It's a coincidence.

After Gengen and Mikoto closed their stalls, things on White Fang's side were also over.

Teacher White Fang and the old blacksmith walked out of the forge room covered in sweat.

Although the old man was slightly tired, his eyes were bright.

This was the first time he had forged such a high-quality weapon.

This short knife, originally Chakra metal content is not low.

In addition, that one is really not an ordinary ore.

This also created that this short knife is already infinitely close to the existence of the artifact!

"Just wait for your short blade now, just cool down."

White Fang was also tired and nodded with satisfaction.

He could feel it.

His old fellows have transformed from the inside out!

Even if it is not an artifact level, it is not too much.

"Old man Ye, your craftsmanship is still so sneaky."

"Even those so-called master craftsmen, in front of you, are just some of them, the things that make axes in the banmen."

"Thank you this time, Old Man Ye."

Rarely, the White Fang will also compliment people.

However, the words of the white fang did make the old man very useful.

It's just that these words come out of the mouth of the White Fang.

Directly let the three little ones outside the house, who had just returned, were scorched and tender by Lei.

The three little ones were all professional, with strained faces, and walked in casually.

White Fang resisted the urge to pick the ground with his toes.

There was an atmosphere called embarrassment in the air.

But the White Fang is a clever ghost.

Immediately smiled, reminding Old Man Ye: "My local rich disciple, you are here." Being

mentioned like this, Old Man Ye remembered.

This stinky boy can touch a lot of his own things!

In an instant, he was not angry, came to the source, and spread out a hand:

"Give money."

Genichi was stunned and his eyes widened.

What give money?

Good you flagwood white tooth!

The master consumes, and the apprentice pays?

It's not such a pitting apprentice!

His hands were constantly up and down to protect himself, and he was defensive.

"What money? I didn't! Seeing

that Yuan pretended to be stupid, Old Man Ye said angrily:

"You took away the old man's ten shurikens, and did not give money to the old man!"

I rub!

This has all been discovered.

Source cold sweat straight out.

But not too much quibbling.

Instead, he asked,

"How much is a shuriken?"

The old man didn't say much, just said lightly:

"Ordinary shuriken five hundred taels, what you took away is a boutique shuriken, eight hundred tael."

Eight hundred and one?

The source was stunned.

It's not that it's expensive.

On the contrary, his price here is not expensive at all.

And with the same price as Konoha, compared with his, the quality of the old man can be said to be able to throw Konoha a few streets.

Gen, a little incredulous, asked again.

"How much?"

The old man frowned a little impatiently, and repeated again without anger:

"Five hundred for ordinary and eight hundred for fine products."

With such a cheap price, the source's eyes lit up directly.

I am worried that I have money to spend.

Just right, arm the small empty village.

Genichi grabbed the old man's hand with a look of enthusiasm and excitement.

"Old man, how many such goods do you have?"

The old man struggled, rather disgusted by the source holding his hand.

He always felt like he wasn't clean.

But dead or alive could not be thrown off open source, and finally could only helplessly say:

"There are thousands of handles."

Yuan Daxi, didn't even think about it.

"I want the spot, how much? Is there a discount for buying more?

Yuan's series of questions made the little old mind buzz, and he asked in disbelief.

"You want it all?"

Yuan nodded affirmatively, indicating that you heard correctly.

At this time, it was not calm, and it was replaced by white teeth.

He didn't doubt that Yuan had the strength to buy these, but he couldn't understand the purpose of Yuan's doing so.

It's always impossible, there is nowhere to spend more money, right?

Only Hand Da rarely thought about it, feeling that this matter should be related to Xiaokong Mountain.

As for Mikoto, although she was surprised, since it was Genji, then she definitely supported it.

"Of course. All your weapons and equipment, as long as you have them, I want them all. "

The old man is happy.

Hey, took my shuriken and still want to tease the old man to play with me?

"Hey! You little doll, do you know how much these cost..." But

before the old man finished speaking, the old man was stunned.

Because the source directly took out a pile, a million bills, and threw them in his hands.

The words suddenly choked.

After taking the money, the old man looked serious and checked them one by one.

A long time later.

The old man opened his mouth and invited the source into the elegant seat in the store.

The old man's eyes were in the shape of money.

"Little doll, you sit down first."

"In addition to the shuriken, I also have Senbon, Shinobi, and Kuno, in addition, I also support customized forehead protection."

Then, the little old man skillfully introduced his own business.

This is exactly what the source means.

He originally came to procure weapons and equipment to arm the small empty village.

It must also be a person who will not refuse.

Source's main weapon, currently shuriken, is playing a dart.

Only a few days earlier, he had learned the use of the second weapon, the knife.

The knife art of the Qimu clan.

All along, Gengen used a shuriken as a carrier for the Flying Thunder God mark.

As for why it is not the same as Watergate, there is no need to suffer nothing, the main thing is that the source feels troublesome.

The bitterness is too heavy, it is inconvenient to carry it on the body all the time, and although the source is also used, it is not commonly used.

As for the shuriken, this one fits the source very well, lightweight, compact and easy to carry.

Genzo kept nodding, indicating that he wanted them all.

Then, in front of the source, the old man introduced the weapons in his arsenal one by one.

"This is Ku Wu."

Glancing at the mass, Gengen nodded.

Took out a pen and paper and asked, "Price quantity." The

old man named a price, and a quantity of 1,000 handfuls.

Then he took out another sword, the kind of sword in the ghost slayer.

"This is the sword."

The source took a record, glanced at it again, and asked puzzled:

"Isn't this a knife?"

The old man was stunned, not knowing what to say.

But Minamoto also chuckled.

"Sword is sword, price quantity."

In the next half hour, the old man introduced everything in his house one by one.

The source did not disappoint him, and only four words answered him.

Price quantity.

After waiting for the source statistics, a total of 23 million was spent to buy the old man's weapons inventory.

And then it's not over.

The source also asked the old man to customize, a thousand copies of the ninja forehead, the forehead protection pattern is an empty word.

It means small empty mountain.

Then Yuan, paid half of the deposit, took the zero shift, and came to the night snack stall.

After ordering food, Gen, alone, came to the tailor's shop.

The source drew his own design.

In fact, it is Xiao's clothes in the original work, a black trench coat embroidered with red clouds.

At the fingers of the boss, a large order of a hundred sets was placed.

Then I ran to the ninja shop and bought several super large sealing scrolls.

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