Han Xing casually threw the knife on the ground and said, "This kitchen knife makes you pursue the sharpness too much, the blade is too thin, and all the stainless steel is squeezed onto the back of the knife, losing the essence of good steel used on the blade." ”

"The blade is thin and brittle, and it can also be used to cut meat and vegetables, but if one day the palace slaughters a relict beast, its bones are as hard as steel, how can it be cut?

The strong man has been casting knives all his life, and the most proud thing is this kitchen knife, which is criticized by him at the moment, and his body is incomplete and a mess.

He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't, because what Han Xing said was reasonable!

The relationship between the two is now like a teacher instructing students to do their homework well.

For a while, the strong man was a little stunned.

Han Xing saw that the fish had begun to bite the hook, so he began the stage of "slipping the fish", he wanted to take the strong man as a fish, exhausted from walking, convinced, and then close the rod.

He put his hands behind his back, walked back and forth on the ground for a few steps, and smiled slightly, and said: "The world only knows how to refine steel, but they don't know that the refining method is improper, and if it is forged excessively, it will let the iron essence and the impurities on the calcining hammer be mixed together, and the surface of the knife created will look cold and smooth, flawless, but in fact, it is already a lower grade, how can the blade created in this way be called a treasure knife?"

He let out a long sigh, raised his hand and pointed to the signboard of the "Spirit Soldier Workshop" outside the door, as if he was disappointed, and said, "It's a pity that this signboard, the Spirit Soldier Workshop can only make kitchen knives, and it is of this grade...... If you come to ask for a divine blade, it seems to be delusional, and the name is not true!"

"Let's go ......" After speaking, Han Xing turned around and pulled Qin Jiyou's arm, and was about to walk out......

"Wait...... It seems that the guest officer is really a person who knows the goods, please stay!" The voice of a strong man came from behind him.

This voice is exactly what Han Xing couldn't ask for!

When the strong man saw Han Xing's stopped, he immediately walked over, bowed his hand to apologize, and said: "In Xia Ouyang Zhu, only when you have eyes but don't know Mount Tai...... I don't think the guest officer is very old, but I didn't expect to have such a superb insight into refining and casting. ”

Han Xing looked up to the sky and snorted, clasped his fists with both hands, and said, "How dare you...... If I meet a real person, I'll be an axe. ”

The meaning of this is obvious, you are not a real person, so I dare to "get an axe" in front of your eyes.

How could Ouyang Zhu not hear the taste of his words, his eyes flashed, and he hurriedly explained, "To be honest, the kitchen knives hanging on this wall you saw were actually used to deal with the imperial court to earn some spirit stones."

"Because casting a high-quality famous sword is a cabbage price in the eyes of people who don't know the goods, I easily stop casting swords now. After saying that, he smiled wryly.

Ouyang Zhu seemed to be telling Han Xing, you don't want to look at people in the crack of the door, and you will look at people flat.

It's not that I can't cast, but I don't want to cast!

"Oh......" Han Xing let out a long oh in understanding.

This "oh......" suddenly made Ouyang Zhu feel a little like he had found a soulmate.

His eyes flashed with a complicated brilliance, and he said, "As the saying goes, you know your family. I think I am an ancestral refining family, how can I not cast a real divine soldier? I just don't want to hang up outside to show off! It's good that these divine weapons fall into the hands of heroes, but if they fall into the hands of secular people, they will be disgraced by the divine soldiers, and the guest officers are people who know the goods, if you sincerely ask for soldiers, I will take you to the back hall to have a look?"

Han Xing smiled secretly in his heart, and he glanced at Qin Jiyou......

Ouyang Zhu was afraid that the real divine soldier would fall into the hands of a straw bag, didn't he know that the person who bought the sword today was the biggest wreck in the world!

His eyes lit up, and he said: "Oh, there are people who don't bend their waists for three buckets of rice in business, which makes me admire in the next good life, I thought that the Spirit Soldier Workshop had a false name, but it turned out to be deeply hidden, and there is no mystery, so I want to see it...... What kind of blade is it, it can be called a 'divine soldier' in your mouth. ”

Han Xingxin said, I have to suppress him now, otherwise he will never show you good things!

"Send the piece of rough iron that can't be refined into the secret room. Ouyang Zhu ordered the young man to close the door of the shop, lead the way in front, and the three of them came to the back hall.

Ouyang Zhu pressed a slightly heavier blue brick on the wall with his hand, "squeak"~~~ The wall actually turned, and a heavy iron door was slowly opened, which showed the real entrance of the Spirit Soldier Workshop.

He asked the young man to light it with a lantern, and sent the rough piece of iron down first, and only after the young man came up and went out did he close the iron door from the inside.

It can be seen that Ouyang Zhu is extremely cautious about the location of this secret hiding army.

The entrance was a dark and narrow road, and the three of them walked down, and a thick stale air came to their noses.

Han Xing almost didn't take a breath, he frowned and asked, "All the years of this underground Tibetan soldier, right?"

