The weapons shop looks like a small one from the outside, but when you walk inside, you bypass a small wooden door and you'll find a wide courtyard.
Among them were more than ten strong men, working in a cloth shed.
The hammer goes up and down, the wind blows and the air blows, it's a lively scene.
The strong man smiled and said:
"Even though my shop is not big, when it comes to making weapons, if I say this place is second, then no one would dare to say that they are number one."
"When you make swords here, you can outsource the work and materials, or you can process them with imported materials. Fine iron, black iron, and divine iron. There is no weapon that I can't make."
Strong men have no taboos and just try their best to put gold on themselves.
Fan Yi smiled and said:
"Take me to see the best sword here first."
When the strong man saw that the young man was ignorant, he said with a tigerish face:
"Don't worry, it's in the back room."
After saying that, he took Fan Yi to the right side of the cloth shed and then opened the wooden door.
Sure enough, there are more than ten kinds of strange-looking weapons displayed in this room, which is dazzling.
Of course, there are most types of swords in this room, including long swords, short swords, broad swords and willow swords, all of which are placed horizontally on wooden shelves.
The strong man turned his head and looked at Fan Yi, then walked to a wooden frame, picked up the sword at the bottom, and said:
"This sword is called Jinghong, and it is considered the best."
Fan Yi took it and looked at it, then took out the long sword from the black scabbard.
Sure enough, this three-foot green blade shone with cold light.
Fan Yi only took one look and knew that this sword was made of excellent materials. The blade was hard but the blade was very tough.
It can only be said that this strong man's sword-fighting ability is really impressive.
Fan Yi put the long sword into its scabbard and asked:
"How much silver?"
The muscular man stretched out his index finger and shook it, and said:
"One hundred spiritual stones!"
One hundred spirit stones were a bit expensive to exchange for a black iron sword. I guess this man saw the young man's unusual clothes, so he thought it should be this much.
Fan Yi smiled and said:
"It's a little more expensive."
He handed the long sword back to the man, and then looked around again, trying to see if there was a good sword that caught his eye.
When the strong man took the long sword, he followed closely and said with a smile:
"This sword is worth a hundred spirit stones. If you think it's too expensive, then look at something else."
Fan Yi pointed to the other broad swords and swords and said:
"How many spiritual stones are these?"
The strong man thought about it and replied:
"Twenty spirit stones per handle, made of fine iron, are enough to kill hybrid beasts. What? Do you want this?"
Fan Yi did not answer the man immediately, but walked to the corner of the room.
I saw a bamboo basket in the corner, with some old sword strips stuck in the bamboo basket.
Fan Yi became interested for a moment, so after walking into the bamboo basket, he picked up an old sword stick and looked at it.
The moment when Lao Jian Tiao took possession of it.
Fan Yi only felt that the movement of spiritual power in his body seemed to have stagnated for a moment. This feeling was too subtle, but it was real.
Fan Yi turned to look at the muscular man and said:
"If I give you a hundred spiritual stones to buy the Jinghong Sword, can you give these to me?"
The muscular man chuckled and said:
"Those are the sword embryos I beat with eggs here. I'm thinking of taking the time to return them to the furnace and make them again. If you want them, just take them all away."
"These sword embryos haven't been sharpened yet, and the hilts haven't been carved out yet. It won't do much good if you take them."
Fan Yi thought for a while and said:
"You can make the hilt of the sword, and I will give you ten extra spirit stones. There is no need to sharpen the sword. I will take it back to my hometown to practice with the children."
The strong man knew Fan Yi's intention, so he agreed quickly without thinking too much.
He picked up the tall bamboo basket and walked out the door.
He casually ordered the craftsmen to add wooden handles to these dozen old iron bars.
Not long after.
Each iron sword has a hilt added to it, and has also been polished with stone and sand by craftsmen. Although it is not edged, it still looks stylish.
The strong man took out a large wooden box, placed all the iron swords in it, and then handed it to Fan Yi.
