Jiang Nai took out a mirror and looked at it, and immediately let out an exaggerated exclamation.
My God, it’s so dark!
If you hadn't witnessed it with your own eyes, it would be unimaginable that she could actually reach the sky?
Jiang Nai put on the clothes prepared by the old Taoist in advance and stood by the stream, taking photos from left to right. He covered his mouth with one hand and his eyes showed shock.
God, this is too dark!
How could her cute little face, which is fair and tender, turn into a terrible black light?
After repeatedly checking his black claws, Jiang Nai felt a little resigned to his fate.
What kind of mid-grade spiritual treasure is this? I'm afraid it's a shoddy product!
At that time, under the faint sunlight, in the gurgling stream, a charcoal boy of thirteen years old stood there, messy in the wind, for a long time.
A blackened face loomed in the stream.
His facial features don't seem to be crooked, his eyes and eyebrows are in line with each other, and he looks a bit heroic.
Her short hair is fluffy and flying, and a two-finger-wide black hairband is tied between her forehead.
It’s just that... the whole body is so black that it’s so outrageous for both humans and gods!
She can't accept this black charcoal image!
Jiang Nai ran to a tree and compared the color difference. It was too dark, several shades darker than the trunk of the tree.
Jiang Nai's hands were itchy and he wanted to go back to the Taoist temple and beat the old Taoist to death.
Could it be that the master who developed this mid-grade Lingbao headband is color blind?
The little girl jumped on the horse angrily, patted the maroon pony, and rushed towards the city.
Jiang Xiaosi, who had been angry all the way, angrily rode his little red horse to the entrance of the Warriors Guild.
He reined up his horse and stood not far from the guild. Looking at the warriors coming and going in front of the guild gate, Jiang Nai felt that he seemed to be missing something.
In the blink of an eye, I looked at the stall selling weapons next to me, and an idea suddenly came to my mind: there seemed to be a pretentious weapon missing.
"Brother, why are you selling this broadsword?" Jiang Nai clapped his horse and stepped forward, stopping in front of a weapons stall and asked.
The old men from several stalls nearby all gathered around with a roar, holding swords and sticks in their hands, trying their best to sell their products.
"Young hero, look at this sword of mine. The blade is undulating and shining with white light. It matches your body just right."
Jiang Nai glanced at the boastful old man and couldn't help rolling his eyes: Isn't this just a butcher's knife?
"Brother, look at my knife." Several people crowded around Jiang Nai to grab business.
Jiang Nai waved his hand impatiently, "Ah, okay, okay, just this one, this one."
She just used it to show off, there was no need to be so particular.
But this long knife, which is more than one meter long, is too light to hold in your hand!
Jiang Nai padded the blade with a dissatisfied look on his face, "Brother, what kind of material is your knife made of? It's light and has no weight at all."
"Little brother, my knife is made of fine iron and weighs forty-two pounds."
Jiang Nai looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile, "This knife of yours only weighs thirty kilograms at best." Who are you kidding?
The big knife seller touched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly, "Brother, you are an expert. You can tell the weight just by touching it. If you are really interested in it, I will give it to you at a cheaper price."
Jiang Nai spent ten taels of silver to buy the big sword and carried it behind her back. She suddenly felt a little more domineering.
I couldn't help but murmur in my heart: More than two thousand years have passed, but the weapons of Yuntian Continent have deteriorated a lot.
I think back then, the long sword she made out of black copper and iron weighed over a hundred kilograms. If it was blessed with the Xuanmen seal, the speed and attack power would increase a lot.