Chapter 11

Feng batian looks very happy. Although Zhang Fan's previous punch is not particularly powerful, it is equivalent to the strength of Wupin.

What's more, Zhang Fan is just beginning to practice. He's so powerful. If he succeeds in attack one day, what if he doesn't have a martial spirit? At least his son is not a waste. If anyone dares to say that his son is a waste, no matter what the other party's status is, he will never die!

Bully lingran gas, again circulation, let Zhang Fan some deep shock.

Ouyang xian'er on the other side of the distance was moved to see the father and son standing there.

The next day, Zhang Fan opened his eyes, a sharp air suddenly came out of his body.

Spread out his right hand, golden energy floating, when a miniature sword appears in the hand, the sharp breath becomes more intense.

Zixia's skill was passing quickly from his body. Zhang Fan suddenly didn't know it. His eyes looked at the sword vaguely.

"Hum." At this time, Zhang Fan felt the Zixia skill in his body quickly agitated, and the sword suspended in his palm melted in Zhang Fan's palm.

Everything seems to belong to the origin, and the fierce breath is completely absent from Zhang Fan.

At this time, Zhang Fan looks like an ordinary person, but the difference is that at this time, Zhang Fan's face is wearing a smile, and his self-confident look appears on his face. His past decadence and cowardice have disappeared.

"It's a pity." Zhang Fan whispered. After the change of Xuanyuan sword's shape, the demand for energy has become greater. The energy consumed by pulling out the body is huge, which is not what Zhang fan can support now.

Shrugging, Zhang Fan didn't care too much. He came down from the bed and opened the door.

The air was as fresh as ever. Zhang Fan's eyes swept and looked at his courtyard carefully.

Although the building is retro, it has a solemn temperament. The high hall and grand gate, the round co creation and the stone masonry at the corner show the elegance and extraordinary attainments.

After eating the meal prepared by Ouyang xian'er, when Ouyang xian'er finished, she looked up at Ouyang xian'er. A smile appeared on her young white face and said directly, "xian'er, I want to go out for a walk."

With a slight look, Ouyang xian'er could not help saying, "but young master..."

But before Ouyang xian'er finished, he was interrupted by Zhang Fan.

"Your young master is no longer what he used to be."

Zhang Fan stands with a light smile on his face, gentle but useful, with a sense of supremacy. The color of obsession appeared on Ouyang xian'er's face. She felt that as long as she gave Zhang Fan a big enough step, Zhang Fan could step into the sky.

After hesitation, Ouyang xian'er finally nodded, raised her pretty face and looked at Zhang Fan seriously. "Young master, I'll accompany you."

"Good." Zhang Fan nodded and strode out.

Looking at Zhang Fan's back, Ouyang xian'er also followed closely.

Out of the family, came to the street outside, Zhang Fan had a sense of suddenly separated.

The streets of this world are antique, with gray tiles and white walls, as high as the gatehouse. The walls of the gatehouse are exquisitely carved. Buildings with ancient style are located around, which makes Zhang Fan feel unreal.

In my memory, Liuyun country is still very big. Along the way, there are all kinds of shops on both sides of the street, such as weapons shops, jewelry shops and tailor-made clothes shops.

People come and go in an endless stream. To Zhang Fan's surprise, a lot of people have a sword on their back, which is very aggressive.

The harsh voice sounded, Zhang Fan looked up, a gray robed old man across the sky, instantly disappeared in front of him.

His heart beat slightly, and Zhang Fan's blood surged in his bones. He likes the world very much, the world where the strong are respected

The noise came from all directions, pulling Zhang Fan's thoughts back.

"Go."

The corner of his mouth pulled out a trace of radian. Zhang Fan looked at Ouyang xian'er and said, "let's go around."

Ouyang xian'er returned to her senses, smiling, and followed Zhang Fan to the street.

Liuyun city may be just a small country, but the street really gives Zhang Fan a lively feeling.

Eyes swept back and forth, wearing a white robe of Zhang Fan, also fully integrated into the atmosphere.

As he passed by a booth selling weapons, Zhang Fan stopped, his look fluctuated, and his eyes fell on the booth.

"What weapons do you want? I have everything here. It's one of the best. "

The stall owner is a middle-aged man, of medium build, with naturally curved hair and slightly dark skin. He has a kind face and looks honest.

"Let me see."

Black eyes fell on the stall, Zhang Fan swept up.

The weapons on the stalls are very neat, knives, guns, swords There are all kinds of weapons, there are some girl's trinkets, those trinkets were directly ignored by him, his eyes fell on a row of swords.His favorite is the sword!

He was infatuated with the lightness, sharpness and speed of the sword!

His eyes floated slowly and finally fell on a long sword.

The long sword is covered by a golden sheath. The sheath has complicated patterns and unique artistic style. The hilt is very delicate. The end of the hilt is inlaid with a green gem. It looks gorgeous and extraordinary, showing royal style!

Spreading out his right hand, Zhang Fan grabs the sword and starts to precipitate. It's about half a kilo. It feels very good.

"Bang!"

With a clear voice, Zhang Fan directly put the sword out, suddenly a sharp breath swept out from the sword.

"It's a good sword."

Zhang Fan looked at the sword solemnly and found that it was about 65 cm long and 6 cm wide, which was a little bigger than the sword of his previous life, but it was not enough to show anything.

Because the sword requires a suitable one, Zhang Fan holds the sword in his right hand, and a sword flower stabs out in an instant. His fierce breath breathes like a boa constrictor.

"Ah

When a sword flower is finished, Zhang Fan's action is instantly recovered, a beautiful arc appears, and the sword is directly inserted into the scabbard.

It's very smart and clean.

Zhang Fan's eyebrows were slightly raised, and his eyes were a little surprised. This craft is definitely on the top level. The sword and scabbard get along well, complement each other, and there is no sense of Caton.

"How much is this sword, boss?" Zhang Fan felt that this sword was good, and it was a good choice to use it as a temporary weapon.

The stall owner, with a smile on his face, said: "my little brother has a good eye. He picked the best sword I have. However, my little brother is a little strange. I'll take care of you for the first time. I'll sell you this sword for 1200 gold coins."

"Xian'er takes the money." Zhang fanding looked at the stall owner for a while, and told Ouyang xian'er with a smile.

Ouyang xian'er nodded quickly, took out a brocade bag from his body, and then poured it directly into the palm of his hand, twelve Amethyst coins.

One Amethyst is equivalent to 100 gold coins, and twelve Amethyst coins are just 1200 gold coins.

The stall owner took it and paid for it.

He waved his hand to the stall owner, and Zhang Fan held the sword in his right hand. His whole heart seemed to be stable, and his face slowly recovered to calm, but there was a trace of desperation between his eyebrows. These were the essence of his bones, but when it was reflected in his young face, it was out of place.