c_t; And just relying on mortal fire, it is not easy to create a treasure weapon, and now Jun Ling has some urgent hopes to break through to the innate realm, because as long as he breaks through to the innate realm, then he has the opportunity to find a way to cultivate the innate yang fire according to the description in the True Martial Refining Weapon Encyclopedia. [Fast update, refreshing website pages, few ads, I like this kind of website the most, be sure to praise]

This may not have been possible before, but now that he has the Zhiyang internal force, everything in the ancient Buddha's tendons and veins has become different.

When the time comes, the refining weapon will surely rise greatly.

Just then, there was a clanging sound outside the door.

"Help me make a hilt, it must be proportioned, and it must weigh three taels. "Cold voice.

"Three taels, I can't guarantee this, I can only say try my best. ”

"One more money is not good, one less money is not good, it must only be three taels, if you are not sure, I will find the next one." "Again a cold voice.

"This ......"

Erhu stared at the young man in tattered clothes in front of him, a little embarrassed, who the can guarantee you that it must be in three taels, this kid is too picky.

"Leave it to me!" Jun Ling walked out from the back of the courtyard, patted Erhu on the shoulder, and looked at the young man with a smile on his face.

The boy raised his head, it was no one else, it was the boy who was in the ring this morning, the young man's immature face had always been so indifferent, but his hand was tightly gripping his sword, a sword without a hilt, but as thin as a wing. Ask for books

It was evident that he attached great importance to this sword.

When the second tiger saw Jun Ling coming out, he snorted coldly at the young man as if he had been pardoned, and then retreated.

Seeing this, the young man didn't do it, he turned his attention to Jun Ling, his eyes lit up instantly, and there was a touch of solemnity in the shining, and there was a chill in front of this person, which made people tremble involuntarily.

Very strong, that's what he thinks from the bottom of his heart.

"You're the boss here?" the boy said, pursing his lips.

Jun Ling smiled: "How do you know. ”

"Because there are only two people in the shop, and he is so respectful to you, he will definitely not be the boss. ”

Listening to the young man's words, Jun Ling laughed and said, "Yes, I am the boss here, I heard that if you want to build a sword hilt, it can only weigh three taels, and you can't do it with one more or less money?"

The boy nodded and said, "Yes, can you help me build it?"

"Yes. Jun Ling said.

"Give. When the young man got Jun Ling's words, he simply gave the sword to Jun Ling.

Jun Ling shook his head secretly, this young man is amazingly talented, but in fact, he is simple-minded, such a person is easy to suffer, he reached out and took the sword, but at this time, the young man's hand holding the sword tightened again, and his eyes sharpened: "How long will it take?"

Jun Ling felt the young man's fierce gaze, and there was something strange in his heart, this kind of gaze he had only felt on one kind of animal, that is...... Wolf.

Jun Ling reluctantly said, "It will take an hour." ”

"Okay, I'll wait for you here for an hour. The young man let go of his sword as he spoke, and simply went to a chair in the room and sat down, but his eyes never took his eyes off Jun Ling.

"Well, you can sit here for a while. Jun Ling said, and after speaking, Jun Ling walked into the backyard with the young man's sword.

Coming to the backyard, Jun Ling looked at the sword in his hand, his face was solemn, this sword seems ordinary, but in fact it is extraordinary, the sword body exudes a vicious aura, and a strange pattern on the sword body, like a strange lotus, very demonic.

The second is that the sword is very thin, like a wing.

Who said that this sword is a broken sword, this sword is clearly a good sword, but it doesn't look very good.

Jun Ling let out a sigh of admiration and slowly walked towards the furnace.

For the inlay of a sword hilt, there is no pressure on Jun Ling, and there is no problem for him who has the martial arts knowledge of the Martial Infant Realm, and his control over the refining weapon has now reached a very high level.

The firing, the furnace, the casting, and so on were quickly completed, and the two broken pieces of bamboo that were set on the hilt of the sword were removed, and a new hilt was soon inlaid with a golden hilt, proportional to the dark body.

Jun Ling was very satisfied, walked out of the backyard with the sword, and came to the store, at this time the young man was still sitting quietly, the second tiger in the shop counter, was already speechless to the young man, it had been almost an hour since he came to the store, but he had never said anything else except for the first two words.

He was like a sculpture, staying there.

As soon as Jun Ling came out, his gaze immediately turned to look at the sword in Jun Ling's hand, the golden hilt was a little more gorgeous, and his face relaxed.

Jun Ling approached, arched the sword and smiled, "The hilt of the sword is good." ”

The boy had already stood upright, and took his sword, which had become different from the hilt, so that he would no longer have to be ridiculed for his broken sword.

"You still have a proper scabbard for this sword?" Jun Ling said.

The young man shook his head, he groped around his waist, and finally copied out three taels of silver and said to Jun Ling: "I only have three taels of silver, and I have half a tael of silver left to eat, and I don't have extra money to make a scabbard." ”

"What?" Jun Ling didn't have anything, the second tiger on the other side of the counter suddenly ran out again, he couldn't help it anymore, and walked out and said unceremoniously: "You think this is calculated according to two taels of silver, and three taels of silver can't even buy the materials for the hilt of the sword." ”

The young man frowned and said, "Isn't it three or two?"

"Of course ......"

The second tiger still wanted to argue, Jun Ling stopped him and said to the young man: "Hehe, three or two is three or two, it can be seen that you are a person who loves swords, and I will give you a suitable scabbard in three days." ”

"Give it to me?" the boy was stunned.

Jun Ling said: "Yes, give it to you, I will give it to you in three days." ”

"No, young master. Erhu looked surprised and wanted to persuade him.

However, Jun Ling waved his hand to show that it didn't matter, and Erhu had no choice but to shut up.

The young man glanced at Erhu and then at Jun Ling, as if he was particularly curious about Jun Ling, and then he opened his mouth and said, "But you may not be able to find me, how can you give it to me." ”

"I know you'll go to Ten Thousand Swords Square, and I'll go too. ”

"You're going too?" the boy was stunned again, then nodded, "Okay." ”

After speaking, the young man slashed his sword and walked towards the door, but soon he paused again, turned back to Jun Ling and said, "My name is Snow Eagle." ”

"Jun Ling. Jun Ling said with a smile.

Snow Eagle nodded and left without saying a word.

Jun Ling stared thoughtfully at the direction that Xue Ying left, a smile rose on the corner of his mouth, although Xue Ying didn't talk much, but he had a straightforward temperament and a very simple mind, when he saw him for the first time, Jun Ling had already decided to befriend him.

"Young master, why did you still promise to make a scabbard for this kid, I don't think this kid will appreciate it. Erhu, who was standing on the side, shook his head and said.

Jun Ling smiled: "You don't know, but anyone with a strange personality will value love more than life." ”

The second tiger and the second monk were puzzled, and they didn't understand Jun Ling's words at all, but he didn't see that the young man was very pleasing to the eye, and it would cost at least ten or twenty taels of silver to make a sword hilt, so he gave three taels, and took it for granted, and didn't say thank you when he took the sword, and gave him a scabbard.

Damn, who does he think he is!, Erhu muttered inwardly