Chapter 893: Conquer the Demon's Sword

But Han Fei's eyes looked at these weapons without blinking, and a disappointed expression appeared in her eyes.
She admitted that these are some good weapons, but... not what she wanted.
"Anything else?"
The manager froze for a while, and asked some cautiously: "Aren't these satisfactory to you?"
Han Fei shook her head and said, "Not enough."
The steward asked nervously: "What do you need?"
Han Fei thought for a while and said, "Sword, but it's not an ordinary sword, it's more powerful."
"Better?"
"Do you have any?"
The steward felt insulted and gritted his teeth and said, "Absolutely! The Treasure Pavilion can satisfy every guest!"
After that, he led Han Fei to the third floor, and this floor, even Xiaoling had never been there, it was an extremely mysterious place, and ordinary people could not go up, today because of the increase in mystery Only then did she have the opportunity to go up and take a look, and she would definitely be able to show off when she looked back.
The so-called third floor is very empty, there are not a few cabinets in the entire space, and the environment is very dark, but the atmosphere filled with it is a bit nervous.
Zina was the one who felt the deepest. As soon as she stepped on her feet, her back hair had never gone down, her whole body was tense, and she always felt stared at by something.
But Han Fei was a little surprised. This kind of aura is usually the evil spirit that some very powerful weapons can bring. It seems that this manager has not deceived her, there is really something good.
"This is one of our town's treasures, called the Hanxiao Sword, which is owned by a demon king, but its master has fallen, and only such a sword remains."
Guan Shi pointed to a dark sword hung on the wall while explaining it.
Han Fei's eyes couldn't move away when she saw the sword.
This is a very beautiful sword, dark and low-key, quietly hung on the wall, compared to the more gorgeous weapons next to it, it really looks like a shy milk doll, but this does not mean It is weak, in fact, the murderous aura exuding from this Hanxiao sword is about to diffuse out.
The steward said: "But the Hanxiao sword has been here for a long time. Many customers wanted to buy it. After all, it once belonged to the Demon King's sword. This represents its noble status and absolute strength, so it's natural. It has such a temper."
The steward emphasized the last sentence, hesitated, and added: "But you can first try whether you can control this sword. If you can't, I'm taking you to pick a more obedient sword."
Han Fei shook her head and said, "No, that's it."
"You, don't you try? I suggest you try it better."
Han Fei laughed blankly, but still stepped forward and reached out and took down the sword, but when her hand grasped the sword, a harsh buzzing sounded and the whole sword was in Han Fei's hands. Trembling, as if resisting Han Fei's touch.
And Han Fei, when she touched this sword with her fingertips, a violent killing intent surged over. She seemed to have seen many demons who died under this sword, and those unwilling eyes looked one by one. Echoed.
A smile appeared at the corner of Han Fei’s mouth, and she exhausted her best effort to control the sword aura of this sword. She still used the sacred aura of the golden guard. One can imagine how resistant this sword belonging to the demon clan is. Up.
When he resisted, the sword was half drawn out, shocking everyone around him.
The steward’s face was sweaty, and he wanted to stop it out loud. Before, there was a nobleman who wanted to buy this Hanxiao sword, but Hanxiao sword didn’t accept the new owner at all, and flew out and gave the nobleman’s head. Cut it off.
Now there are people who are so afraid of death!
But before the manager spoke to dissuade him, he heard Han Fei whispering.
"If you don't want to be broken by me, it's better to be safe."
The steward's heartbeat missed a beat, thinking that he had heard it wrong, and when he turned his head, he saw that the master's eyes were full of terrifying oppression.
The manager immediately took a few steps back and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
"Huh? Don't like me? I know you don't like me, but you just need to use it well."
"Huh? I don't think I deserve it? Hehe, you probably really want to be broken."
Having said that, Han Fei directly squeezed the body of the sword with both hands. Fortunately, there was a scabbard, so she didn't cut her hands. She made a bend, as if she really wanted to break the Demon King's sword.
The manager wanted to stop it, but I couldn't speak, and thought it was impossible. How could there be a Hanxiao sword that a demon could break in this world?
and so……
When the manager saw Han Fei really bend the Han Xiao sword slowly, his eyes were about to pop out.
Han Fei's strength is capable of directly punching the light steel rock. It seems that it is not too difficult to break a sword now, but it takes more effort.
The originally calm Han Xiao sword was already anxious when it was bent to a certain extent, and it hummed continuously.
Han Fei squinted his eyes. The best sword will probably have a certain level of consciousness after years of baptism, and she was just communicating with this sword spirit, but the communication is not good. This sword is touching At that time, she knew that she was a human identity, so she refused to serve her.
But Han Fei didn't care, and still admired such a unique sword, but it didn't affect her want to teach it a little lesson.
"What? You still have a chance now, obedient?"
"It's really stubborn, not willing to admit defeat, okay, then break it, there are so many swords in this world, I don't have to you."
"Oh, I'm very rich, I broke you off, and I can afford the price. You don't need to worry about this."
"Okay, goodbye."
Just when Han Fei was about to use force, the Han Xiao sword finally gave in. It swiped and inserted itself into the scabbard perfectly, and stayed quietly in Han Fei's hands.
Han Fei was very satisfied, drew out the Han Xiao sword, swung it twice, looked at the dark blade with great satisfaction, turned her head and said to the already dumbfounded steward: "I need this, how many spars?"
The manager immediately reacted and said: "Yes, it happens to be three thousand spars."
Zina swallowed the phrase ‘how so expensive’ that Zina rushed to her lips, because she saw what Han Fei really liked,
It's hard to buy a daughter.
But it's really expensive! Worthy of being the devil, the sword!
Han Fei happily agreed to the deal, but after thinking about it, there were too few spars left, and said: "I have some things for you to deal with."
The manager who had already calmed down was shocked by this sentence again.
Still more? ? !
The steward thinks that today must be the most special day, so special that he feels that his legs are a bit soft.
"Why, is it not enough spar?"
"Enough! Some treasures in the Treasure Pavilion are spar! You can exchange it!"