Doomsday Sanctuary

"It's so boring! The second one first look!"

The old uncle looked at the three white-haired old men with red faces and red ears, and his beard jumped for a while. He was really angry with these three ineffective old things.

"Oh!"

The third child said reluctantly, but still reluctantly handed the saber to Shi Suzheng, who was in a hurry.

"Master Laidi, please sit down and make you laugh!"

The old uncle asked Di Ping to sit in a little embarrassingly.

Now he has even changed his name. He is no longer called Di Ping Xiaoyou, but as a master. These handicrafts, these inheritance craftsmen, are the most recognized standards for masters in the industry. Di Ping can create such a weapon, it is conceivable Knowing what level this casting skill has reached, he has somewhat degraded Di Ping's status as a master. Although he is young, he dare not call himself an elder. There is still some respect that he deserves.

"Old uncle, this is the younger generation of Zhesha! You can still call me Xiao Di or Di Ping. I really can't sit still if you are like this!"

Di Pingyan was embarrassed, and shook his head and waved his hand, calling himself a master, isn't this a joke?

Being called by an elder like that, I really can't sit still, let alone feel ashamed? What kind of master is you, if you are a master, would you still come here? Therefore, this title must not be taken.

"Haha! Good! That old man will give a big call to Xiao Di!"

The old man saw that Di Ping's attitude was firm and not like a fake, so he was not insisting either. He laughed and changed his words, but he was not calling the little friend anymore and changed to a closer little Di.

"Xiao Di, if you shouldn't ask, where did you learn this knife-making craft?"

The old uncle suddenly leaned forward and asked with embarrassment.

He knew it was inappropriate to ask others about the inheritance, but he couldn't help it, and could only ask brazenly.

"Old uncle, it's not that I didn't tell you, as long as you get to my base, you will understand!"

Di Pingyuan was embarrassed, and he groaned for a while before saying, he can't tell him that he is going to study in the base system workshop, right?

"Oh I see!"

The old uncle retracted his eager gaze slightly disappointed, and the two fell silent.

"Ding...."

Suddenly, a soft noise made the two silent people look up.

"Good knife! Really good knife! Too sharp?"

I saw Shi Suzheng holding up the knife and shouting excitedly, his face flushed with excitement, and the third uncle Shi Suli opposite him was holding a broken dagger in his hand, and it was still half on the ground. The tip of the knife, it seems that they are using the dagger to test the sharpness of the knife.

"The second child, why are you so reckless, what should you do if you hurt the blade?"

The old uncle's face sank when he saw this scene, and he whispered.

"Uncle, you don't see anything wrong with this blade! What material is it made of, it's too sharp? And it's too heavy, I've never seen this kind of material?"

Shi Suzheng didn't care about the old uncle's anger at all, but said excitedly, his eyes seemed to be sucked into the knife and couldn't be pulled out.

"Okay, how can someone with all white hair who is about to see the great-grandson be so reckless!"

The old uncle yelled at the old man irritably, then turned to look at Di Ping with oweness and said, "Xiao Di, look at this...?"

"It's okay old uncle, a few elders are happy to try it casually, this knife is still very strong and not so easy to break!"

Di Ping smiled slightly and waved his hand indifferently.

"Second brother, let me see!"

Regardless of whether the old uncle was really angry or fake, the three elders were completely ignored at this time, and their minds were all on the sword. The fifth uncle, who was anxious on one side, stepped forward to grab the sword.

"Xiao Di made you laugh!"

As soon as the old uncle saw it, he suddenly lost his temper. He looked at the three white-haired old men who were rushing into a ball, and had to smile bitterly at Di Ping.

"It's okay for the old uncle, the three seniors are also happy to see Lie, this is understandable!"

Di Ping smiled slightly and said indifferently, he also thought it was funny, the three old men robbed like children, he was not afraid of knife damage, and even more afraid that these three would hurt himself by losing their hands.