Chapter 4437

"This is Mr. milligram."

Arbor a language falls, the small mouth that an matchless is opened instantly big.

Fu San's son also looked at the old man in surprise.

In front of him, this ugly old man stood up with his head held high. He was the legendary artifician, master Haoguang.

The old master with the forge?

Fu San's son and the unparalleled Princess both bowed their hands to see the ceremony

"It's said that master Haoguang lives near the holy land of Xueling. I didn't expect to be caught by us today." The unparalleled princess was very excited. "I heard that the forging furnace of the elder generation is the strongest in the world. I wonder if you can open your eyes to the younger generation?"

The old man complacent, "you are a very discerning child."

He turned sideways and let go. He reached for a move. The tripod stove hanging in the middle of the inner room fell into his hands with a whoosh, which was reduced to two feet. The tripod fire was burning.

An Wushuang's little face is full of curious color. He is about to touch it, but he is grabbed by the tree.

Arbor gently shook her head, "Ding fire to Yang, hand touch fear of injury."

The old man is the master of the forge. It's impossible to be hurt by it. As for others Touch at will, the consequences can be foreseen.

"Oh." An Wushuang immediately came to know about it. He nodded his head and turned his big eyes around.

The arbor looks funny.

The goods are obviously coveting the old man's forge.

Thinking that he had planned to rob the old man's forge stove before, the tree couldn't help but raise his hand and scratch his chin, and once again, he pulled an Wushuang.

"Er, ah?" An Wushuang is concentrating on the forge stove. At this time, he is pulled by the tree and slightly regains his mind.

He smiled awkwardly at the old man. "Master Haoguang, do you live here for a long time?"

Nodding without a flash, "that's nature."

The old man looked at an Wushuang with a little suspicion. Maybe the little eyes of the princess were too obvious.

"Are you also interested in refining weapons?"

The unparalleled princess without hesitation nodded her head and took something out of her pocket. "You will be rewarded, elder."

Arbor and Mr. Fu San's double eyes leaped slightly. Seeing that the old man had taken the ring in his hands, he felt it in surprise.

With a flick of his hand, the ring slipped through a stream of light, and in an instant it turned into a long sword and fell into the old man's palm.

Three feet of green peak, sword light.

This sword is the frost that the prince gave to the princess. The blade itself has a layer of frost power. When it is wielded, there will be frost gas constantly emerging.

It's hard for spiritual monks to get close, let alone some ordinary people.

Some of the soldiers in the surrounding Holy Land felt a chill coming from their clothes. They suddenly shivered and saw a faint spark in their eyes.

What a famous sword! ]

"good, good, is the sword of the world." There was a strange light in the old man's eyes, "perfect form, close to the sacred vessel. Tut, tut! I have been shut up for many years, but I don't know that there is another master of artifact in the world! "

An Wushuang turned his mouth and head askew. "Master, how do you know that this sword is not made by me?"

The milliray suddenly blew his beard and gave her a white eye. "Are you a fool when you are an old man? When I look at your hand, I also know that it is not the hand used for making weapons. "

"Oh." An Wushuang hums and laughs.