In addition to the usual style problems, the sturdy old man is actually very valued by the upper echelons of the gang.

He is not an old-fashioned person, but for the casting of weapons, he can't pull back ten cows.

The weapons cast are mostly heavy swords, heavy knives. The knife aside, what the sword wants is dexterity, but he has to do the opposite, shouting that the heavy sword has no edge, and the great ingenuity is not working.

Those squad leaders and gangsters who take the brute path only choose heavy weapons such as hammers in the D area.

The heavy sword is not sharp, it is purely by force to kill people. But if you want strength, the effect of the double hammer is far greater than that of the heavy sword and heavy sword, which seems to be mediocre in comparison, and it is useless to say that it is not good.

Even though he was about to starve to death, he did not listen to the opinions of others and walked the path of forging heavy swords and heavy swords to the end.

It is precisely because of his "ignorance" that the deacons in the gang who like to sigh from time to time look up to him. It's good to do a good job in the swordsmith industry, but many people can only do simple things in their lives.

Sword smiths are also nicknamed money makers, and most of them are people who have no ability to sell their reputations. All things have spirits, and at the level of the Soul Leaving Gang, even if they are in the corners of the mountains, some people have heard of those high-level swordsmiths who can create weapons with aura.

They don't know how weapons with aura are cast, anyway, they can't be those money-makers who don't have the ability to pretend to be masters, and they will cast whatever weapon is popular.

Although these behaviors are not visible to the able-bodied old man, it cannot be said that they are wrong. Since he has entered this industry, who doesn't want to become a master, but fate and qualifications have washed away the enthusiasm of the teenager.

You can't even afford to eat, what are you chasing?

In this regard, the sturdy old man can only say that he has a different concept from those people, even though he has been driven out of the sect for so many years, he still has the dream of becoming one of the best swordsmiths in the world.

"The little brother's body is indeed stronger than the average person, but there are many ordinary martial artists like you. Except for those who practice martial arts, few people are willing to use this weapon, and it is difficult to hold it. ”

The sturdy old man looked at Bai Thirteen and spoke as if he was persuading him to retreat.

Bai Shisan was also stunned, he saw that the old man's situation was not very good, but he was still thinking about whether he could pick up heavy weapons. If you change to a normal swordsmith, they want you to buy something, and then they will slaughter you fiercely.

As for whether you are suitable or not, whether you will die in the enemy because you are not suitable for weapons, it is not at all their consideration, they can only see money.

And this sturdy old man was obviously worried that Bai Thirteen would use his strength to delay the enemy. Those who enter the Soul Leaving Gang mean fighting, and they are fighting with the weirdest ghosts, and the weapons are not easy to use, and they are completely looking for death.

"It's okay to give it a try. Bai Thirteen grinned.

The sturdy old man didn't speak, thinking that the first thing for a swordsmith like them was the development of the Yuanmu.

The Yuan Mu represents the spirit that the warrior said, and it is also the soul power that the swordsmith said. People with developed soul power are more likely to create spiritual weapons.

The soul power of the sturdy old man was higher than that of ordinary second-rate martial artists, and he looked at Bai Thirteen and vaguely felt that maybe this young man could really control the heavy sword.

"Since you've said so, let me be. "The sturdy old man is in a good mood, this is the first customer in half a month. The last client seemed to be a squad leader, bought a heavy sword from him before going to a deserted village to solve a case, and then died.

Since then, many malicious rumors have reached the ears of the sturdy old man, although he is quiet, but he is also guilty in his heart.

"Ghosts are extremely fast, so it's better to choose a lighter weapon if you're one-on-one. The heavy knife is too clumsy and has too many neutrals. The old man led Bai Thirteen to a small warehouse, which was full of heavyweight weapons of Yishui.

Along the way, the old man chattered, and it was the first time that Bai Thirteen had seen a swordsmith who was afraid that others would buy his own weapons.

There was some resurgence in the warehouse, and the light was very dim, and the old man had to light the lamp several times before lighting the candle.

"No one came to buy weapons, and it was hard for me to carry these big guys, old man, so I simply didn't put them in the gazebo, and if I wanted to buy them, I came directly to the warehouse. ”

"Hmm. ”

Bai Thirteen is not good at words, and the old man's words are deflated here.

He turned, his eyes flickering as he looked around the weapon racks.

A series of heavy swords and heavy swords came into Bai Thirteen's eyes, most of them were mainly wide and thick, like a rectangular iron plate, and then the blade was opened.

Because of the relationship between the materials, it is very troublesome for the old man to open the blade, and it is difficult to grind because it is too heavy.

And the heavy knife is not easy to open the blade too hard, otherwise it is easy to break, so it is only in a half-open state.

"These weapons are all made of fine iron, and they have an extremely long service life, and they usually don't need to be replaced within three years of purchase. "The old man is also telling the truth.

Bai 13 nodded, picked up the classification mark with his hand and looked at it.

This is divided into four weapon racks, and the weight of each weapon is different, so as to avoid confusion the old man made a classification mark.

The weight is divided into four levels, and the buyer can check the weapon information and weight through the classification mark for selection.

In his previous life, although Bai Shisan had never played with a knife, he had danced an iron sword weighing more than four catties at his grandfather in the countryside, and it was very difficult to swing with one hand, and his arm spasmed directly after a circle.

And the lightest sword here reached eighty catties, and during the perennial war, most of the residents here were thin, especially women. So, the weight of this sword is as good as the weight of the average woman here.

The other three gears have steadily increased on the basis of eighty catties, and by the fourth gear they have reached a terrifying three hundred and twenty catties.

