The Nine Godheads

"I am coming to me!" Hong Xiaobao was excited: "Have fifty Lingjing?"

When listening to Hong Xiaobao's words, Chen Peng, Chen Yu and Su Tian suddenly frowned, Chen Yu said: "Hong boss is right, his weapon is not a commodity, you can not mess! This man is called sword mad, is the sword house People, arrogant, this sword does not know where to get it, it is not a product."

"Nothing is ok," Hong Xiaobao smiled and took his own pot backhand: "Who, come, try me... pot."

"what?"

A few people immediately turned around, they actually heard it clearly, but they all felt that they had got it wrong. When I looked back, I immediately burst into laughter.

"puff……"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Ah, this is amazing!"

"My God, to be honest, I have seen many odd-armed weapons in the battlefield for a few years, but today I still see the pot for the first time!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Hong boss, can't!" Chen Peng immediately frowned. Although he couldn't see the speciality of Hong Xiaobao's pot, the importance of this pot to Hong Xiaobao is self-evident. He didn't see him in a mountain. ? I immediately advised.

"No brother!" and Chen Yu immediately rushed. "You must not look down on the sword. Really, it looks unscrupulous, but it is definitely the best I have ever seen in Leiyin City." I’ve got the sword! I just looked at the outside and ate a big loss!”

"The best sword in Leiyin City? Oh... I love to listen to this." The sword mad voice that has been lazy and has not taken care of everyone is lazy, and the top of the palm top covers the big-faced face. It is very lazy. Looked at Hong Xiaobao, "Hey... my brother, to be honest, I also know someone who has spent a lot of money on a good Dan furnace. I always feel that I am a good fan, and I can be a shield and a stove. When you hammer, but let's be honest..." He spread his hand, "You and your pot... that's really not the piece."

"Ha ha ha ha! That is, this is the initiative to send money to the door!"

"I really see it today!"

Everyone is a sneer, Chen Peng and Su Tian are both frowning, how to say that Hong Xiaobao is also with them all the way, being laughed at by people is also somewhat hanged, and immediately want to go: "Hong boss, really, let's go ""

"Nothing is ok, afraid?" Hong Xiaobao held the pot in front of him, his fingers slammed a few times, the sound was crisp and crisp, and there was a long remaining sound.

"Hong boss, you must be a good pot, but this is a pot after all!" Chen Peng once again blocked, but did not listen to Hong Xiaobao to speak, but saw the sword frowning slightly raised.

"This voice...a little meaning." The sword smirked. "It’s already qualified to compete with the madness. What's the matter?"

"Frenzy...flying...outside..." Hong Xiaobao listened to the name of the sword. It was speechless. This name is really crazy and cool to the horizon!

Of course, others have self-reported their homes. He also reported the name of the pot: "Oh... my pot is called the black iron pot."

"What pot is coming?"

"Does this guy say that he made a pot with Xuan Tie?"

"Hahaha, cow! It's a cow! You don't have a cow!"

Everyone laughed, but Hong Xiaobao did not take it seriously. He said seriously: "Yes, pure black iron."

"Wow, hahahahaha!"

"Pure... pure pure black iron!! Have you heard it, pure black iron!!"

This Chen Peng Chen Yu Su sweet several people's face is a bit stretched, this "pure" word, blowing a bit too much! It’s just that it’s a side, it’s not something that can be broken down. It’s awkward at the moment, I don’t know what to do.

"Xuan iron pot?" The sword screamed at the roots and grass, and looked at Hong Xiaobao with great interest. Some self-satisfied patted the big sword next to him, and several people laughed at the side: "I am a sword mad, still some body, favorite. Collecting the soldiers, this is a mad fly, spending a full two hundred spirits, dare not say that the world is unique, at least in this Leiyin city is also difficult to find, but in total, but also participated in the ten pounds of black iron, and you But say that you are a mysterious iron pot? Or pure? Hehe... It’s ridiculous!"

"Two hundred spirits?" Everyone is shocked, this is definitely a local tyrant! With the income of the monks at the bottom of Leiyin City, the weapons worn are generally within the ten spirits. It is very good to bite the teeth to make the twenty-three spirits crystal. The monk’s sword is worth two hundred spirits. Even if it is called a soldier, it is ok.

When everyone looks at Hong Xiaobao again, it will be a bit contemptuous. If you edit some points, you can do it. You don't know how many black irons are there?

I saw the sword sneering and erected a finger: "First, this pot will definitely not be pure black iron. If it is such a big pot, its weight will be at least a hundred pounds or more. This is obviously the meat of the back pot. A person with a strong strength, carrying a sacred iron pot can not be as unbeatable as it is."

"Oh……"

"It makes sense!"

"Not bad!"

Everyone is secretly nodding, this person is not afraid to deal with weapons all day long, eyesight is extraordinary.

"Second!" Sword mad sneer: "The price of a pound of black iron is around twenty **, a hundred pounds of black iron, that has three thousand Lingjing! Do not say that I am a common monk, that is, the outside door, even if It’s a gentleman, there are a few who can get such a big Lingjing. This person is not here. Don’t say that it’s three thousand Lingjing. The people who can come out will only build the real gods. Sharp blade, instead of creating a pot..." The sword screamed: "I am afraid that a fool will do this kind of thing!"

"Yes! I don't think anyone will spend three thousand Lingjing to make a pot."

"Yes, that one or two pounds in the pot is a big deal. It’s impossible to have someone crazy to make a black iron pot."

"I think he is telling the truth? I have a friend who is in the blacksmith shop. He can say that yesterday, someone really made a pot of pure black iron."

"Pull it down! The blacksmith shop doesn't look at the usual honesty. When you touch something related to casting, you can blow an iron rod into a peerless soldier!"

"Say so much to do?" Sword mad hand slowly placed on the big sword, sneer: "True gold is not afraid of fire, this is not a weapon, come on!" Said very confidently A hair was placed on the blade and gently blown, and the hair became silent and turned into two sections on both sides of the sword.

A good artifact to blow hair!