People Get the Pluto Template in the Super God Start

"Twenty thousand? No, thirty thousand." The little old man had a tug-of-war with Su Tu.

Thirty thousand...

You know, Su Tu won the first place in the ladder qualifying competition, and he got [-], and he returned [-] to Ander, leaving only the [-]. This [-] is obviously a bit inappropriate.

"How much did you charge that man with the scar on his face to smelt metal?" Su Tu suddenly thought of this, looked at the little old man and asked.

"He, for smelting metals and forging weapons...a total of [-]." The little old man said with a sigh.

"Then how come it costs [-] to me?"

"Don't you know, the gold master, that scarred face wearing the armor of the legion is not a good person. I asked for 20, but I gave [-]. I refused. If he said he couldn't do it, he would smash my shop. This is my small business."

"..."

Legion armor...Su Tu remembered that he should have one too, but he hadn't gone to get it yet.

"Am I like a good person?"

Hearing Su Tu's question, the little old man nodded.

"A good man has to be tricked by you like this?" Seeing him nodding, Su Tu frowned slightly: "He can smash your shop...can I not?"

If you can give An De 1 yuan, he will get [-] yuan?Is it because he seems like a good guy?

What bullshit is this.

Hearing this, the little old man swallowed silently.

He watched Su Tu glance around the room, casually picked up a long knife hanging on the wall with one hand, gently grasped the blade with three fingers, and broke it lightly, the blade split into two halves .

"Dare to... Which civilization are you from?" The little old man trembled slightly when he saw this scene.

"Aris, I'm fooling around in the Fourth Army now, and the scarred face I told you about comes from the same place." Su Tu looked at the little old man indifferently, and an aura gradually emanated from him, making the old man The little old man didn't dare to raise his head.

"Can it be done?" Su Tu asked.

"can."

"How much money?"

"You look at your mood."

When the little old man heard that Su Tu was from the Fourth Army, he had already admitted his bad luck.

Although he didn't go out very much, he still knew about the Fourth Legion. The people there were even more domineering than the angels of the regular Angel Legion.

"If you charge Ender [-], then I will give you [-]."

"it is good."

The little old man took over An Suyin and was going to smelt metal later. Su Tu felt that there was nothing wrong with this approach for profiteers.

The wicked always fear the strong and bully the weak. This is very common, and the best way to avoid being bullied is to make yourself stronger and braver.

"When will it be better?"

After understanding Su Tu's question, the little old man turned his head stiffly: "There's not much metal here, probably only a few hours."

"I'll go and see you smelting metal, is it okay?" Su Tu asked again.

"No, as long as you are happy."

Just like that, Su Tu watched the little old man refine the piece of dark silver and forge it into two flying knives.

have to say.

The little old man has something, his furnace is very big, and his technique is very special, when he smelts it, the temperature of the whole room is unbearable for hot people.

A few hours later, under Su Tu's watchful eye, the little old man finished making the dark silver.

Two silver-white flying knives appeared in front of my eyes. These two silver knives were not long, only about ten centimeters.

Su Tu touched the edge of the blade lightly, and a white path was drawn.

Well, it's okay.

"Thank you." Su Tu inspected the goods and said to the little old man after feeling that there was no problem.

"As long as you are satisfied."

The little old man was looking forward to Su Tu leaving soon, so when he was building the weapon just now, he was in a state of speeding up.

"Yeah." Su Tu took out 2 yuan of angel coins from his pocket, and put them on the work table on one side: "[-] processing fees, [-] is the price of destroying the knife hanging in your shop just now."

"Is it enough?"

"enough."

After hearing the little old man say enough, Su Tu was about to leave. Before he took two steps, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the little old man with a flat expression: "Oh, by the way, what's your name? Such a good craftsmanship , I will come to you next time if I have materials.”

"I... mention [-], you just come."

"Eighty thousand? Remember."

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After seeing Su Tu go far away, Ti Bawan breathed a sigh of relief: "The City of Angels can't be messed up! Can't be messed up!"