"Fang Tian Painting Halberd..."

After waving the hammer, the blacksmith of the road waved a few times, he put the sword blank into cold water to cool it. With a slight sneer, he took the towel next to him to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

There was a strange emotion in his eyes.

"... Some people like all kinds of swords, or all kinds of armor, Fang Tian Hua Ji. This is the first time I heard someone want to build it. If it takes pure iron or pure steel, it will take time and it will be very heavy. Can you move your body?"

Xia Yi took down the list of weapons entries on the wooden pillar, "I just want to collect them. I pay for it, you are responsible for creating it."

He turned his head.

“Is there any problem?”

The blacksmith casually put the towel on the iron nail next to it, and turned around and stretched out three fingers: "No problem, a square sky painting halberd, four thousand five, please refer to ancient patterns for you to make, and deliver the goods in one month."

The fat man next to him widened his eyes and then made a gesture: "Four thousand five? You did it according to the pattern, but it is not original. Where did it come from? Even if you use iron and steel, the price on the market is not very expensive. I might as well buy you two steel bars, how about two thousand?"

"It's this price, do you want it?" The blacksmith picked up the sword blank in the bucket and handed it to the apprentice beside him, and took it to polish the sword body. He slowly turned around, with a smile on his beard.

"This is the manual price. Working is naturally more delicate than assembly line! In addition, if you think it is expensive, you can look at other weapons. If it is smaller, I can save a lot of time and energy."

He raised his finger to the weapon stand on the other side of the wall, "There are some samples on it. If you like it, you are too lazy to wait, so you can pick it up on it."

After saying that, I went there myself.

"This man has a really arrogant temper..." Zhou Jin wore a pair of leather gloves and bought it on the street when he came, so that he accidentally cut someone's nails and... it caused a murder.

"People with some abilities are a little arrogant."

Xia Yi didn't care about the temperament of the blacksmith surnamed Lu. He walked to the weapon stand there, picked up a scimitar, and waved it casually twice. All he heard was some ordinary sword skills.

After putting it back, there was a weapon under the knife. It was slender and multi-faceted, with edges on the eight sides, no joints on the surface, multiple grooves, and no tips on the front end.

"That's called weapons and maces. They came from the Jin and Tang dynasties, made of pure iron, and belonged to whip-type short-soldiers. In ancient times, even if the enemy was wearing armor, they could kill people alive."

The blacksmith who was busy beside the stove looked up and said, "People who are not very strong should not wave at will..."

Buzz —

The air brought out a tremolo, and the afterimage instantly hit the wall, the cracked spider patterns spread, and the splashed residue hit Ma Bang, and the fat man's face felt a faint pain.

"It's still a very ordinary technique..."

Xia Yi held the handle of the mace and looked down at the weapon in thought. He had speculated before that his ability could master more powerful techniques based on the Qinglong Sword, but at present these weapons did not give him the feeling of a general on the battlefield like the Yanyue Sword.

Or that magical feeling.

In ancient times, there were countless generals who used maces. It should not be difficult to correspond to a character, but the ability to feel it in your hands is not surprising.

"............Is my previous speculation wrong? Or is there something I missed in the middle?"

Putting down the iron mace, he turned his head, the blacksmith over there raised his mouth, put down the iron hammer, walked over in a leather bib, and looked up and down at Xia Yi.

"Your stylist... can really wield it?"

As he said that, the blacksmith held the mace in his hand, weighed it a few times, and it was still heavy. He looked at the marks that were smashed on the wall, and quickly picked up other weapons and handed them to Xia Yi.

"Little brother, you can make other things."

He looked a little excited. After all, if the weapons he had worked hard forged in this industry could be used by experts, it would be considered as a sensational item. Just like a good bartender, he would make a very good glass of wine. When he met someone who could taste wine, he would naturally be happy. If he gave it to someone who likes to drink a cow, he would not even drink the delicateness inside. So he would not have any results.

No one would be happy.

