Yang Qiufei had a big personality, and the weapons he forged were not hung on high walls or decorated with gorgeous cabinets like Wei Changqing's. Most of them were randomly scattered around the house. At most, weapons of the same type were scattered around the house. Use baskets to make piles.
Wei Jing came to a small cabinet and rummaged through three baskets. Most of them were swords. Most of these swords were stored in square wooden sheaths. The number of the sword was written on the wooden sheath, but most of the names were unknown.
The handles of the long swords in the basket were simple wooden handles wrapped with red cloth, and there was no knot decoration at the end of the handle. They were very ugly and very different from the appearance of the Wei family sword. Wei Jing smiled at Yang Qiufei and said: "Grandpa, no wonder you don't participate in the Magic Weapons Conference. These weapons of yours may be powerful and vicious, but they really don't look good. They will be eliminated by the judges at the appreciation stage."
"What qualifications do those guys have to evaluate my weapons?" Yang Qiufei sighed, casually pulled out a long sword from the basket, unsheathed the sword, and slashed it towards Wei Jing's ear. The sword was extremely slow. , but when he got close to Wei Jing's ears and temples, he gently cut off a bunch of hair around Wei Jing's ears.
Wei Jing was startled, knowing that these inconspicuous swords were actually extremely sharp. He took out a sword at random, flicked his fingers on the sword to listen to the sound, or smelled it with his nose, or carefully observed the color and texture, all he felt was that these The sword was very different from the famous swords he had seen before. The material and workmanship were very different, but it was even tougher and sharper. He pulled it out one by one, looked at it, and murmured to himself: "This sword should be black steel. The sword... this sword is made of pure steel... but why is it different from the black steel and pure steel I have seen?"
Wei Jing turned to Yang Qiufei and asked, "Could it be that these are swords forged by Yue'er Iron?"
Yang Qiufei shook his head and said: "Of course not. Where can I get so many Yue'er irons? I only have one Yue'er iron sword, which is in the cabinet."
Wei Jing swallowed a sip of saliva and came to the small wooden cabinet pointed by Yang Qiufei. He slowly opened the cabinet door and saw several weapons placed inside. His eyes were first attracted by a strange sword. The strange sword was four feet long. The sword was divided into nine sections. Wei Jing took out the long sword first and saw the small wooden sign on it that read: Soldier Thirty-Seven - Nine-section Whip Sword.
"Nine-jointed whip sword? What is a nine-jointed whip sword?" Wei Jingzheng felt strange, and saw that the end of the handle of the sword was decorated with a long decoration, but this decoration was not an ordinary knot, but a slender steel cable. , connected with two steel balls, looks very strange.
"Try to turn the square lock on the sword hilt."
Wei Jing followed Yang Qiufei's words, grabbed the inconspicuous square at the end of the sword's handle, and turned it hard. With a loud crash, the steel rope decoration suddenly sank into the end of the handle, and the long sword's body fell loose. , a full foot longer, and it really became a nine-section whip.
"Wow!" Wei Jing carefully inspected the nine-section whip sword, and then he realized that the nine-section sword body was connected by slender steel cables. When the steel cable embellishment was tightened at the end of the handle, the nine-section sword body was tightly connected. , used as a sword, but when the mechanism is turned to loosen the steel cable, the sword becomes an authentic nine-section whip.
Wei Jing put the nine-section whip sword back into the cabinet and took out another dark gray sword: Soldier Fifty-seven - Unnamed.
"Grandpa, you know how to make swords, but you don't know how to name them." Wei Jing laughed when he saw that the sword still had no name. He stretched out his hand to grab the scabbard, only to feel it was unusually heavy and his fingers stung. It turns out that the scabbard is also made of fine steel, and the surface of the scabbard is mixed with rough particles, like the surface of sandpaper magnified several times. There is a handle on the scabbard.
Wei Jing held the handle and pulled out the knife, only to see a flash of red light. It turned out that the black knife had several bright red lines on it. The red light was emitted from these red lines, and it was very murderous.
"This scabbard alone can be used both offensively and defensively. When the weapons are handed over, the rough surface can also destroy the sharp edge of the enemy's sword. And with this murderous black guy as the main attack, well..." Wei Jing tilted his head and thought. I couldn't think of a way to break this weapon. I just felt that if you were good at swordsmanship and holding this set of knives, it would be extremely difficult to deal with it.
Then Wei Jing finally focused his attention on the "Ninety-nine Soldiers - Yue'er Iron Sword" placed in the corner of the small cabinet.
