The rivers and lakes are people, a weapon is indispensable, those famous people in the rivers and lakes, the swords in their hands mostly occupy a place on the weapon list, and even some are more famous than the holders. For example, grass and dust, pushing poverty, Gui Ning, etc., hundreds of years after the death of their masters, they were frantically scrambled by people in the rivers and lakes.

Wang Qianshan has been related to the sword since he was a child, and when he was one year old, he had a Zhou ceremony, he did not take the gold and silver, and the second did not touch the scroll, but crawled to the farthest peach wood sword with a smoke, and finally held the wooden sword tightly in his hand, and he couldn't pull it down.

Wang Quanquan and his wife lost their smiles on the spot when they saw this scene, a good son, how did they choose the peachwood sword, isn't it that they want to be Taoist priests in the future, so what can they do with the Wang family's incense?

Seeing this, Pan Ziqian stood up to solve the siege, saying that the peachwood sword may not necessarily mean that he is a monk, and he may also become a generation of heroes, but this sentence is in one sentence.

Wang Qianshan has no talent for reading since he was a child, and he went out to fight with people at two ends in three days, and Wang Quanquan had no choice, so he taught his son martial arts to let him take care of himself.

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As a father, Wang Quanquan can't rely on his son Hu on the surface, but he is worried that one day he will sneak out and be hacked to death on the street, so he hesitates again and again, and finally takes out the frost fragments and prepares to reforge a weapon for him.

At the beginning of the battle with Aconite, Frost and Cold shattered into dozens of pieces, and the royal authority searched for a long time, but still did not collect all of them, and these fragments have been stored in storage bags.

Later, he found a semi-circular piece of metal in the corner of the storage bag, the metal was shaped like white steel, and the whole body was carved with moire, which seemed to have been cut from something.

Men have a natural penchant for tinkering with swords, and the king immediately decides to forge this piece of metal into a new sword.

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He first found a local blacksmith shop, negotiated the price, and kept the frost shards and white steel, but the next day the blacksmith returned the money and things, saying that they could not do the work.

Wang Quanquan was puzzled and changed again, and the result this time was the same as last time - he couldn't do it.

After careful inquiry, he learned that the white steel had a very special texture, and it still did not change color after calcining it in the furnace for a while, and the craftsmen tried to beat it with an iron hammer, but the hammer was about to smoke and there was no change.

At that time, it was the month of La, Wang Quanquan simply brought the white steel back to the capital, there was an iron-making blast furnace in the Ministry of Industry Ordnance Factory, the temperature was so high that the pig iron could be turned into molten iron, Wang Quanquan put the white steel into the furnace and burned it for a morning, but the result was still a cold piece after the furnace was opened.

While thinking about countermeasures, Wang Quanquan injected spiritual power, while the metal in his hand emitted a soft light, the temperature seemed to increase a little, Wang Quanquan raised his eyebrows, as if he had found a way, and increased the injection of spiritual power again, this time the temperature of the white steel was obviously much higher than just now.

For a whole afternoon, there was a clanging sound in the ordnance factory, and then the sound became louder and louder, and the whole factory shook the ground, until in the evening, when the shaking stopped abruptly, and Wang Quanquan walked out of the ordnance factory, looking a little tired, but with an extra long sword in his hand.

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Back to the present, the young man Wang Qianshan struck a successful blow, and the sword stabbed directly into the neck of the horse through the copper hammer, and the blood splashed everywhere, and the young man drew his sword and slashed again, targeting another bandit next to him.

At this time, if you look closely, you will find that the sword body of the long sword under the bright moonlight seems to have countless auspicious cloud patterns stacked together, and it will make people dazzled at a glance.

However, no one cared about these details at the moment of life and death, and Hibiki, who was regarded as the target by the young man, hurriedly raised his knife to block it, because of the tragic death of his companion before, so he did not pin all his hopes on the thick machete with the back of the knife, and the knife momentum only passed by, and the blow was dissolved with skill.

Even so, the blade of the machete was cut off, and Hibiki was surprised, and took a few steps back and shouted:

"Boss, this kid's saber is as sharp as clay, and it's not a famous treasure on the weapon spectrum."

Wangfeng was overjoyed when he heard this, it seems that he really guessed correctly, this down-and-out boy dressed up as a flower child may really be a famous teacher.

As a local snake on the Gobi Desert, Xiangma is naturally not afraid of foreign strong dragons, even if you are one of the best factions in the rivers and lakes, you have to lie down honestly when you come to this barren land.

There was a woman who claimed to be the crystal palace of Biyun Mountain before, with a cold attitude on the willow waist and jade face, and killed several groups of ill-intentioned horses with a secret "Water Pillar Gong", but she accidentally fell into the scheme, and was stripped naked and pulled on the back of the horse and humiliated wantonly, without closing her eyes until she died.

Afterwards, the Crystal Palace sent disciples to seek revenge, it is said that he is a master on the martial arts list of the rivers and lakes, and he will kill the horses when he sees them, and he will be slaughtered when he encounters grass and Kou, and in the end, he was not divided into five horses by the five ghosts of the rotten cave mountain.

In this land, no one in the rivers and lakes dares to say that they can run rampant, but there is a way that one thing descends to one thing, and the horse, which has always been lawless in front of outsiders, can only be a man with his tail between his legs in the desert, all because the general Wuying who controls the northwest route has always been good at taking them strongly.

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For the lonely teenager, Wangfeng has undoubtedly regarded him as a dead man. No matter how sharp the weapons in their hands are, after all, two fists are invincible to four hands, and they are still one of the best players in the Salt Gang, even more like a wolf playing sheep, alternating to consume the other party alive.

Wang Qianshan was completely passive after killing a person by surprise for the first time, and he was overwhelmed by the weapons that came from all directions, if it weren't for the sharp weapons in his hands, he would have been beheaded under his horse.

The horse under the young man did not feel much better, every time the force of the sword and axe fell to transfer to it, although it had just eaten and drunk, but the hundreds of pounds smashed down still made the malt's limbs tremble, and in the end, the horse finally could not support it, and fell to the ground with a pop.

Fortunately, Wang Qianshan reacted in time, turned over and dodged the attack, and his body also rushed out, about to break through the surrounding encirclement.

All the horses sell illicit salt together on weekdays, kill the weak when they see them, and flee when they see the strong, and they have long developed a tacit understanding that they don't need to speak.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wang Qianshan hurriedly turned around on the spot, and the long sword rotated around his body, and suddenly made a "ping-pong" weapon collision sound.

Finally dodged the fatal attack, the young man had a layer of cold sweat all over his body, but before he could catch his breath, an iron rod cracked his head and covered his face, and the young man was powerless to parry, so he had to roll on the spot, and before he could get up, several weapons stabbed again.

Wang Qianshan heard the sound of breaking the air around him, and he already knew his ending, and couldn't help but sigh secretly, "My life is over."

At this moment, there were suddenly a few subtle sounds of "whoosh" in the wind, and the bandit who was sitting on the horse a moment ago flew out upside down at once, and the young man looked up and vaguely saw that the other party was piercing a feather arrow in his chest.

Three sounds are three arrows, three arrows are three lives, and the total number of ringing horses who came to pursue here was only five or six, and half of them died at once.