, rubbing his eyes and pretending to look at him as if he had just woken up His face asked softly: "How is it, do you like it?"

Zhao Gao nodded heavily: "I like it."

"That's good."

When I started to set off in the afternoon, Gao still told him to hold the money in his palm and refused to let it go for a moment.

The nine-tailed fox looked at the sword in his hand and jumped up instantly.

"Master, you really don't love me anymore if you don't give it to him." He said with the same aggrieved look.

"Didn't you give that thing to you today?"

"Hmph, that's because of Fire Dragon's elm head, otherwise the master wouldn't be thinking about me."

Ying Zixuan had a headache for a while, and he couldn't do anything with him, so he hurriedly urged: "Let's go."

Zhao Gao quickly turned into a dragon and squatted down in front of Ying Zixuan and said, "Brother, let's go."

"You...Zhao Gao, what do you mean by that? Sure enough, if he does, he can only sit on me. Why are you in the way here?"

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Chapter 470: The Arabian Nights! 【Ask for full order and custom】

"You? Are you sure you can fly?"

Just because foxes are animals on land, it is simply a fantasy to fly. These words directly blocked the nine-tailed fox, and suddenly became angry.

"So what if you can't fly? And the fire dragon? It's not your turn."

"Okay, okay, I'll do it for him, ~ you go to Fire Dragon Girl."

Resolutely defending Li still touched his nose with an aggrieved expression: "I'm afraid of crowding.-"

"Humph."

It was already midnight when we arrived at that place, and it was definitely not a very wise choice to enter this place when it was dark, so we finally decided to find a place to live and then enter that place tomorrow.

There is a small town not far from that forest. What is different from that forest is that this small town has a quiet and peaceful feeling. Although it is already night, there are still quite a lot of people in the town. Walking around, some places are still brightly lit and look like people coming and going, prosperous and prosperous.

But this reveals a very weird weirdness.

Ying Zixuan didn't care about so many students. After entering an inn, he went in. The little boy came out quickly when he saw people coming, looked at them and said, "You two guests, you should stay in the inn or eat."

As soon as I entered this place, the nine-tailed fox and the fire dragon turned into thumb-sized shapes, and they were playing wantonly on my chest at this time. On the bright side, there were only Zhao Gao and myself.

Ying Zixuan said: "If you live in a hotel, you need a room, two rooms."

The waiter in the shop glanced at Zhao Gao's face, as if he was thinking about which family's child is so beautiful. He heard him say two rooms, and looked suspicious that he had heard wrong. Such a young child wants to live by himself? Irresponsible now.