Wei Jing swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva and took out the sword. When he saw that the scabbard was ordinary, he said to Yang Qiufei: "Why don't you make this scabbard like the sword just now?"
Seeing that Yang Qiufei didn't answer, he didn't ask any questions, so he carefully pulled out the sword. He saw that the sword was neither very wide nor very thick, and the blade was a dull gray-black color. He held the sword and looked left and right. With a snap of his fingers, he could see that the sound, weight, and color were no different from those of an ordinary medium-sized long sword. Compared with the black and red blood blade just now, the aura was much different.
Wei Jing frowned and said, "Is this Yue'ertie?"
"You think it doesn't look good?" Yang Qiufei said, picking up the heavy sword Soldier 57 just now, unsheathing the sword, looking at Wei Jing, and suddenly took out his hand to point at the moon in Wei Jing's hand. Cut it off with the iron sword.
Wei Jing only felt his arm shake. When he saw Yue'er's iron sword slashing into the blade of Bing Fifty-Seven, he pulled out the sword in shock and carefully inspected the blade. It was not damaged. He then looked at Yang Qiufei. The weapon fifty-seven in his hand had a cut two fingers deep.
"Good luck!" Wei Jing was extremely surprised. Just now, Yang Qiufei slashed at the Yue'er Iron Sword without any effort. Soldier Fifty-Seven made such a cut. If the Yue'er Iron Sword had been used In Yang Qiufei's hands, he would be able to cut fifty-seven soldiers into two pieces with one sword.
"I don't believe it!" Wei Jing yelled a few times, and exchanged knives and swords with Yang Qiufei. He took Soldier 57 and ran outside the cave house, waving the black and red sword in a whirring motion, and slammed into the trunk of a big tree. With one slash, the black and red blade sank deeply into the tree trunk, almost splitting the tree in half. Wei Jing kicked the tree with his feet and spent a lot of effort to pull out the black and red blade. He raised the blade and struck again. As he was cutting down the tree, his arm suddenly went weak, causing Yang Qiufei to grab his shoulder.
"You brat, don't cause destruction here!" Yang Qiufei yelled angrily and kicked Wei Jing's hand. The soldier fifty-seven immediately let go. Yang Qiufei used his long sword to pick it up, and then lifted the sword into the air. With a wave of his hand, the long sword slashed upward.
Wei Jing raised his head and saw the fierce Soldier Fifty-Six cut into two pieces in the air and fell to the ground with a clang.
"Yue'er Iron..." Wei Jing looked at the moonlight in the sky, and then looked at the long sword in Yang Qiufei's hand. He was stunned for a long time before shouting: "Black steel is nothing, pure steel is nothing, Yue'er Iron is really the best in the world." First! This month is iron, this month is iron..."
Wei Jing called out a few times, then looked at Yang Qiufei, took his hand and asked, "Is there any more Yue'er Iron? Let me see what it looks like!"
"There are still a few pieces of iron in the blacksmith's room at the back." Yang Qiufei pointed to the wooden house behind the cave house. Before he could finish his words, Wei Jing rushed towards it. Yang Qiufei shouted and jumped up He got up, brought Wei Jing back, and said angrily: "How dare you run wild in the Sword King's territory? Do you want me to lock you up again?"
"I didn't act wild, I just wanted to see Yue'ertie." Wei Jing shook his head repeatedly. Only then did he admire his grandfather so much that he fell to the ground.
The two of them returned to the cave house. Wei Jing continued to look at the long and short weapons placed everywhere. The long weapons included sticks, spears, daggers, halberds, axes, rakes, broadswords, sickles, long axes, etc. The short weapons included Knives, swords, axes, hammers, sticks, iron whips, double forks, Japanese knives, kidnappers, etc. Soft weapons include chains, ropes, soft whips, etc. Other weapons include shields, gauntlets, leggings, and even full-body armor. .
Among these weapons, some were tough and sharp, some were strange in appearance and had special functions, and some were both. Wei Jing played with the weapons excitedly and began to talk loudly, talking to Yang Qiufei. He started talking about it all over the world. He saw a bundle of soft whips, played with them for a while, and then said, "We have everything here, but there is no dragon bone whip."
"What the hell is that?"
"The dragon bone whip looks like a spine. It can be rolled and swung at will. It can be used as a whip and can also steal things from a distance. It is a special weapon for little thieves!"
Yang Qiufei snorted and said, "What am I going to do with the weapons that the little thieves use?"
"That's not an ordinary thief, he's a thief from Feixue Villa."
