If there is a war knife that suits him, he can use the knife technique again, which will definitely allow him to use the knife technique more freely.

Thinking of this, Li Feng looked at the mottled and rusty war knife in his hand, his eyes were full of helplessness.

After Li Jiannan finished bathing, he walked out of the bathroom, and when he saw his son's helpless look, he couldn't help but wonder: "Xiao Feng, what's wrong with you, suddenly showed this expression!"

"Father, can I ask you for something?" Li Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of longing.

Li Jiannan was wearing shorts and shorts, holding a towel to wipe off the water stains on his body, and said with a smile: "Tell me about it!"

"I want a war knife, can you buy one for me?" Li Feng handed the war knife to his father, and then said his thoughts.

His visit to Canaan was not a sudden idea.

In fact, he had thought about it for a long time, and the purpose was to buy a suitable war knife.

The knives in the village are made of scrap copper and rotten iron, not to mention the poor material, and the quality is very poor, chopping wood is okay, but if you really have to meet the enemy to fight, I am afraid that the blade will be curled in a few rounds.

For a warrior, it is too important to buy a weapon that is handy.

When Li Jiannan heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Oh, it turned out that I wanted a war knife, I thought something had happened!"

"Father, did you promise to buy me a knife?" Li Feng looked at his father happily, his expression full of excitement.

Li Jiannan nodded and said slowly: "You are also a man now, since you want to become an excellent martial artist, the weapon at hand is indispensable!"

"Let's go, I'll take it to you to buy!"

As he spoke, Li Jiannan put on his clothes, said hello to Li Yunfeng, who lived in the opposite room, and led Li Feng out of the hotel.

After leaving the hotel, it was already late and there were significantly fewer pedestrians on the street.

At this time, many of the pedestrians who lingered on the streets were warriors with swords on their backs, and they were in a hurry, as if they were going to do something big.

The streets are brightly lit, with flower shops, painting workshops, clothing shops, pottery, butcher shops, and many other shops closed to the doors, and a dazzling array of goods filled the windows.

Even though it's late at night, you can vaguely see some customers picking what they want inside.

Li Jiannan took Li Feng to walk on the street, crossed a spacious main road, turned a few lanes, and came to the door of a blacksmith shop.

It seemed that his father was very familiar with the terrain of Canaan City, Li Feng secretly guessed.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the blacksmith shop, two apprentices stood beside them, and a huge stove was placed next to them, and the scorching light of the fire shone all around, making people dare not approach at will.

In the red-hot furnace, there are many iron tools and farm tools.

The two apprentices, fat and thin, with shabby aprons, were both young, and stood by the stove with a grizzled face, hammering the deformed long iron with a hammer.

The sound of a series of iron strikes sounded, and from time to time a puff of sparks was splashed.

The name of this blacksmith shop is the Adventurer's House, but it doesn't have a hint of home.

Seeing Li Jiannan's father and son coming over, the thin man stopped what he was doing, looked up and asked, "Two guests, what do you need!"

"I want a sword!" Li Jiannan said straight to the point.

The thin man smiled innocently: "Is it a guest, do you use it yourself?"

Li Jiannan shook his head: "No, it's my son who wants to use it!"

"Oh, it's your son?" the thin man looked at Li Feng next to him and frowned.

Li Jiannan asked, "Is there a suitable war knife for him?"

"Yes, the boss is inside, go pick it yourself!" said the thin man, and after saying that, he continued to bow his head and beat the iron in his hand.

Li Jiannan responded politely: "Thank you!"

As he spoke, he led Li Feng into the store.

The temperature inside the store was very high, even if he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, Li Feng felt that he was in a stove, and in just a moment, his body was already covered with sweat.

The surrounding walls have become dark from years of smoke, and many of the walls have peeled off, revealing mottled years.

Even when lit by an oil lamp, the light inside was dim, and the turbid air was mixed with a large amount of metal dust, which made it very uncomfortable to breathe.

There are a lot of knives, swords and other weapons in the corner of the wall, dozens of them are stacked together, like useless scraps, randomly placed, looking very messy.

The owner of the blacksmith shop was a stout, short, bad old man, dressed in a shabby leather armor, like a tramp, and smelled of it.

The whole person was lying on a dilapidated rattan chair, pouring wine vigorously, and did not invite guests, like a puddle of mud, without any exquisiteness.

When Li Feng walked in, the old man was still carrying a bottle of liquor and slugging, his face full of red light.

"Boss, I'll buy something!" Li Jiannan walked in and directly explained his intention.

The short old man opened a pair of sleepy-eyed eyes, looked at Li Jiannan's father and son slightly, drunkenly accused the knives on the desk and said, "Whatever knives you want, take them yourself!"

There are many kinds of weapons on the rectangular board, scimitars, machetes, decapitation knives, slender swords, spears, spears, and even round shields.

"What are the prices of these knives?" Li Jiannan walked to the desk next to him and casually drew a curved scimitar.

With a bang, the blade came out of its sheath, and the black light flashed.

The bad old man said disapprerovingly: "It's all some broken copper and iron, worthless things, you can take whichever one you like, and the price is fifty copper coins!"

This boss is so funny, how can he say that the knives he built are broken copper.

"Fifty copper coins a piece, a bit expensive!" Li Jiannan frowned.

When the short old man heard this, he sneered and said, "It's too expensive, let's buy it somewhere else!"

