The clothes were refined in only five days, much faster than the knife, this is a black long-sleeved dress, it is not good-looking, of course, this dress is worn inside, it doesn't matter if it looks good or not.

Now Duan Li'er also learned the reason why he didn't find that Duan Jiazhuang for so long, because there was a thick fog spreading in the Demon Beast Mountain Range, and everyone didn't want to take the risk, so they were all waiting for the dense fog to disappear, and according to the current situation, it would take more than a month for the dense fog to disappear.

So Fenglin wasn't in a hurry, so she still had time to go to that place!

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In fifteen days, Duan Li'er came from Dongjun City to the mysterious city in the Ten Thousand Beasts Demon Forest, and now her speed has been more than twice as fast as the last time she came, and in addition, there are no powerful demon beasts to stop her along the way, so she can come to this city in the fastest time.

"Duan Li'er, what kind of wind is blowing you!" Fang Zihao knew that Duan Li'er was already waiting for her in the living room of his house, so he hurried back.

"Uncle Fang, in fact, I came to you because I had something!" Duan Li'er said a little embarrassed.

"Don't be embarrassed, I can help if I can!" Fang Zihao patted his chest and said.

Duan Li'er didn't procrastinate, took out the knife over there and handed it to Fang Zihao.

Fang Zihao looked at the knife, his pupils contracted violently, and he stroked the knife with a trembling hand, "Good guy!" After a long time, Fang Zihao exclaimed.

"I really didn't expect you to use all those ink crystals, but it's a pity that you didn't polish them, you came to me, just let me help you sharpen your knife!" Fang Zihao's eyes still never left the knife.

"Yes!" Duan Li'er's face flushed slightly and he smiled.

"Sharpening this knife doesn't insult my identity, you're welcome!" Fang Zihao laughed.

"Who refined this knife, it's obviously tailor-made for you!" said curiously.

"I refined it myself!" Duan Li'er said proudly, she was proud to be able to refine such a spirit bird weapon, and she herself was very proud.

Fang Zihao was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and asked again, "Does this knife have a name?"

"It doesn't matter if it's a name or not. "Duan Li'er hadn't given any weapons a name before.

"There has to be a name, leave this name to me, I'll go sharpen the knife, it will take some time!" Fang Zihao said as he stroked the knife repeatedly.

"No problem!" Duan Li'er said dryly.

Fang Zihao turned around and left, when she came out, it had been ten days, although Fang Zihao looked a little tired, but his face was excited, holding the knife and admiring it.

The knife was sharpened, and the blade was still black, without the dazzling cold light, but it exuded a slight chilling air.

"This knife is called the Purple Pole Knife! I feel a violent power when I hold him!" Fang Zihao also felt a little strange, holding this knife always had a strange feeling.

"Purple Pole Knife, good name!" Duan Li'er nodded in admiration.

Duan Li'er took the Purple Pole Knife, looked at it carefully, and then inserted it back into the scabbard, at this moment, the Purple Pole Knife trembled slightly, and Duan Li'er didn't feel it.

"Uncle Fang, it's really hard!" Duan Li'er said gratefully.

"You're welcome, if it weren't for your help last time, this city would have been ruined a long time ago!" Fang Zihao said with a smile.

"If I hadn't had something to do, I would have stayed and had a drink with you!" Duan Li'er sighed.

"If there's anything you can do to help, just speak up!" Fang Zihao said loudly.