sickle?

The young man hawking was slightly startled, and turned around to look at the sickle on his grandfather's waist.

The sickle, commonly known as a cutting knife, is in the shape of a crescent with finely serrated edges and a wooden handle at the end. It is used to harvest rice and wheat. It is the most common agricultural tool in the countryside and is widely circulated.

But the sickle on the old man's waist was obviously no ordinary sickle.

The handle was dark and seemed to be integrated with the crescent blade. Although it was full of gaps and even seemed to be broken, the blade was still very long. Li Yuan estimated that it was at least twice as long as an ordinary sickle blade.

"The blade of the knife must be more than thirty centimeters, and it doesn't look like a farm tool..."

Li Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Ah? You want to buy my sickle?"

The old man was about sixty years old. He was thin and his face was full of ravines of time. Hearing this, he took off the sickle from his waist and touched it reluctantly:

"This sickle was left behind by my grandfather. It has been with me all my life, but I can't bear to sell it..."

"grandfather……"

The young man tugged on the old man's clothes.

"If you want it, the old man can't give it up, it's just the price..."

The old man ignored his grandson and kept talking to himself.

"Can you please let me pass?"

Li Yuan didn't want to lower the price either.

The two men's feet were covered with mud, and they were still wearing patched cotton clothes in the cold winter. They were obviously poor people in the village.

"Then you have to be careful. Although this sickle has more holes, it is also very sharp..."

The old man muttered and reluctantly handed over the sickle.

White light!

Sure enough, he has entered the level!

The sickle was slightly heavy in his hand, but Li Yuan's eyes lit up, and a white light appeared in the corner of his eyes.

[Three Yuan Army standard sickle]

[Forged from the finest black gold iron, it was forged by eighteen raging fires. Its owner loved it like crazy. He used it to drink the blood of his enemies and harvest crops for hundreds of years. The blade gradually became damaged and became supernatural...]

[Mastering requirements: Proficient in any skill]

[Control effect: Master-level saw, horse, sword and sickle skills, long-army proficiency]

Damn it!

Li Yuan's hand shook, and the light in his eyes almost came out.

Not only is it a first-level weapon, but it is also an extraordinary first-level weapon. It is better than the Liuhe boots. It not only increases the level of sickle skills, but also...

[Long Soldier Mastery: The long-handled sickle is extremely difficult to learn. It cannot be learned except by those who have amazing talents in weapons. The previous master's talent was quite good, and his hard work has given rise to supernatural powers...]

"Sent!"

Li Yuan almost forgot where he was, but the old man shouted a few times when he saw him in a daze.

"I want this... sickle!"

Li Yuan held the knife and sickle tightly, without any intention of bargaining, and directly quoted the low price:

"Old man, what do you think of three taels of silver?"

Li Yuan would never do this when buying things normally. Even though the two of them looked miserable, this sickle was really good and of great use to him.

No matter how low the price was, he would not feel guilty.

"Three, three two?!"

The two men looked at each other, and even the old man who wanted to make a deal was a little dumbfounded, and the idea came to him at the same time.

"Is this broken sickle still a treasure?"

"grandfather!"

The young man pulled the old man's arm again, this time because he was afraid that he would betray him.

The old man still ignored him this time, but took out the most complete and best piece of leather from under the stall and handed it to Li Yuan:

"How can a sickle be worth three taels? With this wolf skin, it's almost..."

"The old man is very particular!"

Li Yuan took a deep look at the two men, put down three taels of silver, wrapped the sickle in a wolf skin, turned and left.

…

"Grandpa, why are you doing that?!"

The young man stamped his feet repeatedly: "Although the wolf skin is bald, it is worth at least one, two, six, and that sickle, what do you, how do you..."

"People see you as pitiful and don't lower the price. You are a kind person. If we raise the price again, you can afford to lose face, but the old man can't afford to lose it!"

The old man put away the money, took out the tobacco bag from under the stall, took a puff, and spit it out gently:

"That sickle has been in our house for more than a hundred years, and it can hardly cut the grass anymore. Even if it is a treasure, it shows that it has no fate with us..."

"Can……"

The young man felt that he was at a loss, angry and helpless.

The old man sat down wrapped in leather, smoking a cigarette, and glanced in the direction where Li Yuan was going.

Still want to trick people?

He is good at martial arts, my silly grandson!

…

…

"That old man is a bit interesting..."

Looking back at the invisible stall, Li Yuan's heart was still pounding.

Make a lot of money!

The advanced-level sickle skills have already made a lot of money, not to mention the 'long-soldier proficiency'.

A hammer is also a long soldier!

"Don't be too excited..."

Li Yuan touched the thirteen taels of silver in his arms and suppressed the excitement in his heart.

While it was still dark, he bought two more kilograms of pork, a salted fish and a chicken, and walked to his second brother's house in Chai Yu Fang.

On the way, when it was getting dark and there were few pedestrians, he couldn't help but sneak into a deserted alley, stuffed the wolf skin into his arms, and tightened his grip on the sickle handle:

"Control!"

After muttering silently, the nearly one meter long sickle was placed on the gray stone platform.

"I've become proficient in the cloak hammer, so the training hammer doesn't have much effect on me anymore... This sickle is just right for me!"

Without hesitation, Li Yuan raised the sickle and handed it to the weapon.

boom!

Li Yuan almost fell to the ground, as if his head was smashed by a sledgehammer, and he seemed to lose his mind.

After a long while, he shook his head and stretched out his hand to wipe it, but blood came out from his nose, and his mind was even more dizzy, as if he had been hungover and hadn't slept all night...

But he didn't seem to notice it, and the excitement in his heart almost overflowed.

"Making a lot of money, making a lot of money!"

Without closing his eyes, Li Yuan could clearly feel his huge improvement. He looked down at the shadow of the sickle that flashed across his palm.

The Thirteen-Style Saw, Horse, Sword, and Sickle Technique, in addition to the breathing technique, the supporting pile skills, and the kicking technique were clearly visible in his mind, and all kinds of experiences kept rolling around in his heart.

It's as if he has practiced the sword and sickle technique for decades, starting from scratch and achieving great success!

"That's not all..."

Li Yuan's fingers were trembling slightly, as if he couldn't wait to grasp a weapon.

He didn't quite understand the blessing of Changbing's proficiency at this time, but he vaguely knew that it was probably even more important than Dacheng's sickle skills!

"Proficient-level cloak hammer, advanced-level sickle skills, some martial arts fighting hammers, plus long-soldier proficiency...I am now..."

For a moment, it was as if he had decades of experience in martial arts training. This feeling was so strong and shocking that Li Yuan was in a trance:

"Can you beat Qin Xiong?"

Thinking of the giant man who was more than two meters tall, Li Yuan lost most of his excitement.

"It's still not enough!"
To be continued...