Walking into the town, the place looks simple and ordinary. There is not even a building over two feet high. Most of them are stone houses and temporary sheds built with wooden poles. Those iron tools and weapons that are better are laid out on a dirty table, and the better ones have a piece of cloth on the table. The cloth is mostly dark, and the blacksmith who is not fastidious will just beat it out. The things were placed directly on the ground without asking any questions. Pedestrians would say whichever one they liked and take it away after paying the price.
This is a place that Wu Zhen strongly recommended to everyone when he was leaving, so it must be of value. But on the surface, the scale and appearance of the iron town are not comparable to those of ordinary towns with ordinary human beings. There is a sense of aura everywhere. There is a smell of sweat, and the temperature in the town is very high. If you walk inside, you will definitely be sweating profusely. But even so, there are still a large number of creatures coming in and out of the blacksmith town, and they are picking and choosing attentively on those tables and on the ground. .
Huzi took the lead and led everyone to the nearest shop. The ironware in this shop was all placed on the ground. The style was very ordinary. Mu Ziyun and others had all seen it before. Forget about the kitchen knives, even the sickles were placed there. There were even rust spots, and it looked old and dull, not like it could cut anything. Behind the table, a bare-chested middle-aged blacksmith with yellow-black skin and hot sweat dripping from his muscles was swinging his hammer hard, clang, clang... clang... The sound sounded pleasant at first, but the more he hit, the more he hit. From now on it becomes more and more boring, and when I listen to it again I get very irritated.
Lingdang spoke first: "What you sell are all old things."
The blacksmith didn't look back. He held the red-hot iron with long pliers in his right hand. He took a bowl of muddy water with his dark left hand, drank it into his mouth, swallowed half of it, and spit the other half onto the iron. He was suddenly aroused. The white mist made a squeaking sound. After doing this, the blacksmith replied in Liangtangtang: "They are all the things I struck now. There are no old ones. The old ones have been sold out. In the blacksmithing town, most old things are in high demand."
"You're talking nonsense." Lingdang pointed to the rusty sickle and said, "This is the old one, look." After saying that, she lowered her body and reached out to pick it up. As soon as she held the handle of the sickle in her hand, she suddenly He felt something strange. It didn't feel like he was holding an iron handle, but like he was grabbing the tail of a creature. The "creature" was very active. Lingdang always felt that the sickle was about to escape from his hand. Not only that. , the energy fluctuations in the sickle that rise and fall are even more impressive, at least at the level of the Longren realm. It is no exaggeration to say that a Longren who owns this sickle can at least double his own strength. This is a huge improvement. It is no longer the use of weapons, but the use of weapons to complete transformation.
Ling Dang quickly put down the bell in his hand, and after seeing Ling Dang's reaction, everyone understood that these things are not as simple as they seem.
Huzi had an idea, took out his three-sided sky stone hammer, and asked: "Brother, are there any treasures of this caliber in our town?"
Unexpectedly, the blacksmith didn't even look at it, and replied directly: "It's a second-rate object, not a very good thing. The stone is also an ordinary meteorite, which cannot evolve. There is no dark energy in it, so it can barely be used. That’s all, if you continue to practice, it won’t be of much use.”
"Uh..." Huzi said with an embarrassed look on his face, "Brother, are you kidding? You didn't even look at it, why is it a defective product?"
The blacksmith kept working on his hands and replied with a smile: "You don't have to hide it. You can't hide the utensils around us blacksmiths. If you are a hundred steps away from me, I will know what you are carrying. If you have it in my hands, Holding a gun, ancient animal bones, no... the level is even higher, close to divine bones, but the big thing has been in decline for too long, and the bones are 'soft', so the things created are not like real divine bones. It looks like the bones of ancient beasts, but it still has independent divine power and can be purified. It can be regarded as the best of the best. That little brother doesn't need to ask for any weapons here today." The blacksmith continued. : "There is a guy who has a knife. I won't comment. I'm not qualified because I really don't know what it is and I can't see through it."
After saying that, they immersed themselves in their work. When everyone was about to leave, the blacksmith suddenly said: "Oh, by the way, young people, there is no need to get together. Let's separate and go find the tools that are destined to each other. Don't be afraid of encountering broken ones." Creatures, in Blacksmith Town, although this is the domain of our human race, no creature dares to cause trouble here, go ahead, you are absolutely safe."
