Chapter 3 Artifact Refining, I'm the Sword Master

With the casting of the artifact, Yang Bin's dog's kennel was also blown into a chicken coop.

At this time, Yang Bin was being blown into the blue sky, dressed as a shabby beggar.

"Damn it, why is this situation so familiar? Do I want to understand the Buddha's palm?"

It's just that Yang Bin didn't find that his right hand had a strange short blade.

That is the "flash" of Garona, who has seen the sun again. The whole flashed bright silver, and there was a faint white light.

It is more like a moon blade than a dagger. However, it is not as curved as the moon blade, and the overall weight also focuses on one side for maximum lethality. Coupled with the legendary Garona's amazing speed and arm strength, it is no wonder that it can achieve the effect of a hundred cuts.

Yang Bin, who fell rapidly from the sky, waved his arms randomly in the sky and was at a loss. But he didn't know that a flash had merged with his right hand. His right hand involuntarily made his body pose in the sky like Garona's possession: his body leaned straight, his legs straight and bent his legs, and his hands drew an X shape.

In an instant, the whole body unfolded softly like a dance, wielding an arc.

The air seemed to be torn, and there were more than a dozen burst cracks on the ground.

This is a flash of power.

One knife, a hundred cuts!

The strong impact caused the buffer, and Yang Bin fell to the ground without losing a hair.

But at this time, he did not panic because of the flash of power, but knelt down in front of the pile of ruins and burst into tears: "Nima! I don't even have a chicken coop now!"

However, although he didn't say anything, he was also shocked by the real magical power. At that moment, the name of the combat skill just now flashed in my mind: 100 cracks - the wind caused by the rapid impact of the body, and the use of a flash of control wind to achieve the effect of a hundred cuts.

But it is impossible to use the artifact without conditions, not to mention the use of a big move.

At this time, Yang Bin's strength seemed to have been drained. The right hand could no longer hold a flash, and countless small wounds appeared.

"Little bastard, your own strength is so poor that it's too early to use the artifact. Using artifacts consumes your own energy. This energy is related to fighting spirit and magic, but your fighting spirit and magic are scum. What you just hit consumed is your own physical strength. The price is too high for you, hahaha!" Burning the sky and refining furnace is gloating.

"God's evil! God, you are so sorry for me! Yes! We only have divine soldiers left to save our lives, but it's still a one-time one! How to use it without fighting spirit and magic!" Yang Bin is really embarrassing. God is too bullied!

"Hey, stop it. Well, after all, I also have a certain responsibility. It's because I have refined the magic soldiers too much that you can't use them. Well, I have a bodyguard elixir here, which should be able to withstand a flash of load in half an hour, but it should be impossible for you to use it more than once. Even my bodyguard elixir can't stand such a large load.

Burning the sky refining furnace is very stinky and bragging for himself, and he also became a good man.

After saying that, he spit out a golden elixir from his mouth.

Yang Bin was overjoyed that this old man really had a lot of treasures hidden from him. Since there was one, there were many. Although he had to rely on drugs to use artifacts, it was better than nothing.

At the entrance of the body protection elixir, Yang Bin immediately felt that his body was no longer weak. His body seemed to be full of strength, and the wound on his hand also stopped the blood.

"Good waist, legs and good health! Go up to the fifth floor in one breath! Thank you, old man." Yang Bin did a few morning exercises and got up from the ground.

"Hey, Uncle Furnace, I know you care about me the most. There must be a lot of that elixir, right? Hey, don't answer. I know. You must give me a few more when I come back!" Yang Bin said a lot to the burning furnace. Without waiting for the burning furnace to answer, he oiled the soles of his feet and slipped away.

Leaving the burning furnace was left speechless in the ruins.

Yang Bin didn't know that the bodyguard elixir was refined with the energy produced by the refining of the artifact. As an artifact, the multi-functional burning refining furnace was just refined by the way. There is no second one...

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"Huh? Boss, haven't you become an Ultraman? I also made a wish! Why did he become Hong Qigong again now? Or the African version! Boss, you are so awesome!" The little followers who had been waiting for a long time were surprised and happy, and now they worship Yang Bin even more.

"I don't want to explain anything about my lonely life. Let's go, lead the way, and let you see what loneliness is like snow.

Then he made a gesture that he thought was handsome.

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Inada Village.

"Well, we go down the mountain to collect the protection fees of your villages every time!" A strong man dressed in black-spotted leopard leather coat and had a beard like a bull, grabbed a thin and gray-haired old man and scolded.

"Mr. Fisk... You have tripled the tax this year... This year, everyone's collection is not good. We can't take out too much food at once! The villagers are counting on the remaining grain..." The old man is the head of the rice field village.

Unexpectedly, the strong man suddenly raised the old man and smashed the old man to the ground. The old man couldn't resist and was dying on the ground.

"Grass, haven't you been there? Do you still want to keep food? On this land, I am the king, and all the grain is mine. Do you still want to eat food? Haha, you can just eat turf. There are many on the mountain. I will reward you! Hahaha"

Fisk laughed insidiously. The villagers around him didn't know how many generations of Fisk had scolded for a long time, but none of them dared to say anything. Fisk's younger brothers were even more rampant. When they met the rebellious villagers, they beat them and robd them when they saw which one had food. There was nothing left, and there was no intention of making people alive at all.

The man was beaten and fled. The woman either hid or caught and flirted and tied up to take her to the mountain. The harmonious village is full of cries and sighs.

Fisk looked at a cart full of grain and four or five young and beautiful village women who were tightly tied and obediently. He said with satisfaction, "Well, it will be cheaper for you this year, remember! I will double the tax next year. If you don't give it, I will burn your village! But if you don't give it, it's okay to kill me. Hey, it's a pity that your village can't beat me, a bronze eighth-level axe fighter. Blame the man in your village for being too useless hahahaha!"

"Bronze Level 8? You piece of a loser! You don't deserve it in my eyes!"

When Fisk saw a beggar in the distance dared to provoke him, he asked angrily, "Who the hell are you!"

"I'm a swordsman!"

Son of a sudden, the scene was silent, and everyone looked at the people on the side with a blank face...

Then there was a huge laugh of N decibels ten seconds later.

"Hahahaha, do you hear me? Haha! This beggar said he was a swordsman! Swordsman! Hahahaha!"

The fighter profession is supported by fighting spirit, and is divided into practical weapons and categories. It is divided into bronze, silver and gold, and then it is holy and divine. Each level is also divided into ten small levels. For example, Fisk is a bronze eight-level axe fighter who uses an axe.

Everyone who has achieved the holy and divine level is a respected and great existence. How can it be possible to appear in a small village? Or is it dressed as a beggar? Do you think you are sharp brother?

Fisk restrained his smile, raised his axe again and rushed to Yang Bin: "Sword Saint? Haha! If I cut you down, I will be the axe saint!"

Just as Fisk rushed two meters away from Yang Bin, he saw the beggar in front of him take out a strange weapon from his waist: "How dare you disrespect me? Now I want you to look good!"