Han Xing stood opposite the blacksmith shop, always feeling awkward, he looked at it for a long time, his eyes suddenly brightened, and finally found out the reason.

He walked to the bottom of the black signboard that read "Spirit Soldier Workshop", and looked closely, only to see that this plaque was different from the signboard on the other façade......

The façade sign of other people's houses is made of wood, but it is made of iron.

Although this plaque seems to have been hung for thousands of years without wiping, and it is rusty on it, it can be seen that the three words "Spirit Soldier Fang" written in gold on a black background are the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, and the atmosphere is magnificent.

It seems that every stroke and every stroke leaves a pen edge, like a sharp sword, swallowing the sword light, there is a mighty breath, straight through the bottom of people's hearts.

Han Xing's brows furrowed, thinking to himself, this blacksmith shop is not simple......

It stands to reason that the words on the signboard of a secular blacksmith shop should be crooked, like a shrimp crawling mess.

And now these three words, but the iron and silver hooks are written, and every stroke is integrated with the sword intent, which is enough to make ordinary monks frightened, obviously not something that ordinary young people can leave.

As he was looking, a few more people who looked like neighbors surrounded him, and one of them said, "Why haven't you seen Ouyang Zhu for a few days, is it because the imperial court is going to build weapons again?"

"I don't know, this time he built it for three days and three nights, it should be to build weapons. ”

"Ouyang Zhu's knife casting technique, that is really powerful, I heard that the knives used in the palace have made him forge extremely sharp. ”

When Qin Jiyou heard this, he swept away the dejected and depressed appearance just now, and asked suspiciously: "What kind of knife did he build?

A few people next to him glanced at him, as if they were surprised by his questioning, that means, they don't even know this?

One of them squinted at him with disdain with his eyes full of white eyeballs, and said, "You can make a knife for the palace, do you say you can hang it?"

After saying that, several people turned and left.

"Don't tell me, we're in the right place, it's full of knives......! What are you waiting for?" Qin Jiyou looked at Han Xing with burning eyes, full of anticipation.

The corners of Han Xing's mouth couldn't help twitching, thinking to himself, will you buy something with this product?

If you stand here, the shopkeeper will come out to receive you, and you can take the shelf and bargain with him.

Now you take the initiative to go to him and say that I want to "beg" a magic weapon, aren't you just waiting to be slaughtered?

Han Xing was forced to be helpless, so he had to say: "Okay, let's go in and have a look......"

The two pushed the door open one after the other, and were stunned......

Because in the whole shop, they didn't see a single sword!

On the contrary, there are rows of bright kitchen knives, pig killing knives, and bone razors hanging on the wall......

There are two people, but they just ignore them when they come in!

I saw that in the blacksmith shop, a young man was sweating vigorously pulling the air box, and the fire in the furnace was changing color with the beat of his pulling.

Next to the stove stood a shirtless strong man, holding a pair of tongs in his left hand, and a piece of burnt red rough iron, which was placed on the anvil, and was striking with a huge hammer, which made a loud noise when it fell.

Qin Jiyou felt that he was despised, and shouted angrily: "Hey, do you have such a business?

The young man with the convulsive box looked up at him, reluctantly stopped his movements, and greeted him.

He glanced over lightly, and when he saw that Qin Jiyou was wearing a bright outfit, he omitted Han Xing and saluted him directly: "Welcome the guest officer to my Spirit Soldier Workshop, I don't know what you need?"

Qin Jiyou took a chair and sat down, waving his hand: "What do you need?" It's all nonsense, if you don't buy a knife in an armory store, can you still come to buy toilet paper? Take all the best swords and knives, and pick one!" Then he added: "Uncle, what I have is money!"

After speaking, he habitually stretched out his hand to the place where the money bag was hanging on his waist, but when he touched it, he felt empty, and then he remembered that the money bag had been handed over to Han Xing.

When the young man heard this, his face immediately changed, and he said, "This guest officer, this store only sells kitchen knives, pig-killing knives and the like, I'm sorry, you don't have the sword you want." ”

"What this son has is money......

"There is money and no ......"

Qin Jiyou stood up suddenly, straightened his back, and said hatefully: "Since you don't have it, it's still called the Spirit Soldier Workshop?" He looked up and looked at every corner of the room again, and said without giving up: "Then outsiders say that every knife you build here is a treasure knife, what's the matter?"

"The knives we built are indeed treasure knives!" the young man pointed to the rows of kitchen knives hanging on the wall, and said, "These knives, after being used by the chefs in the palace, all said that they can get the praise of the royal chefs, what are they if they are not the treasure knives in the kitchen knives?"

"Damn, I'm down...... Kitchen knives are also called treasure knives?" Qin Jiyou was completely blinded by him......

Walk inside the kitchen knife shop!

Han Xing didn't speak, his eyes were staring at the rough iron that the strong man was still building, and he didn't even blink.