No one thought much about it, but Fang Tianmu coldly said to everyone in a low voice: "He must be right, he is very strong, very strong."
Everyone turned around in surprise to look at the rough man in his thirties or forties, covered in stinking sweat, and each had his own thoughts. Lingdang clapped her hands and said happily: "Brother Mu is right, then I'm going to play, hehe." After that, he disappeared with Mu Ziyun in a flash. After exchanging a few words, everyone started wandering around the Blacksmith Town.
In the blacksmith town, good-looking things may not necessarily be useful. Things placed on the ground may be treasures, and their prices vary. However, everyone does not have much money in their hands, so they seem to be picking and choosing, but in fact they are just playing around. They couldn't afford one piece, so they simply didn't ask about the price.
Wangxiang followed Kite. Neither of them had any intention of buying any equipment. Wangxiang had a magic weapon, and Kite didn't like to fight and kill by nature, so he wanted to see some weird and beautiful equipment, while Huzi was interested in Sanlingtian. The stone hammer is reluctant to part with it, so even though it is said to be a defective product, it is not willing to abandon the hammer. Fang Tianmu does not need weapons. Mu Ziyun also has the power of elements and often needs to be transformed into void, so he does not use it. Zhuan Wangxu does not need it. The guy is grabbing something,
That thing will become the hardest thing in the world, so there is no need for weapons at all. If Zhuan Wangdong wants to buy one for self-defense, but his own strength is too weak, it is estimated that he cannot even lift weapons, so he calculated carefully and seriously The only ones choosing the accessories were Lingdang and Du Xiaoyue.
Du Xiaoyue picked up weapons from the ground one by one, but the bell didn't pick out objects, but people. Those rough men were all dark, which made her feel uncomfortable, and she really couldn't stand the smell, so she took Mu Ziyun with her. After jogging all the way, I finally saw a clean stall under a big banyan tree. A long piece of white and blue fine-grained cloth was covered with a layer of utensils. Compared with other things in the blacksmith town, these were like shelves. The luxury goods are average, exquisite and high-grade. The key is that this shop is completely different from the blacksmiths' shops. There is no blacksmith's outfit and smell. There is only one man who looks about fifty years old, with half a head of white hair, listless and looking a bit sick. The man was sitting there cross-legged, still yawning lazily, his eyes seemed to be "difficult" to open.
Lingdang stepped forward and asked, "Uncle, are these old things?"
This guy opened one eye, made two noises, and said: "What a beautiful girl, but although I am older than you, I am not at the level of an uncle. I just celebrated my thirty-second birthday yesterday, and you You can just call me brother."
"So young?" Lingdang looked unbelieving.
The man lazily didn't want to argue and said, "Let's take a pick. They are all old things. Let me know which one you like."
The bell rang, and he lowered his head. He was instantly fascinated by those exquisite and beautiful treasures. He lowered his head and began to fumble around. The man opened his eyes again and looked at Mu Ziyun, and asked: "Aren't you going to pick one? Just bring it with you." A bead, but not a weapon?”
Mu Ziyun was shocked. His fire bead was now hidden in his heart, and it was combined with his chest. How could it be discovered? He pretended to be calm, and after thinking for a while, he said: "How can you sell the sword on your back? "
"Ah?" The man tilted his eyelids and glanced, said oh, waved his hand and said: "This won't work, this is my weapon."
"Can you use five swords at the same time?" Mu Ziyun looked at the man. It really didn't look like he had the strength to hold even one sword. At this time, a blacksmith happened to pass by a bare-chested man, holding a red-hot iron tool with his bare hands and carrying a red-hot iron block on his shoulder. He laughed loudly and said: "Young man, he uses five swords. You can’t call him a swordsman, his things are all good treasures, but each one is too expensive, and not ordinary living beings can afford them.”
"Sword Immortal..." Mu Ziyun and Ling Dang, who were squatting to pick things, both began to look at the man in front of them. He was sick and pale. He was thirty-two years old but looked like he was in his fifties. He said that he could make people eat hard. Believe that he is actually a swordsman.
