Chen Fan followed the mysterious Taoist to an abandoned cabin outside the city.

It seems that there have been no signs of life in this place for a long time, but the mysterious Taoist insists that this is his home.

Let Chen Fan call him, Ghost Dao Ren.

Ever since Chen Fan met this ghost and Daoist, he has always felt that this man is mysterious and mysterious, not at all like an expert hermit, but the state he showed seemed to be a game star.

It's really puzzling.

At this moment, the ghost Taoist led Chen Fan to come from without explaining the reason, but just stretched out his hand at him and said: "Come on, give me the bloodthirsty devil blade, and I will help you refine the magic weapon immediately."

In line with the idea of ??peace with what has come, Chen Fan didn't think too much.

Even if this Bloodthirsty Demon Blade stayed on him, it might not be able to exert any powerful power.

It is better to smelt and save trouble.

Chen Fan also wanted to see how sacred this ghost and Taoist was, could he really be able to smelt the Bloodthirsty Demon Blade?

You must know the material used to build the Bloodthirsty Demon Blade, but the fairy iron handed down from the Sky Palace.

People on one side can't refine it.

Even if the Bloodthirsty Demon Blade is only made of waste, it can explain its extraordinary.

Only Chen Fan, who has experienced it personally, can truly appreciate this.

But now, a sloppy old man who casually encountered on the street even said in one word that he would help Chen Fan refining weapons.

If you are an ordinary person, I am afraid I will never believe it.

But after all, Chen Fan had experienced too many things in his life, and his acceptance of many things was still very high, so he gave the bloodthirsty Demon Blade to the opponent without much thought.

Seeing this, the ghost Taoist showed satisfaction in his eyes, waving his hands a few times, and the wind was blazing, and the chilling evil spirit rushed out.

Really a murderous soldier.

"Give me a drop of your blood, and then wait for a good show."

The ghost Taoist ordered, and Chen Fan forced another drop of blood from his fingertips.

Seeing the ghost and Taoist probing his hand, Chen Fan's blood was suspended in his hands, dripping around.

But Chen Fan clearly didn't feel the slightest fluctuation in spiritual power.

I don't know what tricks Guidao Ren used.

"You can wait with peace of mind. Within a stick of incense at the latest, I will return your weapon."

After the voice fell, the ghost Taoist walked into the cabin in front of him, slammed the door shut, and didn't know what he was doing inside.

Chen Fan once tried to sense with his divine sense, but found that this small wooden house seemed to have some peculiar power. As soon as the divine sense touched, it was directly bounced away.

In desperation, Chen Fan had to wait in peace.

At the beginning, he didn't think that refining weapons of the level of Bloodthirsty Demon Blade could end with a stick of incense.

This is just like a joke.

But the result of the fact is that Ghost Daoist didn't even use the time for a stick of incense.

He quickly walked out of the cabin, his face and expression did not change at all, as if nothing had happened.

The only difference is that when walking into the cabin, the ghost is holding the bloodthirsty demon blade.

Now he came out, but he was holding a red sword in his hand, like a long sword irrigated with blood and tyrannical aura!

When Chen Fan saw this sword, his eyes couldn't move away.

The sword is one foot and three inches long and three fingers wide. It is engraved with extremely mysterious inscriptions. After just a few glances, it feels dizzy and can't stand it anymore.

The position of the sword hilt is carved with dragon scale lines, as if two golden dragons with five claws are wrapped around the hilt.

Hovering all the way down, at the position of the guard, a dragon head stretched out on the left and right, with a red orb in its mouth.

Looking at it this way, he is a peerless soldier!