Ding-ding-bell.

The Niushen blacksmith shop on Zhenghua Street began a blacksmithing career day and night.

It took two days to prepare, and Feng Ping lived alone in the shop.

Zhang Mazi was arranged by him to a private house not far away, and every day he either followed to learn to strike iron, or arranged Feng Ping's diet and daily life.

As for Li Daniu and Li Xiaoniu, they came to the store on time and on time every day, and supervised Feng Ping to beat them on the iron felt.

In more than ten days, Feng Ping also went from a layman who didn't know anything to initially grasp the principles of burning iron and moving hammers.

"If only I had the motivation to go to school."

The hammer in his hand kept swinging.

Not to mention, in just the past ten days, Feng Ping's strength has also been exercised to a certain extent, and with the nourishment of the fire spirit root, he has become more and more experienced in striking iron.

During this period, there were always farmers who came to sell some hoes, pickaxes, shovels, and spoons, but all of them were rejected by him on the grounds that they did not have them.

Obviously, it was hanging on the wall, Feng Ping wanted to say no, Li Daniu couldn't say anything, and Zhang Mazi didn't dare to speak.

For this kind of behavior of not doing business, except for the current owner of this store, the rest of the people don't understand!

It wasn't until the fourteenth day of Feng Ping's stay that the Niujin Blacksmith Shop finally welcomed its first guest.

……

The middle moon has passed, ushering in the twilight moon.

Although the people of Shuntianfu did not wear a single clothes, they also faded from thick cotton clothes and velvet jackets.

After nearly two months of cultivation, Zhao Yunlong and Duan Lin have become leaders in their realms, and when most of the disciples have not obtained the "Little Solution", they have already both refined qi at the fifth level.

As for the other thunder attribute Heavenly Spirit Root Wu Hu, because of the exercises, he can only succumb slightly, and he is currently refining qi at the fourth level.

Chengxian Hall was originally a place for monks to lay the foundation and sieve qualifications, and for a year, most of them were mainly to practice exercises and improve their realms, and there were few explanations and provisions of techniques.

However, Zhao Yunlong is different from Duan Lin.

The two of them were already geniuses, and their realm was much ahead of the same level, so Gu Shunchang made an exception to the Three Immortal Sects and invited a few sets of Qi Refining Realm techniques.

Originally, it was prepared for the two of them, but gradually the rest of the people were full of complaints, and then it was changed to that as long as they broke through to the fourth layer of qi refining, they could choose a technique that could be practiced.

Only then did he block the mouths of more than 300 disciples.

On this day, Zhao Yunlong and Duan Lin left Chengxian Hall and went to Zhenghua Street, wanting to buy a long sword for casting spells.

With the realm of the two of them, they naturally couldn't invite the refining masters of the Immortal Sect and the Immortal Family to create magic weapons for them.

Therefore, Zhao Yunlong had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, find a mortal soldier, and cultivate it with the art of the blood sword, so as to improve his fighting ability.

The two searched the entire Zhenghua Street, ran three blacksmith shops, and found nothing.

Either the store can't get the long sword that satisfies him, or he won't accept the customization proposed by Zhao Yunlong.

No amount of money is useless!

These three shops only say that they lack capacity and can't build them.

Until they came to the Bull God Blacksmith Shop.

Feng Ping put down the hammer in his hand, looked at the two old acquaintances in front of him, and was overjoyed.

He hasn't waited in vain these days, and finally two fish came, still big fish!

"Real people, fairies, what do you need?"

As Feng Ping spoke, Li Daniu and Zhang Mazi stopped their movements one after another, and looked at the two people standing at the door in disbelief.

This man and woman can be described as talented women, golden boys and girls, and they will be the focus of everyone wherever they go.

But they never thought that they were monks!

"Do you have a sword?" Zhao Yunlong has a good demeanor and an extraordinary bearing when he speaks.

On the other hand, the seal in front of the iron felt is unkempt and sweaty.

"Nope." Li Daniu subconsciously refused.

The Bull God Blacksmith really doesn't play this thing.

It can't be sold at all.

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Ping glared at him with a gloomy face.

The other party obviously looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he learned to strike iron under him all day long, but this stare made Li Daniu's hair stand on end, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"Not yet." Feng Ping put down the hammer in his hand and walked out of the shop, "But if you two want to buy it, then you have it." ”

Duan Lin was overjoyed.

She accompanied Zhao Yunlong to several stores, and her attitude was exactly the same as the one just now, but she didn't expect that there was finally someone willing to take the order!

"Can it be customized?"

"Of course, you can accept any material and appearance customization." Feng Ping smiled and said to the two, "The two immortals might as well go to the street to inquire, our Niushen blacksmith shop is famous for making iron, and you will definitely be satisfied." ”

Duan Lin glanced at Zhao Yunlong, as if he was asking for the other party's opinion.

"Yes."

Zhao Yunlong didn't want to run anymore, it was difficult to come out, especially when he came out with her, but he didn't want to be in a good mood like this.

"One hundred taels of silver, you are satisfied."

Feng Ping stretched out two fingers and said seriously.

"You!"

Zhao Yunlong just wanted to have a seizure, then glanced at Duan Lin, and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Lin took his arm and walked out, saying as he walked, "Let's go, let's go somewhere else." ”

"The two of you are monks, is a hundred taels of silver too expensive?" Feng Ping wiped the sweat from his forehead and shouted behind them.

Hearing this, Zhao Yunlong really stopped.

Seeing him turn around, Feng Ping was overjoyed, he was worthy of being the second son of the Zhao family, and he wanted to save face, otherwise he wouldn't be able to do the thing of guarding the immortal building and chartering the venue!

"Okay, one hundred taels is one hundred taels, but I must be satisfied!"

"Produced by the cow god, it must be a high-quality product."

Next, Zhao Yunlong explained his needs in detail, while Feng Ping glared at Li Daniu and asked him to write it down word for word.

As for why he remembered it, not himself.

Obviously, Feng Ping can't forge a sword, so he has to rely on him!

"So that's it?"

"Okay."

Seeing that Zhao Yunlong turned around and wanted to leave, Feng Ping stopped him.

"Wait!"

"What else?"

"You have to pay a deposit first, right?"

Zhao Yunlong was stunned, and someone dared to ask him for a deposit! He kept a straight face, obviously unhappy in his heart, "How much?" ”

"Ten taels of silver is enough."

As soon as the words fell, he took out ten taels from the money bag without saying a word and threw it over.

Feng Wen took the money steadily, waved his hand, and said goodbye to the two peers.

Walking out of Zhenghua Street, Duan Lin let go of her hand, she looked at Zhao Yunlong with a solemn face, "What do you want?" ”

"How? Not so much! ”

"Tell the truth!"

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Zhao Yunlong changed his open-minded expression, sneered and said, "One hundred taels? Am I really a fool? Is my money so easy to earn? ”

"Don't kill!"

"Okay."

……

Feng Ping threw the ten taels of silver to Li Daniu, but the latter was uneasy in his heart!

"Shop... Shopkeepers, they... They are monks. It's impossible to give money..."

"Isn't this given?"

Feng Ping pointed to the silver in the other party's hand and said.

"Ahh Li Daniu hurriedly put the silver on the iron felt, "Quick... Come back... I fight the sword, and the money can't be collected! ”

"Why? What is the rationale for this? Feng Ping smiled at the corner of his mouth and wondered.

"He... They're monks! ”

"Really?"

I'm waiting for a monk!