"Hurry up and take this eight-sided Han sword..." The blacksmith excitedly pulled out a majestic and heavy sword below and touched it between his hands. "Little brother, how about showing another hand? As long as you use it well..."

The fat man quickly touched: "Free?"

"I'll drink the northwest wind for free." The blacksmith pushed the wide and long Han sword to the ground with a loud bang and pushed the hilt over, "At that time, I will use the Fangtian Painting Ji you want, or buy other weapons, and I will use it to you with my own hands to keep it gloss or details of the work. It will definitely not be vague! Even if you don't need it, it's good to place it at home to keep the house."

Ma Bang was a little uncomfortable with the blacksmith's sudden change of nature.

Xia Yi looked at Han Jian and took it with one hand, and was in the sight of several people.

The sword body reflected the sky light, and a cold light blew out.

The four-sided Han sword is light and agile, while the eight-sided Han sword in Xia Yi's hand has widened the sword body, and it is specially decorated by later generations, which makes it look particularly heavy.

Under the light of the sky.

The sword lights swung out were fierce and coherent. Xia Yi pushed the sword forward in two ways, as if it was slow and fast, and the wide and long Han sword was slashed down, dancing wildly, sometimes as if it was a sword moving with someone.

During a few breaths, Xia Yi suddenly changed hands and held it. The sword tip in the air fell directly to the ground, slashing violently, scattering the fragments of the cement floor and cracking a hole.

The craftsmen who were thrusting around and other handicrafts were shocked to the point of watching this scene.

Even the blacksmith over there was even red, his lips were pursed, and his beard was shaking slightly. He was excited. When the figure holding the sword stopped, he hurried forward to hold the Han sword.

"What a good horse meets Bole... the treasure belongs to the wise master."

When Ma Bang heard the word "Ma", he couldn't help but hum, "Then you might as well give it for free."

"That's one code and one code. The business must be done as usual." The blacksmith carefully put the Han sword back on the rack, and then said to Xia Yi: "I will prepare the Fang Tian Hua Ji for you in half a month. Then you can find someone to pick it up. Do you want other weapons? They are all ready-made, and the quality of the samples is definitely the best. If you choose a few items, they will be sold to you at the normal price."

"Only kids choose." The fat man pointed to the two weapon stands over there and waved: "…............................................................................"

Ma Bang's eyelids twitched, and he leaned over and whispered, "So many, can you use them? Don't waste money if you're fine."

"My brother can use it, so he doesn't think it's too much."

Afterwards, after paying the bill in a room next to him, the fat man's muscles were twitching. He kept comparing the documents. Looking at the long list of amounts above, he whispered to the cashier at the counter: "Can I...can I refund a few items? My brother's house is a little small and can't handle it."

"If you stamp it, you can't give up..."

...

The things were temporarily put here. When the fat man came to pack the next time, the four of them were ready to leave. Before they were discharged from the hospital, the blacksmith over there called Xia Yi. He came out of the house and held a booklet in his hand.

"There are some famous weapons in history. I'll shoot them out for you if you like."

He also wrote his phone number on it.

"My surname is Lu, and my name is Lu Feiming. If you like something, call me."

After leaving the village, the fat man looked at the booklet in Xia Yi's hand and suddenly said, "Oh... Lao Yi, why do I feel like we were being tricked? That guy just turned around and asked us to buy so many handicrafts..."

"Anyway, you'll have to get the things."

Xia Yi patted his shoulder, "Don't worry too much about these."

Walking out of the countryside, he parted ways with Fatty and Ma Bang and walked into the mountains with his notebook. On the way, he occasionally glanced at a certain direction, and the woman beside him asked in a low voice: "Boss, are you following us?"

"Little fish and shrimp, don't worry about them."

Next to the old red brick wall on the back, under the swaying branches, several figures in casual clothes watched the two backs on the other side go away. After a moment, they took out their cell phones and dialed a number.

"Report, the target appears in the town today, and is now back in the mountains..."

There are only a short reply on the other end of the phone.

"Don't act without permission, monitor it well, the mobilization order for the pursuit was quickly approved."

"yes!"
Chapter completed!