Doomsday Sanctuary

"Old uncle, I can't guarantee anything else, but I can make a guarantee on this matter. If you can't satisfy everyone, I promise to personally **** you back!"

Di Ping stood up straight down, his eyes firm and strong voice assured.

"Then! My little friend, let us show it!"

The old uncle was not very happy at this time. He thought that this young man was very good, but he was a little disappointed at this time. He felt that Di Ping was bragging, or too impetuous.

"Old uncle, please see how this weapon is!"

Di Ping's heart moved, and suddenly a Wujin sword appeared in his hand, and now he didn't care about shocking the world, and he had lost his money in order to win a few people.

"Om..."

As soon as the knife appeared, it struck the air with a buzzing sound like a dragon.

"how......"

The three elders, including the old uncle, all stood up with horror on their faces. They looked at the shiny black war knife that suddenly appeared in Di Ping's hands, and they were speechless in shock.

"This is magic?"

For a long time, the few people were relieved, staring at Di Ping with surprise in their eyes, muttering to themselves as if they were making excuses for comforting themselves, but the eyes of the few people were attracted by the Ujin sword in Di Ping's hand.

"Good knife!"

At this moment, Uncle Wu suddenly exclaimed, staring at the sword in Di Ping's hand with excitement, his voice changed a little.

They are all good forging swordsmen, and they know what a good sword is best. The sound of this sword is pure and crisp, and it is not a realm that cannot be reached by ancient artifacts. How can this not let their hearts be moved.

"Little friend, can you take a look at the old?"

The old uncle was also staring at the saber at this time, and he refused to leave, and asked excitedly.

"of course can!"

Di Ping smiled indifferently, and handed it forward with the revolving blade of the knife. What was the purpose of taking out this knife by himself, and I won't show you how to get you hooked.

"Good! Good!"

The old man relented with excitement, and then stretched out his trembling hand to take the saber in Di Ping's hand, while the other three old guys breathed quickly, and their eyes were full of longing when they looked at the saber.

Di Ping didn't dare to let go for the first time. The weight of the knife was 70 or 80 catties. He was afraid that his old uncle would be too old to hold it.

"Good weight!"

Then the old uncle felt the heavy force sinking with the knife, and immediately showed horror on his face. He hurriedly increased his strength to stabilize. At his eighties, he was able to pick up a heavy knife of more than 80 catties. It can be seen that the strength of his youth was also amazing.

"锵....."

The old uncle put the knife up with some effort, and flicked the blade with his fingers, and a sound of gold and stone intersecting came out. The sound was clear and long, like dragons and tigers, echoing in the hall, making people's minds also agitated.

"Good knife! What a magic weapon! The old man has not lived in vain in this life, it is enough to see such a good knife in this life!"

The old uncle was holding the saber in both hands, his mouth was spitting, his expression was excited, his palm gently stroked the blade, as if he was stroking a piece of peerless porcelain, cautiously, Di Ping looked at the old man's excitement and worried that his heart could not stand and faint.

This sword is definitely not made by the craftsmanship of the earth. The Han sword before Di Ping is already considered the first-class level of earth craftsmanship, but compared with this Wujin sword, it is inferior to this level. It is incomparable at all. And know how these swordsmiths feel when they see such a good thing.

"Uncle... let me wait and see!"

At this moment, the three elders who were staring straight at the saber also urged in a hurry.

"Look at it too! I used to think that our craftsmanship is unparalleled in the world. Let's take a look at this. See if you are still complacent and dare to look down upon the people of the world?"

The old uncle withdrew his eyes from the sword very hard, and looked at the three old men in a deep reprimand, but he still passed the sword in his hand.

"Come and see!"

"Let me see first!"

"Don't grab me as your second brother, let me see first!"

"I'm the fifth brother and I should let me watch first!"

The three elders faced the saber and grabbed it, as if a child snatched a toy.