On the shelf is a portable weapon.
In addition to magic weapons, monks who are good at fighting usually have a personal weapon, such as a sword and a dagger, which they use for personal defense or when cutting through thorns and killing monsters in the wild.
The reason why the weapon is strange in style is that its appearance is similar to the iron ruler used by Zhao Lin when he was a policeman.
In the middle is a short mace with hand guards on both sides, but it is different from the iron ruler in that the head of the short mace is slightly wider and bladed, and the hand guards on both sides have hooks.
Press and hold the lever on the handle, and the hand hook will close inward to hook the enemy's weapon.
"This thing is good. It can be used as a weapon and can also be used to dig up spiritual herbs."
Zhao Lin liked it at first sight. He walked straight over, took the iron ruler in his hand, and waved it twice. It felt very handy.
After the last Dharma assembly, Zhao Lin had been thinking about how to deal with the magic weapon.
I am not a physical practitioner, so I cannot use my body to carry the magic weapon, especially for a swordsman like Fang Qinglu, whose flying sword is fast and sharp, making it difficult to defend against it.
Although the victory was thrilling, thinking about that flying sword that came and went like lightning gave people a headache.
With this iron ruler, you can block the magic weapon directly. If you use it well, you can also lock the magic weapon.
In this way, your safety in the Yinfeng Realm will be more guaranteed.
Seeing that Zhao Lin seemed interested in this weapon, the man immediately came over.
"Sir, do you like this cross?"
Zhao Lin had already bought the armor. Knowing that the low-level monk in front of him had the purchasing power, the clerk became much more enthusiastic than before.
Without waiting for Zhao Lin to answer, he introduced it eloquently: "Sir, you have good taste. This cross is carefully crafted by our craftsman. It is the same as the armor you just bought. It is made of fine gold. .”
"Although it's not a magic weapon, the materials used are not bad at all!"
Zhao Lin was noncommittal and asked, "How much?"
The clerk looked at the words and felt that there was a way out, so he said cautiously: "The original price was two thousand two hundred spirit coins, but now it is sold for two thousand."
"So expensive? Forget it."
Zhao Lin threw the iron ruler to the waiter, turned around and left.
The iron ruler was covered with a thick layer of dust. It was obvious that it couldn't be sold and had to be chopped off.
In fact, this is exactly the case. The weapon refiner worked hard to build a strange weapon on a whim. Unfortunately, no one took it seriously. The price dropped steadily, and in the end it could only be left in a corner to gather dust.
"The guest is here to stay. The price can be negotiated."
The clerk shouted quickly and ran a few steps to catch up with Zhao Lin. This cross has been in the shop for two years. People often ask for the price, but they can't let it go.
Zhao Lin sneered, "An ordinary weapon is more expensive than a magic weapon. What's there to talk about?"
The waiter said: "How much do you want me to say, sir?"
"one thousand."
Zhao Lin said simply and authentically.
A smile uglier than crying appeared on the waiter's face, "Sir, one thousand is really not enough, it is not enough for the materials. This is made entirely of fine gold. Even if such heavy fine gold is melted and re-refined, the price will be more than one thousand." ah."
"How about one thousand six? Sir, you can just take it."
Hearing what the clerk said, Zhao Lin felt more confident. A clerk could directly decide to reduce the price by such a large amount, which meant that the shopkeeper had already given the order and there must be room for price reduction.
If we were in the previous life, there must have been some tricks, such as discussing it with our manager and so on.
"One thousand and two, no more."
"Oh, I still can't sell it. Let's add more, one thousand and three."
The guy said almost pleadingly.
"Okay, but you have to give me another sheath."
This request is not excessive. The iron ruler is sharpened and hung on the waist when walking. If you accidentally cut yourself or others, you will be in trouble.
"All right."
The guy gritted his teeth and accepted.
Zhao Lin paid for the iron ruler, but also felt a pain in his body.
I originally exchanged five thousand spirit coins, leaving a large margin, but after buying this iron ruler, I only had more than four hundred spirit coins left.
It’s barely enough to cover the travel expenses back, so there can’t be any more expenses.
Touching the shriveled iron bag, Zhao Lin finally understood why monks in the county rarely received sect tasks.
If you want to perform a task, it will take at least seven or eight days to go back and forth, and it will cost a lot of time and money.
If it cannot be completed satisfactorily, it will really outweigh the gain.
Needless to say, I will definitely not be able to get back my money on this mission.
No wonder Lu Yuanxiu has been taking risks to do high-risk tasks. Only purple and white tasks can get extremely high returns and earn enough resources.
Early the next morning, Zhao Lin took a spiritual boat to Qiuyang County.
There are more than twenty monks sitting on the spirit boat, each with fifty spirit coins. The boat station can collect more than a thousand spirit coins for one trip.
Zhao Lin didn't know the specific "fuel consumption" of the spirit boat. He thought it would not exceed twenty spirit stones. It seemed to be a profitable business.
The cultivation levels of the monks on the spirit boat are all in the Qi Refining realm, and there are also a few monks from other sects.
The attire of the monks of the Waizong Sect is different from that of the monks of the Chenghua Sect, and when viewed with the Qi-gazing technique, the appearance is also slightly different.
This is due to the different practice methods of different sects.
The spirit boat shuttled through the clouds. The monks did not know each other and had basically no communication with each other. They could only hear the wind whistling by from both sides.
Someone saw Zhao Lin carrying a strange weapon and took a second look, but found that his cultivation was only at the third level of Qi Refining, so they paid no attention to him.
Zhao Lin couldn't wait to do this, so he sat quietly in the corner and closed his eyes to rest.
The journey of thousands of miles arrived in an hour.
Qiuyang County is in the northern part of Xiniu Prefecture. There are only two to three hundred people in the county. It is one of the smallest counties in the Chenghua Sect. Its specialty is a demonic insect called Yin Scorpion, which can be used as an auxiliary medicine for many elixirs.
There is no market in the county. There is only a small market outside the county. The purpose is the same as the market, but the scale is very different. There is only a simple boat station and seven or eight shops.
"It's so expensive, it's just a money grab!"
"Brother Han, don't talk nonsense to them. Let's walk on our own."
"But Brother Li, I heard that the road is not peaceful."
"Don't listen to their nonsense. Zhouyi said this because he wants us two to take their spiritual boat to the Shadow Wind Valley. If you believe it, you will have fallen into their trap."
As soon as he got off the spirit boat, Zhao Lin saw two monks passing by angrily.
"What's so angry about it?"
Zhao Lin glanced at the two of them and walked into the market.
There was a notice board in front of the market. I glanced at it from top to bottom, and my attention was quickly attracted by one of the wanted notices.
The notice read: In the past six months, there have been two bandit cultivators in the late stage of Qi refining on the road leading to Yinfeng Valley.
However, if there are monks passing by, they should take a spiritual boat or go in a group. If they can be caught and killed, a reward of two hundred good deeds and five hundred spiritual stones will be offered.
Signed: Qiuyang County, Patrol Hall.
The wanted order came with two silhouettes of bandit cultivators. One was extremely ugly with protruding eyes and protruding teeth, while the other was quite handsome with delicate features.
When the two portraits are placed at a glance, the contrast is quite strong.
"There are actually bandit cultivators appearing."
Zhao Lin thought of the conversation between the two monks just now and probably understood what it meant. (End of chapter)
