The best sharp blade!

In the night, Feng Gang felt his steps lighter, and the corners of his mouth were also rising and falling.

The best autumn water sword is worth more than a thousand taels of silver in one mouthful. It is enough for an ordinary family of five to eat and drink for the rest of their lives. Its value is so high, naturally because it is extremely rare.

At least, he has been in the world for twenty years and has not been able to get a handful of them.

Huh ~

In the night, he moved around several streets and landed in a secret courtyard.

Feng Gang bowed slightly.

There was a candlelight in the room, and a strong man was sitting and drinking. His appearance was quite rough. A narrow scar on his face passed through his mouth and nose, like a centipede twisting:

Feng Gang was very reserved. From a distance, he felt like a hare targeted by an evil tiger, and his heart could not help but tremble.

The big man in the room slowly raised his head with cold eyes.

Feng Gang's heart trembled and said hurriedly:

call!

It seemed that a strong wind suddenly rose, Feng Gang felt a huge force grabbing his neck and staggering into the house a few steps.

Feng Gang's heart trembled, and his light swept across the bunch of naked women who didn't know life or death on the bed inside the house, and even thought to himself that it was not good.

This is clearly a sign that the divine worship method is incorrect...

Lei Chaozong wiped the greasy corner of his mouth, and seemed quite interested:

Bang!

Feng Gang felt a heavy shoulder and couldn't help but kneel down to the ground.

Zhelong Mansion is rich in hundreds of mines and is an important place on Hengshan Road. However, even in Zhelong Mansion, top-quality sharp blades are very rare. Whenever they appear, they will be quickly bought.

If it weren't for those top-quality sharp blades and possible famous weapons, how could Cao Yan have room to bargain with him?

Lei Chaozong said with a muffled groan, and quickly pointed the big acupoints around his body. The red color surging on his face. After a while, two black blood were squeezed out from his nostrils:

Feng Gang's heart trembled.

Lei Chaozong's face twitched for a moment, his eyes were cold.

Feng Gang didn't dare to raise his head.

What did Lei Chaozong remember:

Feng Gang almost blurted out, but remembered the Qiu Shui Sword that had not yet been shot, and the topic immediately changed:

Bang!

Feng Gang fell into the yard, coughing up blood in big mouths, and was in panic.

Pressing his stuffy chest, Lei Chaozong said coldly:

Feng Gang wished he could kill himself

My regretful heart is blue:

...

Outside the city, outside Fangjing Village, there is a dilapidated temple, before dawn.

By the bonfire, Han Chuijun sat cross-legged, turned the oily bear paw on the wooden rack, and sprinkled some spices on it from time to time.

After hearing this, Han Chuijun was quite satisfied.

Shapinghawk carried the cut bear meat and placed it on a wooden rack.

Han Chuijun took off his bear's paw, cut it into small pieces with a flying knife, and savored it carefully, which was quite enjoyable:

Shapingying looked disgusted:

Han Chuijun slowly tasted the bear's paw:

Shapingying smiled bitterly.

The method of worshiping divinely was once called the method of immortality. I don’t know how many people have been following it for hundreds or thousands of years. How could it be cut off?

Han Chuijun shook his head helplessly.

Sha Pingying replied quickly:

Han Chuijun turned the wooden frame with a dull expression:

Sha Pingying responded solemnly, but when he thought about the list coming from the city, he couldn't help but hesitate:

Han Chuijun wiped his hands:

Sha Pingying bent down and responded, and it seemed like he was thinking of something:

Han Chuijun suddenly became a little unhappy, but he didn't have an attack, just frowned:

Han Chuijun said a moment, then suddenly turned around, and there seemed to be a ghost fire under his long eyebrows, which almost caused Sha Pingying to have a cardiac arrest:

...

...

The sky was gloomy and the morning was already a bit chilly.

In the forging room, there was a wave of heat rolling.

The six apprentices tried their best to pull the bellows, sweating profusely, Zhang Ben's face turned red, his head was full of sweat, and his veins bulged:

Li Yuan, who had been waiting for a long time, raised his hand and pulled out the huge hammer weighing more than 200 kilograms from the hot heat wave, and sank it into the ice water.

The burning sledgehammer fell into the ice water, and the biting cold pond water boiled instantly. The thick smoke and water vapor suddenly rose several meters high, making several helpers stagger back.

Almost all the blacksmiths came over, and under the water vapor, the ice water boiled, and the fire was burning under the water.

The blacksmiths were all very excited. The best sharp blades were too rare. There were only a few older blacksmiths here. They had seen Zhang Ben build them many years ago.

Zhang Ben fell to the chair, gasping for breath, but was full of confidence.

What was more certain than him was of course Li Yuan. In front of him, the blue and blue colors were intertwined, which was very obvious.

Five palm effects!

Li Yuan's palms were itchy and his heart was very moved.

This heavy hammer is better than all the weapons he has ever seen, and he seems to be able to satisfy the conditions for mastering.

His own strength, coupled with the huge power of the Green Essence Copper Hammer, is already comparable to a tiger!

The only bad thing is that this hammer is not his at all.

Zhang Ben slowed down for a while before getting up, lifted the heavy hammer and continued to build it.

The quenching is successful, but afterwards, it cannot be careless in tempering and polishing. The quality will also affect the price. This may be the last best weapon he has created in his life, so he should not be careless.

Li Yuan couldn't take his eyes open.

Zhang Ben didn't even look back:

Li Yuan was very reluctant to leave. After watching for a while, he returned to the forging platform under Zhang Ben's scolding and continued to build the Qiushui Sword.

This top-quality sword is only four times short of quenching.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the distracting thoughts in his heart, Li Yuan devoted himself to forging. When he was working in the evening, he would quench and temper twice, and he could create it in one or two days at most.

Li Yuan was thinking in his mind.

The purpose of his shooting of the Qiushui Sword was to make some red gold from some mysterious person. This thing is harder than anything else.

Seeing that the sky was not good, and there seemed to be a thunder blew up, Zhang Ben spoke.

He didn't raise his head, and did the final polishing process.

Li Yuan cleaned up, took out the wine that had been prepared long ago, put the cooked meat on, poured over the unprepared Lao Zhang's head, and then turned back to the forging room.

The Forging Shop received the order from someone, but he had to pay for the loss of the beating and losing it. Li Yuan didn't want to cheat Lao Zhang, but...

When Li Yuan reached out to hold the long-handled octagonal hammer, he felt that his pores were relaxed all over his body. The influence of hammer talent was still deepening. He felt that he gradually fell in love with the feeling of swinging the hammer.

Click!

In the night sky, a raser skimmed past.
Chapter completed!