Fairy’s Box

"Old man, open the door." Yale knocked twice and found that the door was open, so he kicked it open.

Before the door was opened, a gust of wind rushed in, carrying a few wisps of tobacco scent. Old Farr slid out of the side, one arm drawn like a sword, and one finger pointed to his abdomen.

Terrified, Yale hurriedly lifted his air, suppressing the back shock of the steel vindictive qi to a minimum.

"Huh?" Old Farr felt that the fingertips were not flesh and blood, but steel armor made of copper and iron. He was shocked. Could this kid have progressed to this level? It's only been two years!

Unconvinced, the old man tapped three times with one arm, and his strength was dissolved in a little, using the skills of breaking armor when he was young. Hit Yale in the chest, ribs, and throat, respectively.

Aside from hitting the throat, which made the knight sway, the other two attacks were not even able to penetrate the skin. The old man was very frustrated when he saw this, and finally reluctantly convinced himself that he could not accept the old man.

"Forget it, there's a world of difference between those with war marks and those without war marks. If I didn't remove the war marks back then, these three strokes would have to make you bleed heavily." Old Farr raised his beard and took the mouth. Unconvinced, he returned to the house and lay down on the rattan chair.

Ale: "..."

"Why, I haven't had a mission in the past few days? Are you still free to see my old man?"

"I just came back, I think it's necessary to tell you something." Yale raised his palm, and the source of life poured into it. Mutations occurred rapidly. fingertips.

Boom! despair! The pipe slid down, and the soot inside spilled on the ground.

"Blade of limbs, falcon swordsmanship!" Old Farr murmured, dumbfounded.

"Yes, this technique is very suitable for my fighting spirit. The falcon sword chapter is really good." He was very satisfied with the falcon sword transformation of his fingers. The five-finger grasping, cutting, poke and sawing changed a lot, which greatly enhanced his lethality. After using Steel Dou Qi, it is even more powerful.

"If you say that, you are already at the third level! Completed the curing of the sword?" The old man jumped up excitedly, and he didn't even bother to pick up the pipe, and his hand trembled slightly when he pulled him.

"No..." With a face full of regret, Yalei held Old Farr's rough hand with his backhand. After the other party's mood had calmed down, he released it gently and put the shredded tobacco on the coffee table beside him.

"No, after I broke through to the falcon sword back then, the battle pattern reacted almost immediately, and within a few days it was a matter of course, and the solidification of the sword was completed..."

Old Farr lowered his head and pondered to himself, his voice lowered, and then he raised his head suddenly, his expression became nervous: "Child, you must have suffered a secret injury, right? Don't hide it from me, even if I lose my money, I will To heal you!"

His words came from the bottom of his heart. He got married and had children very late, his son was not talented, and his future as a soldier was limited. He fought for Roussevia all his life, and he was lucky enough to learn a little skill in the military, and he just wanted to pass it on.

When he was old and met Yalei, at first he only thought that the child was talented, and it would be a pity to bury it. Later, in the process of passing on the arts, I found that the other party was determined and determined, and the limbs of the sword were learned quickly, so he sincerely cultivated him as an heir. Later, I learned that this kid was selected by the obelisk and fulfilled his childhood dream for himself. In addition to being proud, he regarded Yale as a spiritual sustenance, and only hoped that he would go further.

The power of natural disasters, Old Farr's life-long knots and regrets, how could his descendants be stuck on this hurdle! For that, it doesn't matter how much you spend.

"Don't worry, it's just that my vindictiveness is rather special, and some stages are not completed. Even if the limbs warblade learns the limit of the falcon sword, it will still be stuck in the second order." Yale also regarded Old Farr as a teacher, and his feelings deep.

"The war pattern is so special? Could it be that your kid can still pick up the superior war pattern?" Seeing that his body was intact, Old Farr returned to his disrespectful appearance.

"Well, it's about the same." He felt that it would be better to give the opponent less stimulation. The power of the incomplete furnace forging steel war pattern is slightly better than that of the superior war pattern. It is still unknown whether he will finish repairing it in this life.

Nothing can make the old man Kong happy, and it's not too late to tell him when it will be repaired.

"Really?" Old Farr had a happy expression on his face, and his calloused hands couldn't help tugging at the corners of his clothes.

"real!"

"Good! Good! Good! Come with me." The old man grabbed Yale's wrist and led him into the cabin compartment

This compartment is also half the size of a room, filled with large and small format wooden boxes, as well as some old utensils. Old Farr walked to the largest box, smashed the iron lock with one punch, and opened the lid with one arm.

"Don't think that my old man doesn't know the goods. Although I have been stuck in the third-order in my life, I still have knowledge. Even the invincible real bodies of the generals, I have been fortunate enough to witness."

Clang! Old Farr took out a long sword from the box, pointed it at the young man, and said with a malicious smile: "I can see that your boy's battle lines and fighting spirit are very powerful in defense, so let me take a look. How much it augments the limb warblade."

Before he finished speaking, the sword strikes!

Yale raised his finger helplessly, grabbed it in the air, and crushed the blade.

so smart? As expected of a superior battle pattern! Old Farr was secretly happy, took out another meteor hammer in his hand, smashed it at the knight's face, and shouted: "Don't break it!"

"Understood..." He weakly replied, pressing the back of his hand against the meteor hammer.

boom! There was a muffled sound on the side, the dust fell down, the meteor hammer was retracted, and there was only a faint white spot on the back of the knight's hand.

"No problem!" Old Farr threw the meteor hammer back into the wooden box with his backhand. He has already measured it. At the same stage of falcon sword transformation, the defense is several orders of magnitude stronger than when he was young, comparable to that adult.

"After the falcon sword has reached the limit, it will be completely alienated. According to each person's character and ability, different forms will be derived. However, if you don't reach the stage of natural disasters, if you force a breakthrough, your body will be eroded by the backlash of the alienated organization. The end result is that large and small lumps grow in the body. Even if it is cured, the vitality will be severely damaged. You must remember."

The old man rambled on for a long time, took out a few bottles of vintage wine from the bottom of the bed, grabbed Yale, and insisted on taking a few sips.

One of the family mottos of the Bernstein family is to advise their heirs not to covet what is in the cup. The knights always practice by themselves and rarely drink alcohol.

However, this also depends on the occasion. For example, now, it is not easy for him to spoil the old man's interest.

Yale took a sip, and was overwhelmed by the mellow and smooth mouth of the wine. The unimaginable deliciousness was comparable to the collection of the wine cellar at home.

According to Old Farr, this is a masterpiece that came out of the palace in Iberia. He has been hiding it as a treasure, and he was so happy to take it out today.

One old and one young, there was a loaf of bread and butter on the table, and they drank each other until late at night.