Every time the strong man hammered down, he could have at least a few hundred catties of strength, and the iron material was splashed everywhere, but he didn't move at all, and even the shape never changed.

At this moment, the green copper tripod in Han Xing's dantian suddenly moved inexplicably.

At the moment when the green copper moved, it happened that the strong man's hammer slammed down, only to see that the rough iron material was not smashed flat, but rebounded vigorously and broke the huge hammer!

With a bang, the piece of rough iron fell at Han Xing's feet.

Immediately afterwards, the green copper tripod trembled sharply in his dantian, if it wasn't for Han Xing's suppression, he was afraid that it would fly out of his body.

Han Xing finally reacted......

This piece of rough iron is weird!

Could it be that the fragments of the green copper tripod are not successful?

The strong man seemed to be tired, he was a little angry, and said angrily: "Hell, I've never seen such a blank, I have been fighting for three days, and I still haven't been impressed, I really don't know what the ancestor left behind?"

"It seems that we are in the wrong place, this guy doesn't even know how to forge iron, what kind of sword and sword can he create?" No wonder there is no ......" Qin Jiyou sneered and shook his head slowly.

"Nonsense!" the strong man heard this, and his heart saw it, as if he had been beaten with a hammer in the chest.

He roared: "My ancestor is Ouyang Yezi, the originator of ancient sword casting, and the iron calcining method he left behind can't calcine this piece of rough iron, and no one in this world can forge it." This piece of blank that was broken out of the extraterrestrial meteorite, it is a piece of waste, and it is not a pity to throw it away!"

Qin Jiyou was frightened by the fierce and vicious appearance of the strong man...... He took a few steps back.

The strong man's anger was still gone, and the corners of his mouth were crooked to Qin Jiyou. He pointed out the door: "I don't have any swords and swords you want here, and I can't make them, please go!"

Han Xing suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, he couldn't let Qin Jiyou spoil his good deeds and miss the fragments of the bronze tripod!

In desperation, I had no choice but to go into battle myself.

He looked at the strong man with his head full of bruises and exposed tendons, and turned his head to smile coldly at the frightened Qin Jiyou: "You kid is a mallet, it seems that if I don't guide you, it won't work." ”

"Do you know who Ouyang Yezi is? That is the ancestor of the Qinzhou Continent sword casting in the past, what Longyuan Sword, Taizhan Lu Sword, Fish Intestine Sword, Juque Sword, each of which is a famous divine sword. Will his children and grandchildren not be able to forge a good sword?

Qin Jiyou didn't expect Han Xing, who seemed to be a leopard, to be so knowledgeable, his face was full of rough redness, he swallowed his saliva embarrassedly, and showed a ashamed expression for the first time.

Seeing Han Xing helping him speak, the strong man's face gradually eased.

Han Xing ignored him, but turned his body to the wall, pointed to the row of shiny kitchen knives, and said: "Every kitchen knife on this top, the knife surface is smooth, the blade edge is straight but not distorted, the knife edge is a black line, there is no "white edge", the knife back, the knife head, and the knife are smoothed with grinding, "not black", no burrs, if you use the blade to cut the back of another knife, you can cut off the iron filings, good knife, good knife! It's a pity...... It's just a façade!" At this point, he slowly turned around, stopped abruptly, and stopped talking.

He is trying to capture the old man's appetite......

Sure enough, when the strong man heard this, his face was not angry: "The kitchen knife I made is a tribute to the imperial court, even if you have a very high vision, you should not slander and slander like this! ”

Han Xing pursed his lips, smiled coldly, grabbed a kitchen knife from the wall casually, and said, "What you have met is nothing more than some cooks, not connoisseurs." Casting a kitchen knife is the same as building a blade, let's just say that this kitchen knife, although the blade you build is cold and cold, but it is only a superficial appearance. ”

"This kitchen knife can only smoothly cut off some iron filings and the like, but can not be cut categorically, if there is a stainless steel nail on the vegetable table, it will curl the blade, this is your blind pursuit of sharpness, the blade is too thin, I don't believe you come to see ......"

Han Xing circled his thumb and middle finger and flicked it lightly towards the edge of the knife, making a crisp sound.

The strong man raised his head and said proudly: "You better be careful, although this knife can't sharpen iron like clay, but if you sharpen a finger like yours, a hundred will be broken!"

"Phew, nonsense!" Han Xing flipped his wrist and stretched out his finger to flick towards the blade......

With a flick of a finger, with a bang, the kitchen knife let out a sword-like roar, and suddenly shot out a cold light from the blade.

With a "Zheng" sound, a broken blade the size of a fingernail flew into the pillar, and the edge of the kitchen knife was unexpectedly missing a piece of it by him!

This strong man was stunned by him, how could the knife of refined steel that he had built himself be in his hands, just like made of tofu?

He couldn't figure it out......