I am a weakling, but I am regarded as the supreme holy devil by the righteous people.

Since ancient times, no one has shit, and no one can shit without paper.

If you never use paper, then you must use your fingers!

Well, another good poem!

——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Chapter 4613 of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang

County Town, Center Street.

Yin changed his clothes, the beggar's clothes and dust were gone, and half of the bamboo pole and broken bowl were thrown to the ground.

Wearing a black military robe, with his hair tied up, and wearing a cloak and a hat, he now looked like a martial artist running around in the world, with the aura of cultivation suppressed to the level of the mortal realm.

To be honest, under normal circumstances, Yindu would not dress up like this, especially during the mission.

Once you show that you have cultivation, it will attract a lot of people to investigate and speculate, which is extremely detrimental to the assassination mission.

But he had no choice today, he had to pretend like this, otherwise it would cause even greater trouble.

Because he wants to buy a sword.

Bamboo poles are really not good, even when faced with ordinary warriors. When faced with a real master, the bamboo pole's ability to break through defenses and kill was so poor that it was impossible to look directly at him.

If he hadn't lost his sword, the guy who practiced the demon-devouring skill wouldn't have been able to hurt him, nor would he have been able to escape from his sword.

He coughed twice, he was injured, and his strength was now greatly reduced.

But he is unwilling to give up the mission, so now he can only buy another sword, a good enough sword.

Feng Huanlou had no hope at all. After asking around, he found out that the demon cultivator had taken away his sword.

Without the sword in hand, the possibility of completing the task will be greatly reduced.

When looking for a shop, look for a good one. Through his own experience, Yin began to judge which weapons shop in Qingjun was reliable.

Too small and not skilled enough to make the sword he wanted.

He didn't dare to enter several well-known time-honored stores because he saw the Taotie pattern on their signboards.

Humph, his rich experience in assassination told him that this must be the mouth of the demon cultivator.

The secret hall of Tianmo Sect is really direct enough, I'm afraid you can't see it.

Finally, Yin found a store that looked pretty good.

First of all, the door is big enough, very impressive, and the decoration is gorgeous. At first glance, it looks like a weapons shop that is not short of money, the kind that does big business and produces high-quality products.

Secondly, the door plate is not a Taotie pattern, but a flower from the other side. This shows that it is not a business of the Tianmo Sect. I have never seen such a mark on the Heavenly Demon Sect, and there has never been any information on it.

Well, this is it.

Li's weapons!

Is there a big family named Li in the county?

Yin walked in slowly. The shopkeeper was sitting behind the counter. When he saw the person coming, he only raised his eyes slightly and said, "This shop does not accept ordinary warriors!"

Hidden smile, this store is quite charming.

I like!

Without saying anything nonsense, Yin slowly took out a piece of gold and threw it on the shopkeeper's table.

In an instant, the shopkeeper opened his eyes when he saw Qian and jumped up.

"Oh, it turns out we are an honored guest. Xiao Wu, please serve tea!"

Yin was too lazy to chat with him, so he deliberately lowered his voice and said in a hoarse voice: "I need a sword, two feet two long and three inches wide. The blade should be as thin as possible, and the blade should be as sharp as possible. , the hilt of the sword is made of Tongyuan iron stone and black stone, and the sword body must be at least 40% Tongyuan iron stone, with a health slot, and it must be soft or hard. How many days can it be completed? "

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "We have the best craftsmen and we will definitely finish it in ten days."

Yin shook his head and said: "It's too slow. In ten days, the New Year will be over. Three days, I'll give you three days at most."

The shopkeeper frowned and said, "Three days, I'm afraid it won't work."

Hiding the nonsense, he took out another gold ingot.

The shopkeeper glared and said, "Sir, this is not a matter of money. Your demand will take at least five days!"

Yin silently took out another one.

The shopkeeper grabbed it and said loudly: "Three days, just three days. I guarantee it will be completed!"

Yin pointed at the gold ingot and said: "This is a deposit. Once the sword is ready, there will be a reward. By the way, I also need a sword for self-defense for the time being!"

"Understood, come on, this is a good sword made of pure black stone. You can use it first. After three days, you can come back to get a new sword!"

Yin nodded with satisfaction, took the sword, and strode away without even taking a sip of water.

The shopkeeper put away the gold ingots and took the tea ceremony brought by Xiao Wu: "It's a good business. Go and let them use the scraps that Mr. Li got to make swords."

Xiao Wu said from the side: "Is it possible? It will explode."

The shopkeeper glared and said: "If you add one portion of Tongyuan Iron Stone, add two fragments. Anyway, it seems that his cultivation level is not very good, and his vitality cannot break through the sword body. If it really explodes one day in the future, he will also die. In short I won’t come back to return it.”

Xiaowu clicked his tongue and exclaimed: "You are so wise!"

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "It's not me who is wise, it's Mr. Li who is wise. The sect leader is wise. Go to work quickly and get out!"

…

Two days passed in a flash, and Zhang Mo began another day of "diligence" as a sect leader.

Sitting on the recliner, Zhang Mo opened the Shengdao Daily to see if there was anything wrong today.

Well, it’s still the same old stuff.

In various battles between the Soul Sect and the Yuan Sect, several people died and several cities were captured.

It's a small fight, and it seems that neither side will make any big moves before the spring.

When I opened the Zhengdao Daily again, the news was not much different.

The only thing that has a little more is the new ranking of big devils.

This thing is ranked every month. Zhang Mo has been in the top five for several months. If this continues, he can stay there for a long time. When will it fall off the list?

The portrait was really ugly. Zhang Mo thought about sending a portrait to Zhengdao Newspaper. It would pollute the eyes.

But if we look at the portraits of the demons at the top of his ranking, hehe, it seems they are not much different.

They are all equally ugly, giving people the impression that if they don't look like shit, they can't be the devil.

"It's boring!"

Throw the newspaper away. These newspapers now are not as good-looking as the Zhengdao Newspaper in Qingjun, and their writing is not as good as that of the handsome young man called Juebi Scholar.

By the way, where has this guy gone now? Is he dead?

If he didn't die, Zhang Mo would even be willing to save his life and just write articles for the Holy Dao Daily from now on.

Just help them Tianmo Sect promote the concept of peace.

"Sect Master, Sect Master!"

Just when Zhang Mo was about to take a nap, Lao Li ran over again.

"What's going on? Don't always be surprised, learn to be calm!"

Zhang Mo asked with squinted eyes.

Lao Li quickly stepped forward, his smile like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Yes, yes, yes, I don't have a sect master. My heart is as calm as water. But sect master, good news, good news. News came from the auction house that someone wants to sell a special treasure that contains rich spiritual energy!"

Zhang Mo immediately jumped up, grabbed Lao Li and said, "When? It must be taken down."

Lao Li nodded repeatedly and said: "Of course, I'll get everyone ready to help him auction today, and he will come with the treasure today. Sect Master, do you want to calm down?"

Zhang Mo glared and said: "Don't worry about your mother, let's go to the auction house!"