Facing Han Feng's question, Du Xin sneered, with a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.
His cultivation level is not high, only the cultivation level of Hui level three.
However, his status as a weapon refiner and his employment relationship with the Imperial Trading Company gave him enough confidence.
Even when facing the heads of the five major families, he would not be afraid at all.
In addition, the reason why his attitude towards Han Feng is so bad.
He has also seen many self-righteous young masters from aristocratic families who hold hundreds of spiritual stones in their hands and think they can buy anything.
He had more or less heard some rumors about Han Feng.
How much wealth can a branch family head who is squeezed out by the family head have?
Du Xin is not a person who is blind to money, but he is extremely persistent when it comes to weapon refining.
He will never lower his quality requirements for spiritual soldiers just because his customers are short of money.
Therefore, his customer must have a rich family that allows him to use any materials without scruples to perfect and process the spiritual weapons to the extreme.
After a pause, Du Xin said bluntly.
"Mr. Han, do you know that even a third-level low-grade spiritual weapon requires seven to eight hundred low-grade spiritual stones.
As for customized spiritual weapons, in addition to material costs and production fees, the price is at least a thousand low-grade spiritual stones. Are you sure you can afford it? "
Han Feng didn't say anything. He threw it casually on the table, and two shining silver medals landed on the table.
Du Xin's eyes couldn't help but light up when he saw these two medals.
Because these two medals are the "Silver Medals" of the Imperial Trading Company, each one represents that the customer has saved a thousand low-grade spiritual stones in the trading bank.
Han Feng casually threw out two silver medals, which proved that he had at least two thousand low-grade spiritual stones on his body.
"Is this enough?"
Han Feng said coldly.
When Du Xin saw this, he slowly calmed down the contempt in his eyes.
Turning around, Du Xin looked Han Feng up and down again, and finally said with a cup of his hand.
"Young Master Han seems to be a real person and doesn't show his face. I was rude just now. Since Mr. Han has the capital, we can talk about it."
Du Xin's attitude change was very direct, without any pretense, which actually made Han Fenggao look at him.
Now the two sat down again, drinking tea and talking.
Du Xin said: "I wonder what kind of weapon Young Master Han wants to make?"
"I want to build a spear."
Upon hearing that Han Feng wanted to make a spear, Du Xin's face became more focused and he praised.
"The spear is the king of soldiers and the leader of the nine commanders!
To be honest, the spiritual weapon I am best at making is the spear. "
When Han Feng heard this, Ye Xing was delighted. As the saying goes, "If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools."
Naturally, he hopes to find an expert to build weapons for him.
At that moment, the two started talking about the spear.
After a conversation, Han Feng discovered that Du Xin really studied the spear very deeply.
Regarding the various characteristics of the spear, and even the key points of practicing spear skills, the other party could pick them up at his fingertips, as if they were familiar treasures.
Even more familiar than Han Feng, a person who has practiced spears, which actually makes Han Feng ashamed.
After discussing it excitedly for a while, Du Xin finally spoke.
"By the way, Mr. Han, I wonder what your requirements are for the spear you made?"
Han Feng thought for a while, stretched out three fingers and said.
"Hard, fierce and long!"
"Um……"
Du Xin lowered his head and took a sip of tea, pondering silently, seeming to be thinking about the method of refining.
The pretty waitress on the side suddenly blushed when she heard this, and was too shy to look at Han Feng.
After a moment, Du Xin said.
"What Mr. Han means is that he wants to create a "strong and fierce" spear."
Han Feng nodded, thought for a while and then said.
"Master Du, I have a good friend who also owns a spear of the same type. I know its characteristics very well. Master may wish to learn from it."
"Oh...?" Du Xin's face suddenly showed interest.
"Please give me some advice, Mr. Han."
Han Feng had a look of recollection on his face and thought for a while before speaking.
"The name of this gun is 'Overlord'. It is made of high-grade dark iron. The gun is one foot, three feet and seven inches long, and weighs more than a thousand pounds. The tip of the gun is sharp, and if you hit it, you will die. The body of the gun is so heavy, if you sweep it, you will die."
Han Feng's brief and precise introduction made Du Xin's eyes suddenly brighten.