Fan Yi put the wooden box into the storage waistband, waiting to go into the small cave one day and give these more than ten long swords to the children in the village to play with.
As for the special old sword just now, Fan Yi could only wait until he left the market town to study it carefully.
Jinghong, who was wearing a black scabbard on Fan Yi's waist, indeed looked a bit like an advanced monk.
The strong man sent Fan Yi out of the shop and said with a smile:
"If you need weapons in the future, come to me. My name is Shi Lei!"
After Fan Yi said hello, he walked quickly outside the market town.
This time, he didn't plan to ride to Huben City, just so he could get familiar with Colorful Wings.
Fifty miles out of the market town, all we see are mountains and hills.
Fan Yi took out the route map and looked at it before moving on.
Until the sun sets, we are still walking through the dense forest.
for a long time.
I saw a cave on the stone peak not far away.
Fan Yi flew to the cave with colorful wings, lit a fire inside, and prepared to spend the night before setting off.
After eating and drinking enough, he took out the wooden box where the iron sword was placed, and immediately found the old sword as black as ink.
He put the other iron swords back into the wooden box and looked at them carefully.
The old sword strip looks a bit ugly. The width of the blade is irregular. On the contrary, the end of the sword is much wider than the tail, making it feel a bit top-heavy.
Fan Yi grasped the hilt of the old sword tightly and suddenly felt that the spiritual energy in his body was running slowly.
The sword was held for a moment, and black spiritual energy emerged from the old iron bar.
For a moment, Fan Yi found that the old sword flashed with a sword light.
This is a matter that has not yet been resolved. It is really strange how the sword light appears.
Fan Yi realized that this old sword was not made of ordinary materials, and it might be a treasure.
He just put it into the Fang Cun Tiger Card, just waiting for the opportunity to sharpen it.
The sky was getting dark, and the low roars of beasts could be heard outside the cave, coming closer and closer, many of which were mixed with strange sounds.
Fan Yi leaned against the stone wall of the cave, holding the Jinghong Sword in his hands, and fell asleep.
Nothing happened all night.
Just after dawn, there was a young man flying through the dense forest with a pair of colorful flying wings.
From time to time, we would stay in the tree canopy and continue flying after reading the route map.
Until noon.
The young man stopped on the top of the mountain and practiced swordsmanship according to the simple sword manual.
Speaking of which, this set of swordsmanship was an introductory martial skill given to him by Bai Yanfeng.
It has been two days since Fan Yi left Wu Zong.
At this time, in Qilunming's Lundao Pavilion, four elders in purple martial robes were drinking tea and chatting.
Zhou Tong opened his mouth and said:
"Senior brother, you knew that Fan Yi was going to receive the mission, so you deliberately arranged to deliver the message to Huben City. Is it too dangerous to go there?"
When Qi Lunming put down the tea cup, he did not answer Zhou Tong's question.
Instead he said:
"Huben City is located in a fortress and is the only passage to Linzhou, the Netherworld."
"Although Li Shuming is old, he is loyal to Wuzong."
"If it were the Wang family and the Ding family, no matter who takes over as city leader, it would be difficult to control."
Hong Gong nodded calmly and said:
"Wang Honglin and Ding Yidao have just broken through the seventh level of cultivation, and they are already ready to make a move."
"What the secret letter said is that these two family heads have close contacts with the Hua Zong and cannot be ignored."
Ye Yuyi looked a little worried and said:
"Since senior brother wants to test people's hearts, why let a young man take risks? He is senior brother's direct disciple."
Qilunming waved his hand and said:
"A direct disciple is also a disciple of the Wuzong. Too much favoritism is not good. When dealing with many sect affairs, it depends on the mind and the city government."
"If one day the four of us old guys die in battle in the Demon Realm, we will have successors."
Zhou Tong smiled and said:
"Is it because of those spiritual trees? Junior brother admires it."
All four of them laughed loudly.
