"Hu——!Hu——!" The north wind blew whistling.

The snow gradually became heavier and fell downwards densely, and soon the surrounding trees were covered with snow-white layers.

The man with a knife was wearing a thin dress. He was stretching out his hands and staring at Naozuna stiffly.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the man on his back was shivering so much that he squinted his eyes again.

But I couldn't help but glance at the bone knife on Shang Izuna's waist.

The man with a knife back and forth between Shangquanna and the bone knife, looking at the bone knife without any concealment.

Seeing this, Shang Quanna narrowed his scarlet eyes slightly.

Click!

He put his hand on the hilt of the bone knife around his waist.

The man with a knife back immediately frightened his pupils, and his calves, which were so cold that they were staggering backwards!

"I'm really sorry!!"

Dong!

The man with his legs shivered, his calves softened, and he suddenly knelt on the ground, lowered his head and pressed against the ground, and shouted to Shang Quanna with a trembling voice:

"I am just a knife forgingman! I came to this town to sell knives! But I didn't find anyone!"

"But, I saw smoke from cooking on this mountain..."

"So! That's why I came to this mountain!"

"I didn't mean to break into your territory!!"

The knife maker looked nervous. He knelt on the ground, his voice dull from his head knelt on the ground, and his kneeling body was slowly retreating:

"Please let me go!"

As he was talking, seeing that Shang Quannai did not respond, the knife maker's voice contained some trembling crying voice:

"Don't eat me..."

"I stand all year round... the meat must be both tickle and dry..."

"It's not delicious... definitely not delicious...!!"

The knife maker knelt down and curled up and muttered quickly. Obviously he had heard rumors about cannibals.

As Wusan escapes longer, the more the spread of ghosts becomes.

The knife maker trembled. He looked up and glanced at Shang Quannai, who was staring at him. As his eyes crossed, he shrank his head suddenly:

"But! If you have to eat me... can you let me fulfill my last wish..."

His voice gradually became weaker, and the original scream turned into a low mutter:

"Give me some appreciation for your sword, a glance, even if it's just a few moments..."

The knife maker closed his eyes, recalling the shocking glance of the bone knife just now, and gritted his teeth with his lips!

He suddenly raised his head from the ground! His narrow eyes opened, and the monk Izuna, with a firm expression, looked at each other:

"It's not a pity to die!!"

Although he shouted the oath with righteousness, the knife maker still couldn't help but glance at the bone knife.

He looked at the bone knife that was integrated and shining with pure white and sharp sword light in the snow, and swallowed a hard saliva.

"This person..."

Shang Quannai narrowed her eyes and looked at the knife maker kneeling and straightening up in front of her, feeling a little complicated.

Knife dealer?

Forged knife?

Can you kill a knife?

Shang Quanna looked at the knife maker in front of him, solemn and firm.

He looked up slightly again and looked at the sharp knife in the basket, which was neatly stuck in the basket.

I had a plan in my heart.

xin--!

Shang Quanna held the handle of the bone knife on his waist and pulled it out with one hand!

Swish!

A quick horizontal slash!

The bone knife instantly drew a white semicircle in the air! Then it stayed steadily in front of the knife maker who had opened his eyes wide and shining eyes.

The sharp cold light gathered on the tip of the knife, shining with dazzling light in the snowy sky.

The knife maker looked at the sharp tip of the knife that was stuck above his forehead obsessed with, and his eyes were wide open.

His eyes were filled with the treasures, and he looked at the blade of the bone knife carefully as if he had obtained a treasure.

My hands were a little at a loss and tightly grasped the hem of my clothes, rubbing them up and down excitedly.

"I'm here, I'm dead...no regrets!"

The knife maker's eyes were so excited that he was confused. He opened his mouth slightly, suppressed his excited voice, and whispered.

Large flakes of snow fell on him. Although he was wearing thin clothes, he seemed to care nothing.

Shang Quanna pointed at the swordsman's forehead with the tip of the knife, tilted his head, and asked at the swordsman in a indifferent tone:

“Where did it come from?”

"In the village! A small village to the south!" The knife maker stared at the bone knife in front of him and answered without hesitation almost instantly.

Shang Quannai raised her eyebrows when she heard the word "Meng" and instantly felt that things seemed to become subtle. He continued to ask:

"Village? How many people in the village can forge knives?"

Speaking of this, the knife maker's excited expression suddenly became a little sad as if he was watered, but he still observed the bone knife with excitement:

"Only me, and my master."

Upon hearing this, Shang Quannai curled his lips helplessly, then took back his bone knife and inserted it back into the scabbard around his waist.

The knife maker looked at Shang Quannai's appearance of retracting the knife, without any surprise, but instead looked happy.

He looked at the knife maker in front of him with a satisfied look in disappointment.

He thought he could directly harvest a whole village composed of knife-forging men.

It seems that he is too whimsical.

Yes, in the original work, the Knife Forging Village was also a village that was later re-formed by other Knife Forging People.

Not formed naturally.

Thinking of this, Shang Quanna sighed. He looked down at the bone knife on his waist, and then looked at the knife maker who was kneeling on the ground, his knees were already blue with cold.

He turned his back to the knife maker.

He raised his left hand and observed it carefully for a while.

Then, hold the left arm with your right hand and pinch your nails deeply into the flesh.

Puff!

A few blood flowers splattered red, dyeing the snow-white snow at Shang Quannai's feet, which also made the knife maker kneeling behind him stunned for a moment.

Then, Shang Quanna groped in his left arm, finally grabbed a bone, and pulled it out of his arm!

laugh!

During the pulling process, the shape of the bones quickly twisted and deformed.

Finally, Shang Quanna completely pulled out an ulna that had turned into a blade and swung it to the side!

Sao!

The remaining blood on the ulna was sprinkled in the snow, and at this moment, the ulna completely turned into a short blade of the length of the forearm.

It's a bad risk.

The sharp sword light shone brightly under the dim sun.

The knife maker kneeling behind Shang Quannai was stunned.

He stared at the constant flow of blood, then turned around and held a handful of new ribs.

Shang Quanna's left arm was weak and limp, but after just a few breaths, he clenched his fists again and glanced at his left arm that had recovered as before.

He held the ribs and gestured twice in the sun, feeling the weight of his purchase.

As a ghost, it is relatively easy for him to change the density of his own bones.

Afterwards, Shang Quanna threw the ribs in his hand at the knife maker!

laugh!

The sharp ribs penetrated straight into the snow in front of the knife maker.

The knife maker raised his head and looked at Shang Quanna who was rubbing his radius in confusion:

"You...this is..."

Shang Quanna turned around and walked towards the mountainside, saying without looking back:

"Send it to you."

When the knife maker heard this, he immediately stood up in shock, holding the ribs in both hands, and was stunned and wanted to refuse.
Chapter completed!