"Well, all the high-quality blades in it are made by my ancestors in the past, the reason is very simple, although this is the imperial capital, there are very few people who really know the goods, so I rarely bring people down, and I haven't come in since I took that piece of rough iron three years ago. Ouyang Zhu said as he lit the oil lamps on both walls of the corridor with flint.

The road is not long, but it is full of twists and turns, and the three of them arrived in a room underground.

"Holy, where is this basement...... It's like an arsenal, Han Xing, you have to help me pick a good one. Qin Jiyou tried to calm the ups and downs of his chest, his face full of surprise.

This place is not only like an arsenal, but also a blade exhibition hall, where spears, short swords, scimitars, arrow clusters, helmets, and armor are all available, especially long swords.

Qin Jiyou could barely control his impulses, he reached out and took off a long sword hanging on the wall and sent it to Han Xing: "Help me see how this sword is?"

"This brother, please stop, although there are many blades here, most of them are not for sale, but they are the casting relics left by my ancestors for my personal collection and commemoration. Ouyang Zhu was obviously extremely dissatisfied with Qin Jiyou's actions, but in terms of tone, he still tried to be as tactful as possible.

Qin Jiyou was a little puzzled, stunned, and said: "Damn, if there is a deal yet, then don't you have no sword to sell here?"

Ouyang Zhu snorted and said, "I only have three swords to sell here, all of which I have personally cast, and the price of each one is one million spirit stones, you can pick and choose! ”

"What is a million spirit stones and a sword? or to look at face?" Qin Jiyou almost vomited blood, and a look of extreme pain flashed in his eyes......

It's really bad luck to meet Han Xing by himself!

Two million spirit stones were fooled by him to buy a store, and the remaining 300,000 spirit stones were also handed over to him, and he had already spent 1450,000 yuan.

The rest of the money can't even buy a dagger here.

Qin Jiyou's face twitched, he looked at Han Xing and said, "What now?"

Han Xing stared at every sword on the wall without squinting, and while watching carefully, he reprimanded without looking back: "What should we do? We just came down to appreciate the sword, every sword in this is a divine product, how can it be measured by money?"

"If he wanted to sell it for money, he would have sold it a long time ago, and it was precisely because he didn't want these artifacts to fall into the hands of mediocrity that he kept them until now! I admire this master's personality to the extreme!" He wasted no time in putting on a big hat for Ouyang Zhu.

"You are really a man of my generation, since this is the case, I will let you appraise this sword, how much is it worth?" As he spoke, Ouyang Zhu took off a long sword with a worn-out scabbard and rusty handle from the wall and handed it to Han Xing.

Qin Jiyou only felt that a breath rushed to his throat, and it was uncomfortable if he didn't squirt out, he snorted heavily: "Do you think we have no money or what's the matter? Take out such a broken sword for appraisal and sell it to us? This sword is not even worth a spirit stone, you are embarrassed to take it out!"

Han Xing was almost by him...... Hurriedly said: "My brother doesn't know how to use swords, and he speaks openly, don't be surprised!" he said as he took the sword in his hand.

As soon as the sword was in his hand, there was a heavy feeling, and the sword intent revealed through the scabbard made his body boil, his eyebrows spread, and he blurted out: "Good sword!"

Suddenly, his eyes contracted, and through the eyes of the heavens, he could see the sword inside clearly through the scabbard.

In his mind, he quickly went through the content of the famous sword chapter in the "Desolate God Record" and the "Great Wilderness Treasure Record", and his heart suddenly understood.

Ouyang Zhuhu said suspiciously: "This sword is in your hand, and you haven't pulled it out yet, how do you know that this is a good sword?"

Han Xing gave Ouyang Zhu an unfathomable doubt, but after all, he looked too young, and he didn't believe it.

Han Xing said lightly: "A person who is truly obsessed with kendo should know every famous sword in the world well...... It's not a waste of fame!"

Ouyang Zhu looked at Han Xing with some appreciation.

Han Xing flipped his wrist, looked at the scabbard on both sides anyway, and said: "This sword, judging from the scabbard and hilt, the sword body is thick and unruly, with a sheath of three feet seven, four inches longer than an ordinary sword, this is the sword that is really used to kill people on the battlefield, and it is the nemesis for dealing with long weapon guns, spears and hilt axes, and there is a mechanism on the hilt, after pressing, it retracts back to the normal size of the sword three feet three, which is the best for hand-to-hand combat!"

"This brother deserves to be a person who understands swords......" The appreciation in Ouyang Zhu's eyes became even stronger.

Han Xing continued: "Judging from the thickness of this sword handle, the blade in the scabbard is very blunt, as if it has not been bladed, but it can blow hair and break hair, and sharpen iron like mud. This scabbard is simple and vicissitudes, and the inscription on it is even more dragon flying and phoenix dancing, and the sound of the dragon's groan is faintly heard in the sheath, exuding a tragic killing intent, which shows that this sword has undergone a lot of killing! I guess this sword was sacrificed to living beings when it was cast, and it must be a good sword!"

He suddenly felt that he had spoken out about his perception of this sword, as if he had also made a breakthrough in the field of kendo.

This sword is psychic!

No, I have to continue to fool him and let him willingly give this sword to himself!