[Eighth update, in this chapter, everyone continues to thank the God of Smoke and book friend Sha Huaichu].
At sunset, after quenching and polishing, Gu Xiaoyi and Tongxi completed the work almost simultaneously.
Lin Tuo and Old Man Lu looked at each other, feeling a little bit sympathetic to each other, and admired each other for timing things so accurately.
He took a piece of soft deerskin and slid it slowly against the blade, revealing the frosty edge beneath the yellow and black iron filings. The whole sword glowed with energy in an instant.
This touch is very particular and is called sharpening. Only after this touch can the weapon be truly completed and its attributes revealed.
Tong Xi smiled proudly, played a sword trick, and handed it to Old Man Lu to see——
Hundred Refined Sword: attack power 3-3, hardness 16, durability 16
The old man nodded reluctantly: "Well, it's not bad." It was really good, but... looked at Lin Tuo, "Where's yours?"
Gu Xiaoyi did not sharpen the blade by himself, but respectfully handed the sharpened tool and the soft deer skin to Lin Tuo.
Lin Tuo was not polite, took the deerskin and sword, and painted the gourd in the same way——
Straight knife: attack power 3-3, hardness 15, durability 18
At the same time, the introductory weapon forging technique was instantly upgraded to the basic weapon forging technique. At the same time, there was a prompt: Successfully using the new method to forge a weapon will reward you with 1,000 experience points; the weapon has a unique shape, double the experience value, and you can name it yourself.
Lin Tuo had only fought with a long sword, which gave him an experience value of ten. The new method's reward was one thousand, which was a full level, but it was quite rich.
But the most commendable thing is that Gu Xiaoyi left the opportunity to sharpen the blade to himself. If he were like Tong Xi...patting Gu Xiaoyi on the shoulder, Lin Tuo handed the knife to Old Man Lu.
A straight knife is actually an iron bar two fingers wide from beginning to end. One side has a straight edge and the other side has a straight back. The tip of the blade is slanted at 30 degrees to the blade and is straight, as if it had been cut off. The front guard and blade are It is accumulated during watering and is integrated throughout the body.
It can be cut or stabbed. It only has an edge on one side. It is made with the Su steel method, which saves half the effort. And because it has an edge and a back, the edge is strong and the back is soft. It has excellent toughness and is not easy to break.
"Little Yi knife? Not bad! What a good knife!" Old Man Lu took the knife, weighed it, flicked his fingernails, and suddenly understood, "It seems we are really tied..." He was a little unwilling, but also a little convinced.
"What is the Little Yi Knife?" Gu Xiaoyi was stunned. He took the knife and looked back at Lin Tuo. It turned out that at this moment, Lin Tuo had named the fixed knife Xiao Yi Knife. The meaning was obvious, "Brother Tuo?" Time brings tears to my eyes.
"Why are you crying? You deserve this." Lin Tuo patted him on the shoulder, "Without you bleeding and sweating in front of the furnace, there would be no such little knife."
Gu Xiaoyi was so excited that he could not speak. The look in his eyes when he looked at Lin Tuo was filled with the determination of a man who would die for his confidant.
This is called the aura of king and domineering. When the tiger's body shakes, the shaken person will turn his head and call him "big brother". Lin Tuo's use of it is natural.
Old Man Lu slapped Gu Xiaoyi vigorously: "Xiaoyi, you are going to be famous! I guess it won't be long before all the short weapons in the hands of people in the village will be replaced by this Xiaoyi knife."
Lu Zhenyuan was good at making knives and had a far-sighted vision. He instantly saw the future of this little knife - no blacksmithing skills or excellent materials were needed. As long as the caster could withstand the heat, everyone could cast a decent knife. The sword blanks come and take a short time, and are then specially quenched by the master. With the manpower in the smelting field, it is possible to produce twenty or thirty swords a day on average.
You know, the guards now have 1-2 stuff in their hands.
For people like Tong Xi and Gu Xiaoyi, if they are made according to traditional craftsmanship, 1-1 will be the normal level; low-level craftsmen who have reached the second level can achieve 1-2, and if they are lucky, they will get 2-2, 1-3, that is The only ones who can produce 2-3 or even 3-3 are the master masters on the third level and Lu Zhenyuan's disciples. Not to mention the extremely low efficiency, it cannot be guaranteed every time.
Imagine a luxurious scene where everyone is equipped with 3-3!
Even if the workmanship is poor, the quenching is wrong, and it cannot be as perfect as 3-3, 2-3, 1-4, etc. will be no problem, and it will still be two or three levels better than now!
With Xiao Yi Dao in his hand, Lin Tuo looked at his attack power: 12-12.
The damage bonus is not the addition of the basic attack power and the weapon, but seems to be a multiplication relationship, which especially reflects the power of the weapon. Looking back on the 1-1 in the past, it is really emotional, as if it was a lifetime ago...
Hearing what Lu Zhenyuan said, Tong Xi on the side showed a little jealousy and anger.
Lin Tuo glanced at it and then thought about it, should he remind Lu Zhenyuan to be wary of this greedy guy who got a free advantage? Outside, the bell suddenly rang...
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Inside the house, Lin Tuo and Old Man Lu were chatting animatedly, and outside the house, people were gathering...
Because today, the bet is about to be won or lost. There were only a few people at first, but as night approaches, the number of people gradually increases. After all, money is at stake.
Some people knew that it was a tie, and some people didn't know it at first, but found out after they came, and they talked about it and were very dissatisfied.
A gambling game is a gambling game. If you win, you win, and if you lose, you lose. How can you vaguely make peace with a handshake? Aren't you just kidding?
Even if Old Man Lu has a high position, high morals and high respect, so what?
No one's money comes from strong winds, it's all hard-earned. Even if it floats in the water, you have to see clearly whether it floated in the sea, lake, river or cesspit water, right?
The more a group of people talked, the more indignant they became, and the more they talked, the more unbearable they became... People all have a herd mentality. Following what others say, their own hearts will be affected unconsciously.
If you think you are right, it is actually someone else's. If you think you have an opinion, it is actually someone else's opinion. So what if we take the lead in making trouble?
They didn’t even think about it, who asked them to bet? Who begged them to gamble? Who else agrees to compete there and let them watch the fun and gossip?
Unaware of it, the anger was hard to fill. When it was time to eat, there were even more people. The mines and smelting sites were all finished. In front of the old man's house, there was an endless stream of traffic...
Many people even changed the unshakable activity routes of housing, mines, and Qihong Building, and came to the houses with rice bowls to demonstrate and protest.
Until, a sudden scream came!
The discussion suddenly became low, and everyone looked around to see where the sound came from. Was it because they were squeezed, pregnant, crushed, miscarried, or trampled to disfigure their appearance? The scream was so miserable!
After another moment, the rapid bell rang...
"A monster has come in! A monster has come in!" The frightened exclamations spread throughout every corner of Qianshan Mine!