"Hiss...what a domineering spear, indeed domineering.
To be able to use such a powerful weapon, Mr. Han's friend must also be a hero. I don't know his surname. "
Han Feng smiled slightly.
"My friend's surname is 'Xiang', and his last name is the word 'Yu'. He is born with supernatural powers and has courage that no man can match. I am very envious of his overlord spear."
In fact, as early as today in Ma City, after getting some advice from Mu Qianxun.
Han Feng had already thought about what kind of spear he wanted to make.
In the various historical books and folk histories that Han Feng had read in his previous life, there were countless firearms and weapons.
The most domineering among them is the "Overlord Spear" used by Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu.
Unlike other spears, it has a soft texture and is good at flexibility and change, combining reality and reality.
The Overlord Spear is powerful and fierce, and it means that one shot will never come back.
Back then, the Overlord of Chu fought with the Overlord's Spear, and with one thrust, no one could stop him.
If he wants to attack the invading enemies from the left and right, King Chu Bawang only needs to swing the Overlord Spear with one hand, and he can sweep away the wind and clouds in all directions!
In history, King Chu Ba also left behind a set of invincible marksmanship of "eighteen picks with one hand".
It's a pity that no one in future generations will have the supernatural power of Chu Overlord, and no one will dare to use the Overlord Spear.
And now that Han Feng has come to Lingwu Continent, he has power that he could not imagine in his previous life. This Overlord Spear can be carried forward and passed down.
Du Xin also showed strong interest in the Overlord Gun that Han Feng wanted to build.
One hand couldn't help fidgeting with the fingertips, and muttered something.
"The gun body can be made of level three hundred-tempered steel, the gun handle can be wrapped and tempered with flame tiger skin, and integrated into the gun body, and the gun head can be used..."
Du Xin thought for a moment, but suddenly sighed.
"Oh, what a pity..."
Han Feng was puzzled and asked why.
Du Xin then said.
“Refining a spear seems simple, but in fact it is extremely difficult, especially the selection of materials is too particular.
The gun head, gun body, and gun handle all need to be matched with different materials, especially the gun head. The material selection must be the best of the best, otherwise it will be difficult to maximize the lethality of the long gun.
The overlord gun customized by Mr. Han is indeed extremely powerful. If I am given enough materials, I can definitely meet Mr. Han's requirements.
But unfortunately, this is just a branch after all, and the materials that can be stored are really limited.
If you want to use the third-level top materials, I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult, so you can only settle for the next best thing. "
When Han Feng heard this, he smiled lightly and said.
"Master Du, if there is a lack of materials, I can provide them myself."
"oh……?"
Du Xin looked surprised when he heard this, but there was not much hope in his eyes.
After all, in Du Xin's opinion, it was good enough that Han Feng could come up with the spiritual stones to make the Overlord's Gun, but what other good materials could he come up with?
Han Feng smiled and said nothing, and like a magic trick, he took out a fist-sized, silver-white metal ball from his sleeve.
Du Xin's eyes narrowed and he was surprised after just one glance.
"Mithril."
This metal ball was exactly what Han Feng was using just now on his way to the Imperial Trading Company with the help of the Demon Refining Pot.
It was extracted from the blue brick where Chen Yang hid the Tianchen Pill, the Nine Layer Vajra Seal, and the Blood Demon Soul-Destroying Spear Technique. This cost him dozens of low-grade spiritual stones.
Compared with ordinary refining materials, mithril is a special and precious material.
It can be used to temper spiritual weapons of any grade below level five. Its function is to increase the 'strength' and 'toughness' properties of the weapon.
However, as the chief weapon refiner of the branch, Du Xin had come into contact with a lot of mithril, so he was naturally not too surprised and just nodded.
"If mithril is added to the spear, it can indeed improve some performance."
Du Xin glanced at the mithril in Han Feng's hand again, and suddenly let out a light sigh.
"Hey... Mr. Han, can you give this piece of mithril to me for a look?"
Han Feng handed it over as instructed, and Du Xin took the mithril in his hand and just looked at it for a moment.
He suddenly widened his eyes and exclaimed.
"Hiss, this...how is this possible! It's actually 100% pure mithril!"
