There are rows of high-grade swords on the front door of the door, a young man is watching from the side, the ghost hunters just glanced at them and walked straight into the store, the young man hurriedly led the way, after entering the door, the swords in the room are no longer random, each sword is placed separately in a cabinet on the wall, and it reveals bursts of true yuan fluctuations, and it is not ordinary at a glance. And those armors are hung next to the swords in a set of sets, giving people the feeling that they are living people wearing armor guarding the sword.

The reason why the ghost hunters walked in by themselves without being led was because they felt a large number of abnormal true elements in this blacksmith shop, and they thought it was some kind of cultivation power, but they didn't expect it to be caused by the gathering of most weapons, and other shops also had such weapons, but the number was less than half of that here.

"It's okay! Lin Jue, that old guy doesn't seem to be there!" Qin Shan directly ignored the guy, glanced around, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Brother Ghost Hunter, why are you here!, let's go to the house around the corner first, there is a piece of armor in that house that is very heroic, and it should be a good match for you!" Qin Shan pulled and said, although the ghost hunter couldn't stand his sudden enthusiasm, he didn't refuse.

"Okay! There's nothing good anyway!" the ghost hunter said casually, Qin Shan said yes again and again, and beckoned Shao San and his party to leave hurriedly.

"Wait!" an old, hoarse voice stopped a few people.

"It's broken!" Qin Shan's face changed.

"Who said I don't have anything good here!"

A few people turned around, only to see a head with only a little white hair coming out from behind the counter, and then everyone's eyes followed the top of his almost bald head, until he walked around and saw that it was a small old man.

The little old man was only half as tall as a hunter, but his two arms were so thick that they were disproportionate to his body, and his arms were as thick as two legs, and his muscles were exaggerated, like a white orangutan that had been shedding his hair.

At this time, they happened to follow and step into the store, and immediately panicked.

"Uncle Lin Jue hasn't seen you for a long time, how is your health lately, I see that your complexion is much better than the last time we met, you are really old and strong!" said the topic of Desert Weather Migration.

"Hahaha! It turned out to be the weather! Thank you for your concern!" the short old man made a gesture to the barren weather.

"Oh my God, this friend of yours has a high eye, and he actually said that the things in my Lin Jue store are not good?" the short old man said angrily, turning to the ghost hunter.

"Okay, of course it's good, Uncle Lin Jue is a famous 'forest craftsman' in the wasteland, and the things he makes are naturally extraordinary. Qin Hai smiled when he heard this.

"Brother Ghost Hunter, this is my Uncle Lin Jue, he is known as the world's number one 'Lin Craftsman' in casting weapons, if he doesn't have anything you can see here, there really won't be anything else, you can just find one or two pieces here!"

"No, the guests who come to me to pick up equipment are all grinning contentedly, and there is no such thing as not being able to find suitable equipment, unless they don't have enough money!" said the short old man, looking the ghost up and down.

The ghost hunter couldn't hear the sarcasm in his words, so he didn't care, but he was a little embarrassed.

"Uncle Lin Jue, don't worry, the money is enough, but my brother is straightforward and fast-talking, if you offend, please forgive me!" said Huang Tianhou.

"If there is a problem with my equipment, it's best to say it directly!" said the short old man with a smile, not giving face at all, not following the steps given by the barren weather, and the barren weather had no choice but to take one step at a time.

"Wait a step forward and listen to me!"

"This armor is made from the bones of a great demon entrenched in the wasteland a hundred years ago······"

"Although this sword is not good-looking, it is not an extraordinary product, it is a weapon of the heavenly soldiers, and the connotation of immortal qi is immortal, and then the old man has created a fairy qi that is introverted and introverted, and the killing machine is hidden ······"

"Each of these scales on this white-scaled iron shoe is the scale on the body of a snake that has been cultivated for thousands of years, and wearing these shoes can make people travel thousands of miles a day without feeling tired······

"This gold silk armor is sewn with stitches and threads of gold thread tempered by monks, with fine workmanship, light wear, and invulnerability ······to knives and guns."

The short old man personally introduced a piece of armor and a weapon, and talked endlessly, and the more he talked, the more excited he became, and it could be seen that he really loved these equipment.

"This is good, this is good! Uncle Lin Jue, I just want this set, but I don't know how to use this sword or anything, so I want this spear!" Shao San said excitedly.

"Hey, boy, you're looking at it again!" said the short old man, with the corners of his mouth raised, not forgetting to glance at the ghost.

This time, Shao San was really heroic after putting it on, and his already masculine body was draped in golden armor, dazzling combat boots, draped on, and he was born to look like he was born.

Huang Tianhou breathed a sigh of relief, and finally solved one, and now there is the most difficult one left.

"Brother Ghost Hunter has a favorite!" asked Huang Tianhou, and the short old man hurriedly drove to the ghost hunter with a sneer when he heard the words, as if to say What kind of boy, I have a lot of things here!

However, the hunter just shook his head, and the confidence on the short old man's face was visibly lost when he saw this. After that, he seemed to feel challenged, and he worked harder to 'sell' his products one by one.

In fact, the ghost hunter needs his introduction, he is a person who has the main vision and is dictatorial, what he likes can others know better than himself? From the moment the ghost hunter came in, he scanned everything in an instant with his spiritual sense, and he didn't notice what he liked, and he always felt that there was still a little gap between what he wanted.

As for listening to the short old man's chatter now, I just think that the stories he told when he told the origin of the treasures were very interesting, and they were just listening to books, but after listening to them for a while, they were tired.

"Okay, is there anything practical, these things are too fragile!

As soon as these words came out, everyone petrified, and the short old man almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"What?fragile little brother, are you joking or are you here to smash the field—" Before the dwarf old man could finish his sentence, the hunter fiddled with his stroking armor and made a 'kaza' sound.

"Look, this armor breaks with a single force!" the ghost hunter snapped his thumb and forefinger together and pulled a small piece off the armor like tofu.

The crowd continued to petrify, and the short old man joined the petrification team.

"You-you-" The short old man's face was red and purple, and a fist clenched, and the ghost hunter also felt the wrath of the short old man coming at him, surprised and at the same time confused, he didn't know why he was like this, as for defense, he didn't regard the old man as an opponent at all.

The smell of gunpowder passed quietly for a moment.

"What do you want?" said the short old man, holding back his anger.

"Be stronger, at least you can block the attacks of the Red Dust Immortals!" said the ghost hunter with a faint demeanor, and the surroundings were still silent.

"That—it has to be at least an artifact, and the artifact is hard to find, or it has to grow with the monk, and it takes the monk's lifetime of tempering to be able to cultivate it, and this has to be the kind of person who has cultivated to a high level of profundity and is amazing! You, you are purely here to smash the field!" The short old man was on the verge of the outburst, and his eyes were almost bursting with fire, and he was ready to do it.

"Cut, you can't make an artifact! Then you still say that you are the first in the world?" The ghost hunter said lightly, originally just casually said, but he didn't expect it to hit Lin Jue's heart.

"If you can't make an artifact, you dare to say that you are the best in the world!" Lin Jue repeated as if he had a magic barrier, and then seemed to be lowered by the flames of cold water.