Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

"He's here to get the sword bones."

Shen Zui suddenly reminded.

"Sword skeleton?" Dong Dachui opened his mouth in surprise, "Then just give it to him."

Dong Dachui's reaction was unexpected.

"You don't object?"

"Why should I object?"

Seeing what Shen Zui wanted to say more, Dong Dachui interrupted him impatiently.

"The sword skeleton is something from the Buried Sword City. The Buried Sword City is under the Anti-Xia Alliance. As the deputy leader of the Anti-Xia Alliance, Xiao Han took the sword bones to complete the seventh-level breakthrough. This is a very reasonable thing."

The careless Dong Dachui unexpectedly understood the righteousness.

When he said this, he rubbed the storage bag in his hand.

"Okay, don't scare people here, Xiao Han. I don't know your virtues better than anyone else."

"He wants to take away the sword bones, so we are just conducting a symbolic examination to test his character and conduct."

"The one who really needs to be taken seriously is that woman."

Dong Dachui's words silenced Shenzui. "Indeed, if she wants to take away the sword bones, that woman will definitely go crazy."

The two looked at each other in tacit understanding and kept silent.

Mr. Bing on the side should also know something, but he hasn't spoken yet.

Of the four people present, only Han Zhan was confused and didn't know what riddle they were talking about.

Who is that woman? Could it be that he is the last of the three people in Buried Sword City as mentioned by Mr. Bing?

Why doesn't she want to take away the sword bones herself?

No one told him, so Han Zhan could only rely on the known clues he heard to make guesses.

Dong Dachui came over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Xiao Han, you are very suitable to my taste. Although I can't help you with the sword bones, I can still help with other things."

"For example, if you want props, you can go directly to my place and take your pick. It's up to you."

"If you have any damaged props that you want to repair, just come to me!"

"There are no props that your Uncle Dong can't repair!"

Dong Dachui assured him, patting his chest.

Han Zhan was still thinking about who the last woman in the City of Buried Swords was, but after hearing the promise given by Dong Dachui, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Uncle Dong, is it true? This is really great!"

"I happen to have two broken seventh-level props in my hand, and I'm wondering what to do!"

Seventh level, or two pieces?

Dong Dachui's mouth, which had been laughing just now, twitched unconsciously.

"Where did you get so many seventh-level props?" Dong Dachui couldn't help but ask.

"It was a gift from someone else." Han Zhan showed an honest and honest smile.

What kind of status do you have that allows someone to give you two seventh-level props?

"Two seventh-level props, a lot?" Han Zhan added fuel to the fire.

Two seventh-level props, is that a lot?

nonsense!

You know, in the city of extreme evil, even if it is a veteran seventh-level peak, there are still many people who do not have seventh-level items at all.

Regardless of Dong Dachui's reputation as a master of craftsmanship, what kind of props he can create through the Burning Furnace also depends entirely on the forging materials and on-the-spot performance.

Among the props he has created so far, there are only six seventh-level props!

But he had just boasted in front of Han Zhan, so he couldn't be slapped in the face so quickly.

"Uncle Dong, can you repair it?" Han Zhan asked again when he saw that Dong Dachui was silent.

"Yes! How could it not be possible? Take it out and let me see."

Dong Dachui said bravely.

Han Zhan then took out the Yuehua sword first.

As a seventh-level item, the Yuehua Long Sword is very easy to use.

It can convert spiritual energy into moonlight sword energy. When the moonlight falls from the sky, it is both beautiful and powerful.

When Han Zhan was in the bamboo forest world, he held the Yuehua Long Sword and cut down bamboo forests one after another. The Yuehua Long Sword, which had made great achievements in battle, has now become a "war-damaged version".

Dong Dachui looked at the seventh-level long sword in his hand that looked like it had been gnawed by a mouse, and the corners of his mouth twitched once again.

Fortunately, it can be repaired and my face is saved. It’s just that it takes a little more effort to repair it. It really hurts!

Dong Dachui was thinking, after he finished assessing the damage to Yuehua Long Sword, he stroked his beard and said nothing, pretending to be a superior person.

"Is that all there is to it? It's not worth my while to begin with, but for your sake, I can reluctantly take action and fix it."

When Han Zhan heard this, he was overjoyed.

"Really? Thank you so much, Uncle Dong!"

Uncle Dong screamed happily. Dong Dachui waved his hand and said very boldly: "Where is the other one? Take it out together."

"How about... let's forget it. This second prop is extremely difficult to repair." Han Zhan struggled in his mind, not wanting to catch a person frantically shedding wool.

Unexpectedly, Dong Dachui was not happy.

"Forget it? How can you forget it! Do you look down on me?"

"Take it out, take it out and give it to me!"

"There are no props that your Uncle Dong can't repair!"

Under Dong Dachui's strong request, Han Zhan could only take out his second item, which was the demon-crossing cloak.

"This prop is a growth prop, and it is currently at level seven." Han Zhan explained to Dong Dachui.

Dong Dachui, the boss, had his head buzzing when he heard the words growth props. When he saw Han Zhan hand him a rag strip of cloth as thick as a finger, he thought of everything he could think of. All the Tibetan words have been passed through in my heart!

"Grass!"

Dong Dachui was defeated by Han Zhan.

"Are you talking about a seventh-level prop? Isn't this just a rag strip?"

"Of course not, it can still be used now." Han Zhan was afraid that Dong Dachui wouldn't believe it, so he used spiritual energy to activate it again.

The Demon Crossing Cloak, oh, no, it should be called the Demon Crossing Cloak now, instantly turned into a thick armor, covering Han Zhan's whole body.

Dong Dachui's eyes instantly became more solemn.

"This is the Demon Crossing Cloak!" He seemed to recognize this item.

"This is the favorite item of the fallen knight, the leader of the Knights on which the Sun Never Sets. I never thought it would fall into your hands."

When Dong Dachui said this, he felt quite emotional that things have changed.

It's not like he had never interacted with the Fallen Knights. They were still very young at that time.

Dong Dachui had also coveted this growth-type prop and could not forget it in his mind.

But when he actually got it in his hand, Dong Dachui only had one thought in his mind: "It's better not to take it!"

"You...how did you use it like this?"

"No, no, you don't have to tell me, you don't have to tell me." Dong Dachui suddenly looked through the cloth strip on his hand carefully, inside and out, his face was completely full of shock and disbelief.

"Judging from its psychic lines, the shape of the armor it creates, its thickness, its defensive power, and many other aspects."

"The Demon Crossing Cloak has grown into an eighth-level armor!"

The Demon Crossing Cloak was able to grow into an eighth-level armor in such a short period of time, all thanks to Han Zhan's operations in the bamboo forest world.

The battle-damaged version is no longer enough to describe it now.

Han Zhan was happy to hear that the Demon Crossing Cloak had grown into an eighth-level armor, but he was more concerned about another practical issue.

"Uncle Dong, can you repair the eighth-level props?"