"What iron storm...is an inscription!"

Zhang Xiaohu looked like he was unaware of Brother Jiang and said, "It's so troublesome to refine weapons. Even ordinary soldiers have to divide several processes. Spiritual soldiers are not something that can be completed by one person. They need to refine ore, build tools, inscriptions, drill holes, inlays..."

"Stop and stop!"

Seeing that Zhang Xiaohu was about to teach him how to refine weapons, Jiang Han immediately waved his hand and interrupted, saying, "Just just tell me what the hell is the inscription."

Zhang Xiaohu smiled and said, "Ordinary ordinary soldiers cannot carry vital energy, let alone true energy and gyrus. They need special formation inscriptions. Our inscription masters either don't take action or refine spiritual weapons with one move!"

"Stop talking nonsense. You may not even be a formal inscription apprentice now, but also an inscription master..."

Seeing Zhang Xiaohu's boasting expression, Jiang Han couldn't help but slander it. However, after Zhang Xiaohu's explanation, Jiang Han understood that Zhang Xiaohu's talent was extraordinary.

Although there are many processes to refine advanced weapons and require multiple people to work together, Zhang Xiaohu can grasp one of them, and it sounds more important, which is obviously very good.

At least it is better than memorizing your own every day.

However.

Just when Jiang Han thought of this, Zhang Xiaohu's proud expression in front of him instantly collapsed, and he said with a sad face: "Brother Jiang, you are right, this inscription master is really hard to do. You have to remember those damn ghost painting talismans every day, so my mind hurts every day."

have to!

This is not as good as endorsement.

Jiang Han was unable to complain, and did not complain to Zhang Xiaohu here, but patted his shoulder and said, "Well, just remember it slowly. I came here this time to choose a suitable weapon. Please introduce it to me."

“This is simple.”

Zhang Xiaohu restrained his mourning expression and smiled and said, "This is the outer hall, and all the weapons are placed at the lowest and middle grades of the ordinary. Brother Jiang, you are the first in the new generation, and you will definitely not look down on these. Let's go in."

While talking, Zhang Xiaohu took Jiang Han to the inside of the Shenbing Hall.

As we gradually deepened, the weapons displayed on the wooden frames began to become less and less, and the interval between them became larger and larger. Obviously, they were no longer low-quality products made in batches, but rather magical weapons that reached medium-grade or even high-quality products.

"Hu Zi, middle-grade ordinary soldiers and top-grade ordinary soldiers, what is the price?"

"The lower grade is usually dozens of Qingxuan dots, the middle grade is hundreds, and the upper grade is thousands."

Zhang Xiaohu said very familiarly.

Jiang Han nodded, then looked at Zhang Xiaohu strangely and said, "How did you know that what I need is a top-grade mortal soldier? I'm sure I can afford it?"

Zhang Xiaohu smiled and said, "Brother Jiang, since you have come to the Divine Soldier Hall, you must not choose any weapon for it. You must have prepared enough Qingxuan points."

“…”

Jiang Han was silent for a moment and said, "Hu Zi, it's not good to be too smart."

Zhang Xiaohu looked at Jiang Han with horror and said pitifully: "What?! I'm very stupid. Brother Jiang, you won't want to kill me to silence me!"

"roll!"

Jiang Han was so funny that he couldn't help but laugh and scolded.

As the two walked, they soon arrived at the interior of the Divine Soldier Hall. The wooden frames here were much more exquisite than outside. Each weapon on the wooden frame seemed to reveal a little light, especially some unsheathed swords, and the air conditioning was even more intense on the sharp blades.

After walking a few more steps, Zhang Xiaohu stopped and said to Jiang Han: "There are all top-grade fan soldiers here. Brother Jiang, please see if you like it."

Jiang Han nodded and looked around. The ones that caught his eyes the most were still swords and swords.

Although there are heavy swords and heavy swords, Jiang Han took two and weighed them and still did not have the sense of mighty and domineering that suits him.

"Swords are not suitable, how about guns..."

Jiang Han walked to the place where the spear was placed, picked up a spear that emitted a little cold light all over. After weighing it, he shook his head again. It was still a bit too light, without the feeling of being hard and uncast.

He turned his head and looked at some heavy weapons, single and double hammers. This kind of toughness is enough, but he always felt that it was a bit weird to hold this thing. It seemed that shaving his hair was more in line with his temperament?

Just as Jiang Han frowned and shook his head, and put down two heavy hammers, a weapon on the long stand in front lit up his eyes.

This weapon is like a gun, but it is heavier and more powerful than a gun. On one side of the gun head, there is a crescent blade, which looks like an axe and a gun.

halberd!

Among the hundreds of soldiers, sticks are the leader, guns are the king, and halberds are the dominant ones!

Being able to compete with hammers and bores, compete with strength, and compete with guns and swords, and compete with agility. It can be said that it is a combination of strengths of many weapons, a domineering of hundreds of soldiers, and a halberd deserves it!

Jiang Han held up the long spear, feeling that it was heavy and several times better than the previous few spears. If you hold it alone in your hand, you could feel a sense of domineering like a halberd that would be swung out, and thousands of troops would be able to blaze it!

Just holding up this silver halberd, Jiang Han felt extremely comfortable, as if he was directed by an arm, and he was extremely satisfied with both weight and shape.

Aside.

Zhang Xiaohu also came over and saw the silver halberd in Jiang Han's hand, showing a hint of surprise.

"Black Iron Cold Light Halberd?"

"You know?"

Jiang Han turned to look at Zhang Xiaohu.

Zhang Xiaohu nodded and smiled, "This is a weapon made just the day before yesterday. It is made of black iron and weighs 600 kilograms. It is extremely heavy among the top-grade ordinary soldiers."

"The main reason is that this weapon was originally intended to be made into top ordinary soldiers, but because of the error in the material ratio of the miner, the quality finally dropped to the top ordinary soldiers. At that time, the weapon builder almost pissed off, and the two almost fought."

When Jiang Han heard Zhang Xiaohu's words, he was a little surprised. He immediately thought of something, his eyes lit up and said, "In other words, this black iron cold light halberd is essentially very close to the top ordinary soldiers?"

Zhang Xiaohu shook his head and said, "It's not that it's close, but that it has reached the standard of a top ordinary soldier. But I heard that due to the material use problem, it is more powerful but not flexible enough, and its weight is a little too much, so it can only be designated as a top ordinary soldier."

"Is this how?"

Jiang Han listened to Zhang Xiaohu's statement, but a hint of joy appeared on his face.

The reason why he felt that those spears and swords were not easy was because he felt that they were more flexible and not powerful. Now this powerful black iron cold light halberd was undoubtedly the most in line with his requirements.

Zhang Xiaohu also reminded on the side: "Brother Jiang, please take this if you like it. As long as you can use it, you will make sure to make a profit without losing money."

"good."

Jiang Han nodded and looked at the black iron cold light halberd in his hand again. He felt very satisfied with the weight, the texture of the front edge blade and the handle bar.

After finalizing the choice, Jiang Han was worried that the price of the Black Iron Han Light Sphur was too high. Fortunately, his concern was unnecessary. The deacon of the Divine Soldier Hall gave the price of 3,900 Qingxuan Points.

Although Jiang Han felt a little distressed, he still decided to take it.

Although he had never practiced halberd martial arts, holding such a sharp blade in his hand and slapped with a thunderous slaughter, the damage caused was undoubtedly far stronger than the third style of the Bone-Breaking Fist, which was enough to split a blood-refining warrior in half!
Chapter completed!