The heaviest knife is also completely like a wide door panel, and it is a magnified pig-killing knife, which is not beautiful at all, but it is heavy enough.

Holding a knife is not the same as lifting weights, you can lift more than 100 pounds of things, can you still dance more than 100 pounds of heavy knives?

Bai Shisan started with a light try, and found that he was already a little difficult to lift the eighty-pound heavy knife.

Eighty catties is equivalent to the weight of the Qinglong Yanyue Knife of Master Guan in the previous life.

Of course, in ancient times, there were naturally no other worldly mystical things, and now Bai Shisan's strength has the blessing of Xiaocheng's brute bear strength and Dacheng's blood refining knife, and it is not very difficult to dance.

There are eight pole steps as the foundation for the next plate, and Bai Thirteen does not have to worry about the instability of the next plate.

For him now, eighty catties is already the limit, not to mention that the second-gear weapon has soared directly to one hundred and sixty catties, he doesn't even think about it.

"That's it, how much silver?" Bai Thirteen held the knife in both hands and danced a few times.

His eyes flickered in the flickering candle flames, and although this knife was not pretty, it was at least much more beautiful than those large door panels.

If you have to talk about the shape of this knife, it is quite similar to the big goose in Bai Thirteen's previous life, the neck of the goose is the handle, and the streamlined goose body is the blade.

The appearance is strange, the weight is not light, and there is a blood line as thick as chopsticks running through the blade.

"The name of this knife is Bloodbrush, and I made it, but I didn't forge it. The sturdy old man's eyes shrank, and there were more than a dozen weapons weighing eighty pounds in the last gear, which looked strange and unknown in origin. He was ready to take it off the shelves, but he had been suffering from the fact that no one came to buy weapons, and the warehouse had not been opened for a long time, and the old man forgot about it.

Unexpectedly, Bai Thirteen didn't look at other weapons, and directly took the blood.

"What do you mean?" Bai Thirteen was stunned, this blood was cold to the hand, and it was a coldness from the nerves.

The sturdy old man sighed, a little hesitant, but looking at Bai Thirteen's posture, if he didn't tell the truth today, he wouldn't let go.

"The predecessor of this knife was originally a hanging knife for the yamen to behead the prisoners at three o'clock in the afternoon, which lasted three magistrates, each serving for fifteen years, and beheaded countless prisoners. The sturdy old man smiled awkwardly, not daring to look at Bai Thirteen.

He had always been committed to forging spiritual weapons, and the knife in the yamen that specialized in beheading prisoners made him think about it. How much blood is stained on the blade of the knife, and how many unwilling resentful souls are nourished, such a knife is easy to come out of the spirit.

The swords of soldiers and generals are also easy to turn into spiritual weapons, because the horses kill the enemy and handle countless blood.

But the difference is that the soldier's life is short, and it is difficult for the master's death sword to be made into a spiritual weapon. A general's sword is the easiest to come out of the spirit, but the weapon becomes a spirit, in addition to other conditions, the most important thing is to survive long enough.

When a general fights, how many years can his sword last? It won't be long before the blade of the sword will be damaged or blunt, and it will be discarded.

The yamen's beheading knife was originally an ownerless thing and had existed for forty-five years, so the sturdy old man had a thought.

Forty-five years only means that it has the possibility of becoming a spirit, not that it has already become a spirit.

It is impossible for a weapon to become an immortal on its own for 1,800 years, so it is generally necessary to take a weapon that may become an immortal if it meets the conditions to find a high-level swordsmith with high morality, and use the secret method that the swordsmith does not pass on to inject spirit into the weapon.

The spirit is also called the point of the spirit, and the point becomes the spirit.

It was clear that the sturdy old man had failed, and the blood had become a weapon with only some connotation.

Hearing the sturdy old man say this, Bai Thirteen quickly understood. Generally, the beheading knife of the yamen will not be given to outsiders, and it is a crime for ordinary people to covet it. It's just that before the war between Daxi and the Chu State, the mountain city was located in the northern Liangbian Fortress, which was the most susceptible to the impact.

Therefore, the county magistrate surnamed Liu immediately wrote a letter to his somewhat powerful relatives to apply for a callback, and Hua Xing became the one who wiped his ass and filled the position, dragging his family to live in the mountain city for 20 years.

Originally, his term of office was only 15 years, but because Liu only served for 10 years, Hua Wu Bank was forced to serve for five more years.

Taking advantage of this gap, the sturdy old man stole the decapitator that had been dismantled and had not yet been destroyed. And Hua Wuxing was also unfamiliar with it when he just took over, and he didn't take into account the matter of the decapitation knife. only knew that his relatives had married with the Ning family and were treated unfairly.

That's why he didn't argue, and was willing to come over to Yanshan City, the main purpose was also to wrestle with the Ning family, so that his Hua family relatives could not be wronged in vain.

"So, how much?" Bai Thirteen ignored.

The sturdy old man was almost choked to death, and he said so much in vain, this is an ominous knife, and it is no good for Bai Thirteen to take it. Originally, the old man thought that he could scare a hairy child like Bai Shisan, who had only reached the age of dancing elephants, but he didn't expect people to listen to it at all.

This knife was still reluctant to be sold to the old man Bai Thirteen, although it was a failure, but he had also been cultivated in the cemetery with extremely heavy yin qi for ten years. Although it has not become a spirit, it is better than the average fine iron blade, and the most important thing is that this knife carries the expectations and hopes of the old man for ten years, which is too commemorative.

"Fifty taels for one bite. The old man's eyes rolled, as if the mental activity just now was counting the words in water.