As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a tall and thin man slowly walking over from the direction of the shop.
There was some pockmark on this man's face, his eyes were staring at the black meteorite knife in Shi Mu's hand with some burning eyes, and he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.
Shi Mu frowned, snorted softly, raised one hand, and silently sheathed the black meteorite sword.
The tall and thin man's eyes flashed coldly, and he looked at Shi Mu with an unkind look.
"It turns out that Senior Brother Zuo is here. Welcome!" Zhao Ping is also a thoughtful person. Feeling that the atmosphere was awkward, he hurriedly greeted him with a smile.
The tall and lanky man ignored Zhao Ping and turned his gaze from Shi Mu to the sheathed black knife in his hand again, the greedy look in his eyes flashing away.
"Senior brother, why are you here in the backyard? Please come to the front hall to serve tea. What a coincidence. I just got a few boxes of the best Wufeng in my hand. I just want my senior brother to taste them." He was familiar with the temperament of the person in front of him.
Zhao Ping's heart tightened, and he said with a face full of attentiveness.
"The competition is approaching. I came to your shop to buy a suitable weapon. The clerk told me that you were here, so I came over. What, are you going to drive me away now?" The tall and thin man said calmly.
He said, his voice hoarse and a little arrogant.
"Where, where! Senior Brother Zuo and other distinguished guests are willing to come to the shop, so naturally Zhao..." Zhao Ping hurriedly said with a smile.
"I just took a look around your shop, and there was nothing that caught my eye. But this knife looks interesting. Was it made by Junior Brother Zhao recently?" The tall and thin man interrupted Zhao Ping directly.
If so, he pointed at the black meteorite knife in Shi Mu's hand and said.
Shi Mu narrowed his eyes slightly.
This tall and lanky man can be identified as an old disciple at a glance, and he is not wearing the disciple uniform of the Black Demon Sect, so it is difficult to tell which level of disciple he is.
"Senior Brother Zuo misunderstood, that is Junior Brother Shi's saber, not from my small shop." Zhao Ping's face changed slightly and he hurriedly explained.
The tall and thin man frowned when he heard this.
"Senior Brother Zhao, thank you very much for what happened today. I just asked you to spend two spiritual stones. They will be sent over with the reward in two days. I will leave today." Shi Mu did not look at the tall and thin man and said to him.
Zhao Ping said hello and prepared to walk out of the field.
"Wait a moment!"
Before Zhao Ping could speak, the tall and thin man swayed and blocked the entrance to the training ground.
"What's the matter with this senior brother?" Shi Mu's face was expressionless and his voice was deep.
"You haven't asked for your teacher's name yet?" The tall and thin man laughed, but his laughter was hoarse and unpleasant.
"Shi Mu." Shi Mu said in a cold tone.
"So it's Junior Brother Shi. Judging from your age, you should be a new disciple." The tall and thin man's expression changed. He seemed to have heard this name somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.
"So what?"
The man in front of him obviously coveted the meteorite black sword, and he had no good intentions. Shi Mu's patience was gradually losing.
"This sword of yours looks good. But junior brother has just started, and has not experienced the rules of our black magic sect, right? Don't blame senior brother for not reminding you. If other old disciples know that you have such a good thing, I'm afraid they will get into trouble.
It's not a small trouble, at least it could be a robbery, or at worst it could even endanger your life, tsk tsk..." The tall and thin man shook his head and said with deep meaning.
"Senior brother, please tell me what you have to say. I have something to do, so I can't stay here for too long." When Shi Mu heard this, he interrupted in a cold voice.
"In this case, let me tell you the truth. I am quite fond of your sword. Well, in order to prevent my junior brother from being robbed of this sword and ending up with both his life and property lost, I will do my best and come out.
Thirty thousand taels of silver, junior brother, how about giving me this black knife?" The tall and thin man said unceremoniously. Although there was a faint smile on his face, anyone could hear the undeniable meaning in his words.
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Zhao Ping on the side changed his expression when he heard this.
The meteorite black sword was originally worth a lot of money, but now it has been promoted to a magical weapon. I am afraid that the price has increased several times. The tall and thin man only offered thirty thousand taels when he opened his mouth. It was clear that he wanted to bully others and take it by force.
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However, the tall and thin man had an unusual identity. Although Zhao Ping was a member of the Lihuo Society, he did not want to offend him, so he stood aside after hearing the words and did not speak.
"Your Excellency is really good at calculating. You want to buy my knife for thirty thousand taels of silver. But I'm sorry, I have no intention of selling this knife. As for other issues, I don't need you to worry about it." Shi Mu sneered in his heart and refused bluntly.
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"Boy, don't be so shameless! Do you know who I am and how dare you talk to me like this?" The man's face immediately turned cold and he said sternly.
"Shi is really a little ignorant and has never been very familiar with the senior brothers in the sect." Shi Mu said coldly.
"court death!"
The tall and thin man couldn't bear it any longer. He shouted loudly and suddenly appeared in front of Shi Mu like a ghost. With a wave of his arms, a fist crossed an arc and made an explosion like an explosion.
Hitting Shi Mu's right face, at the same time, the five fingers of the other hand were like hooks, grabbing the meteorite black knife in Shi Mu's hand.
Before the fist came, a sharp punch struck Shi Mu's face like a sickle.
"What a speed!"
He had been secretly alerting the other party, but the lanky man's speed was still beyond his expectation, and he was in front of him in the blink of an eye.
His feet suddenly hit the ground, and he took a step back instantly.
Immediately, Shi Mu let out a low shout and punched out with the same punch, hitting the opponent's fist. At the same time, he turned his other hand and stabbed the hand of the tall and thin man with the black meteorite sword with the scabbard.
"Bang" and "bang" made two muffled sounds!
The two of them shook their bodies for a while and took a step back at the same time.
"You are capable enough to take a punch from me. No wonder you are so arrogant. But if you don't drink a toast, I will be fined. Today I have offended me. It is no longer enough to keep the knife. Let's keep an arm." The tall and thin man frowned slightly.
Wrinkled, he said sharply.
A red spot appeared on the palm of one of his hands, which was caused by the black meteorite knife he had just received with his bare hands. Although there was some pain, there was no skin rupture or bleeding.
The tall and thin man touched his waist, and a cold light flashed, and a silver long sword appeared in his hand.
This sword is much thinner than an ordinary long sword, only about one finger wide. Its entire body emits a cold light, giving it a cold and sharp look.
There are cyan runes on the silver sword blade, and it emits a faint cyan light. It is also a magic weapon!
Shi Mu's expression changed slightly. Since this thin sword is a magical weapon, it must not be underestimated.
With a "swish" sound, the meteorite black sword came out of its sheath and was held horizontally in front of him.
"You two, you have something to talk about, why bother to hurt the harmony..." Zhao Ping, who was standing aside, saw the two of them playing real fire, so he had to stand up and was about to speak.
Wow!
A sound like a baby crying suddenly sounded, trying to pierce people's eardrums, blocking Zhao Ping's words.
The tall and thin man flicked his wrist, and the silver sword in his hand turned into a silver thread, stabbing Shi Mu's chest extremely quickly.
The sound of a baby crying is the strange sound of a rapier piercing the air!
The moment Shi Mu's strange sound reached his ears, he felt an unusual irritability in his heart. His consciousness suddenly fainted, and his thinking felt like he couldn't keep up.
Silver light flashes!
The thin sword had reached his chest, and the sword energy stabbed through his clothes, making his skin tremble.