C17 Flying Edge

"What's wrong, Brother Yi?" Seeing Fang Yi standing up, Mu Linger could not help but ask in confusion.

"No, I'll go over there and have a look." Fang Yi shook his head, and then walked to the front of Street Vendor's table.

"Don't worry about him, let's just eat quickly, otherwise the food won't taste good when it gets cold." Little Fatty said as he was eating, his small, narrowed eyes staring at the food in front of him.

"Eat, eat, eat, be careful not to eat you to death." Mu Linger said in dissatisfaction.

"That's also a kind of happiness …" Little Fatty chuckled.

"…."

There were already a lot of customers standing around Street Vendor's table, obviously attracted by his merchandise. Fang Yi walked around for a while, and then found a gap to walk in front of the table.

"Little friend, don't move the things on the table. These are all very expensive. You can't afford to lose them."

Seeing that someone was coming over, Street Vendor was elated, but seeing that it was a thirteen year old child, the joy in his heart immediately disappeared, and he coldly said to Fang Yi.

In his opinion, even if there were any goods that they really liked, they would not have the money to buy them. Moreover, there were even some that would steal things.

"It looks like you don't want to do business." Fang Yi took out a few taels of silver from his bosom and waved it in front of Street Vendor, then he turned around and pretended to be angry and turned to leave.

"Huh?" Little brother, don't go yet. What do you want? "I'll give you a discount as compensation, will you?" Seeing the silver ingot in Fang Yi's hand, Street Vendor's eyes lit up, he anxiously pulled Fang Yi and said.

"Oh?" "I'd like to buy some decorations, small ones, if they are sabers or swords, that would be even better. Do you have any here?" Fang Yi turned his head and asked indifferently, his eyes casually looking at the goods on the table.

"Little ornaments, let me see …" I got it, little brother, take a look at this. This small sword is only the size of a palm. The black color gives off a mysterious feeling, and the bits and pieces of rust give off an ancient feeling.

Furthermore, at a critical moment, little brother can use it as a dart for self-defense. This little sword is simply tailor-made for you. How about it? Satisfied? "

Street Vendor swept his gaze across the table, then picked up the black sword and introduced it to Fang Yi. Amongst the things on the table, only this sword met Fang Yi's requirements, thus he spared no effort in introducing it to Fang Yi.

"What? Isn't it just a rusty little sword?" "To have the nerve to deceive a child …"

"Looks like there's nothing of value here, just some scrap metal."

"Sly merchants, you can disperse now. Don't be fooled by this evil merchant."

The customers around the Street Vendor's table saw the merchant taking out a rusty sword to trick the children, they all revealed a look of despise, threw down the things in their hands, and walked towards their seats.

"Everyone, don't go … this is all worth it …" Street Vendor did not expect that his actions would cause people to be unhappy, he anxiously said, but no matter what, everyone believed that this Street Vendor was a cunning merchant, and ignored him.

"This little sword is rusted, I'm afraid you won't be able to sell it. How about this, a silver tael, I'll buy it. If not, then forget it." Fang Yi played with the small sword in his hand, and said slowly.

"A silver tael?" Street Vendor could not help but be stunned. Initially, he only planned to sell this palm-sized small sword for a few tens of gold coins. He did not expect that the brat in front of him would actually buy it for one tael of silver.

He really is a prodigal son …

Street Vendor thought, but he did not dare to take his price. If he really took a tael of silver, then he would have to sell this item here today.

How could a merchant do such a thing?

"What, not enough?" Fang Yi frowned, pretending to be dissatisfied.

This little brother was joking. It wasn't just not enough, there were too many of them. Just as you said earlier, this little sword has rusted, so it's not worth the price. "Since you like it so much, I'll give you ten pieces of gold. How about it?" Street Vendor originally wanted to say twenty gold coins, but after thinking about how there were still other customers looking in their direction from time to time, he changed the price to ten gold coins, hoping to attract more customers.

"You are indeed a proper merchant. Here is ten coins." Fang Yi threw down ten coins and returned to his seat with the small sword.

Street Vendor received the money with a pained expression. However, he still revealed a friendly smile on his face.

"Brother Yi, what do you want this sword for?" Mu Linger asked, puzzled.

"Heh heh, you'll know when the time comes." Fang Yi did not explain and only laughed.

After Fang Yi bought the small sword, the guests all stood up when they saw the merchant selling the sword for only 10 coins, looking at the goods on the table. The customers who had already bought a few things they liked all took out their own money to buy, causing the Street Vendor to be extremely happy.

The sky gradually darkened, and a pitch-black curtain covered the entire night sky.

In the room, Fang Yi was seated on his bed, holding onto the small black sword, his Spiritual Sense had turned into threads as he probed it carefully.

"It really is a flying sword!" Fang Yi withdrew his consciousness and shouted with a face full of joy.

Fang Yi had read about flying swords in some cultivation books and knew that flying swords were made from special materials.

A flying sword, as the name implied, allowed a cultivator to ride the sword and fly.

Of course, if one wanted to truly fly on the sword, they would need at least the cultivation of Building Foundation Period, otherwise it was impossible to control a flying sword.

"It looks like I need to quickly raise my cultivation level to the 4th layer of Qi Refining, or else even this flying sword won't be able to kill the enemy." Fang Yi sighed as he played with the small black sword in his hand.

There were a total of nine levels to the stage of qi refinement, and the difference between the three levels was one level. The first three levels were for early Qi Refining, the fourth to sixth was for middle Qi Refining, and the seventh to ninth were for late Qi Refining.

The 3rd and 4th level of Refinement Qi were a divide. Although it was still only a difference of one level, the gap in cultivation was still a huge gap.

Although he was still unable to control the flying sword to fly, he was able to control the flying sword and kill the enemy.

"Since this is my first flying sword, I shall give it a name." "This sword is as black as ink, and I got it by chance in the inn. Let's call it Inkstone!" Fang Yi muttered, and then placed him into the storage bag.