Reincarnation of the heavens as a saint

Chapter 10 Big Quick Knife 21: Blowing Snow
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"Finally found it." Fang Yu stopped in front of a row of shelves, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Record pointer, and it is also a permanent record pointer.

The difference between these two pointers is not as simple as a difference of two words. The permanent recording pointer can be used without collecting magnetic force, while the recording pointer needs to collect enough magnetic force every time it goes to a place before it can be used again.

Seeing that Fang Yu's eyes were wrong, the white-haired old man immediately became serious after being elated.

"Ahem...Sorry, do you want to buy that pointer, this one is not for sale."

Fang Yu froze for a moment, and said, "Oh? Why don't you sell it?"

"If you don't sell it, you don't sell it. It's a good thing. I just don't sell it."

The white-haired old man spoke righteously, and at the same time he did not forget to look at Fang Yu's eyes, a cunning flashed in his eyes.

"Hehe." Fang Yu laughed dryly.

He already knew what the old man was up to, but he just wanted to raise the price on the spot so that he could sell it at a higher price.

"I'll give you 100 million Baileys, sell it?" Fang Yu stretched out a finger, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"One... 100 million Baileys..." The old man became excited, his eyes widened, and his saliva kept flowing out.

However, he immediately recovered his calm look, but judging by Fang Yu's expression, he was sure that this young man needed this pointer very much.

"Ahem, ahem, I won't sell it for 100 million." The old man turned his head and waved his hands.

"Oh? Too little? Let's say 200 million, 200 million is fine." Fang Yu sneered, and acted with the old man.

"Two... 200 million!!!"

"Ah, 200 million is not enough, then 300 million."

Boom~
The old man felt that he was in high spirits all the time, a total of 300 million Baileys.

"300 million is not enough, 500? 600 million? [-] million?" Fang Yu smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Four...five...six, huh? Brat, you're kidding me!!"

When the old man was happily counting the money, he suddenly realized that he turned his face immediately.

"You're not stupid." Fang Yu said with a smile.

It's just a record pointer. Although Bailey is not lacking, he is not stupid.

"Little ghost, do you know what will happen if you play me!"

The old man gritted his teeth, the blue blood vessels on his neck swelled, and stared at Fang Yu.

"Oh, what's the end, tell me?"

Fang Yu came to the chair beside him and sat down, looking at the old man with great interest.

To be so arrogant, there must be some support. He was curious why this old man was so confident.

The old man slowly took down a famous knife from the wall, Fang Yu just watched without stopping.

"Hmph, kid, I used to be a swordsman of the Pirates, and I used to be on a great route. I'm your elder, and you dare to play with your elder."

Swish!
The famous knife was out of its sheath, and when the blade appeared in front of him, Fang Yu's eyes lit up.

"Big knife with 21 jobs!"

Fang Yu could tell at a glance the extraordinaryness of this famous knife, it was actually a great sharp knife with 21 craftsmanship.

However, it is regrettable that the blade of this famous knife seems to be damaged, and there are still some cracks in the middle, Fang Yu can't help shaking his head.

A famous sword is the life of a swordsman, and he doesn't even know how to protect his own famous sword, but it's a pity that this big fast sword is lost.

"Little ghost, you have a bit of eyesight. The 21st skill of the big fast knife: Fuxue, this was my sword back then. It is your honor to die in his hands."

The old man smiled sinisterly, his white hair matched with his hunched figure, and this big sharp knife looked very funny.

"A good big sharp knife has been damaged by you like this. Are you really a swordsman?" Fang Yu sighed, looked at the old man and shook his head.

"What did you say!!"

After the old man heard this sentence, he suddenly became furious. He was actually told by a young man that he was not worthy of being a swordsman.

Insulting, this is insulting yourself.

Fang Yu raised his eyebrows, stood up, and stared at the old man with sharp eyes.

"I said you are wrong. The big fast knife has 21 crafts. It is so exquisite that you have damaged it like this. You don't even cherish your own famous knife. Are you worthy of being a swordsman?"

"I…"

"If I'm not wrong, you don't even know how to be domineering. Otherwise, how could you be damaged like this? You were originally a pirate? Ha ha, but now you can only live in this small country, and you deserve to be a pirate." thief?"

"You...you you...you know domineering!"

The old man's eyes widened. In this small West Sea, someone actually knows how to be domineering.

Domineering is not common in the world, it can even be said to be rare, one or two people are good, there are many people with domineering on the great route, but not many.

"I know, and I will!"

As he spoke, Fang Yu stretched out his hand, and traces of black air emerged from his palm, wrapping his fist.

"!!!"

The old man's face became ugly, he was really domineering, armed and domineering, he would never admit his mistake.

"you……"

"Okay, old man, don't pretend to be here. Your strength is not enough in front of me."

The old man was silent. He looked at the young man in front of him. He was not afraid, but ashamed. In fact, when the pirates were destroyed a long time ago, he should have died.

Everyone died, and he was the only one who survived in this small country in the West Sea for nearly ten years.

Cowardly, unwilling, and afraid, he would rather die in that shipwreck than stay here any longer.

The old man put down the Fubuki in his hand, sighed deeply, and said: "...you are right, I am not worthy of being a swordsman, let alone a pirate."

The old man closed his eyes, he raised his neck, blue arteries appeared on his neck, he had made up his mind.

however

After nearly a minute, he didn't feel any pain in his neck. He opened his eyes, and the boy in front of him was still sitting on the chair, looking at him with a smile.

"Why don't you do it?"

"Did I say I wanted to kill you? You think highly of yourself too."

"Do you know...you are insulting me, you are insulting me!!!" The old man clenched his fists, he really wanted to rush up and punch him.

Fang Yu spread his hands, got up and took the permanent record pointer from the shelf, he didn't want to pay attention to this old man at all.

Fang Yu passed by his side and glanced at the old man who was crying bitterly.

"Old man, I took this thing away. I'll leave if there's nothing else to do. What should you do? I'm too lazy to kill you. If you want to die, find a rope and hang yourself. No one will stop you."

After speaking, he turned his head and prepared to walk away from here.

"Please wait!"

"Huh? Is something wrong?"

Fang Yu stopped and looked at the old man, not knowing what to sing again.

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