"Lao Tzu's knives are all high-quality products, not bargaining!"

"Adventurers' swords are not sold cheaply!"

Li Feng glanced at the short old man curiously, his face full of surprise.

This boss is really strange, one will say that his knives are broken copper and iron, and the other time he will say that they are all high-quality products, and the preface does not match the afterword, how much wine does this have to drink, drunk like this.

When Li Jiannan heard the old man's words, his brows twisted, and he didn't say anything, but carefully selected the knives and swords and other weapons on the desk, and his eyes flashed with a strange light.

Fifty copper coins, buy an ordinary knife, according to the market price is indeed a bit expensive.

You must know that Li Feng's family's living expenses are only like this for a month.

Li Jiannan Province is used to frugality, and he is usually reluctant to buy even a new dress.

Fifty copper coins to buy a knife is a bit beyond the bottom line of his heart.

Because the village has no money to buy war knives, most of the war knives used by the villagers are slowly polished by collecting scrap iron by themselves, and the materials and manufacturing processes are very low-level.

In terms of sharpness and practicality, it is certainly not as good as these shops that specialize in making weapons.

"Father, if it's too expensive, forget it!" Li Feng saw his father's thoughts and didn't want to embarrass him too much.

Li Jiannan said in a deep voice: "The knives are all here, you can choose them yourself!"

"Pick it up, let's go back early, your Uncle Yunfeng is still waiting for us!"

Since he came, Li Jiannan couldn't let his son go home empty-handed, as a father, if he couldn't even satisfy his son's wish, it would be too incompetent.

"Father, this knife is too expensive, let's change it!" Li Feng felt a little uncomfortable, he knew that his family was poor, otherwise, his father would not bargain with the blacksmith shop owner so much in order to buy him a war knife.

Li Jiannan touched Li Feng's head and said in a low voice: "The knives here are indeed high-quality products, buy one and go back, you won't lose money!"

"What?" Li Feng couldn't help but be stunned when he heard his father's words.

Li Jiannan casually picked up a war knife and handed it to his son, pointed to the fine texture on it, and said in a deep voice: "You look at the blade craftsmanship and texture, all of them are of the highest level of craftsmanship. The blacksmiths in our village will never be able to make it. ”

"I see that the materials they use to make their knives are all high-quality black veined steel!"

"The characteristics of the war knife made of black-veined steel are tough, sharp, and not easy to damage!"

"Fifty coppers, buy such a war knife, don't lose!"

"Moreover, a true warrior is indispensable to have a weapon in his hand!"

"In the process of fighting with people, if the sword is broken or curled halfway, it is a great danger!"

Li Feng looked carefully at the knife in his father's hand, the lines were exquisite, the lines were straight, and the snow-white blade was extremely sharp, it was indeed a rare boutique.

However, fifty copper coins to buy such a high-grade war knife is worth the money.

The reason why Li Jiannan chose this war knife for Li Feng is still a little insightful, because the knife made of black-veined steel has always been extraordinary, and it belongs to a kind of rainbow steel.

Rainbow steel is famous all over the world, and it is only found in dangerous and desperate places such as thousand-kilometer deep sea trenches or mountain hinterlands, and it is not easy to mine.

On this sea, the warriors divided seven different grades according to the texture and material grade, which are red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple!

The black steel is the lowest level, but it is not among them, and the weapons made of rainbow steel are more vivid and delicate in the grain, and the more high-end and precious the grade quality is.

Legend has it that a weapon made of purple-veined steel is invaluable and extremely rare.

Each one can become a world-famous weapon.

"It's too expensive, I don't want it!" Li Feng said a little stubbornly.

Li Jiannan saw his son's thoughts, and sighed lightly: "Child, I can only blame your father for not having the ability, he has been mediocre all his life, and he can't even give you a decent gift!"

"I just hope that you can get ahead and glorify your ancestors!"

"Use this sword to protect our village!"

When Li Feng heard this, his heart shook violently, when his father handed him this war knife.

He suddenly felt that this war knife weighed tens of millions of pounds.

His father gave him this sword, not only as a gift, but also as a heart.

An expectation from my father!

Li Feng solemnly took the sword, his heart was heavy, and his mind was full of his father's loving face.

This sword now has a special meaning for him!

It carries the great expectations of a father for his son!

"Is it appropriate for you to look at this sword?" Li Jiannan looked at his son with a smile.

"Yes, it's pretty handy. Li Feng nodded heavily, his heart warm.

Suddenly, he found that it was a very happy thing to be cared for by his father.

Expect one’s son to be talented!

In this world, what father does not love his children and does not want his children to become famous and get ahead.

Li Jiannan is just a civilian, his ability is limited, and he has used all his strength in this life, just wanting to give his children a harmonious and stable family.

He can't let his children have a deep background and live a privileged aristocratic life like those wealthy aristocrats.

The war knife Li Feng was holding was about 70 centimeters long, with a pitch-black handle, three fingers wide, a single-sided blade, a straight blade, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, and a triangle in the position of the tip and blade, weighing about five kilograms.

He pulled out his sword, and a cold light suddenly lit up, and the snow-white and translucent knife surface reflected his delicate face.

Li Feng waved a few times, and there was a faint sharp whistling sound in the air, which felt quite comfortable, and it was very suitable for his current self.