Zong Xian just hugged his fists and accepted his request to "make a friend", and before he had time to sigh and ponder, Yan Qihao spoke to the guy again.

"Go, bring all the good stuff from the store!"

"Are there any fire thunderbolts, poisonous thorn needles, red chain blow arrows, poisonous water cylinders, etc.?"

Yan Gongzi seemed to feel that the mere twenty-six taels of silver was not worthy of his arrogance, so he had to give Zong Xian some more good things.

As soon as these words came out, I saw that the guy was embarrassed.

"Yan Shao, these are all rare goods!"

"We have all the ordinary swords and soldiers in the Hundred Soldiers Building, but this..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Qihao glared at him.

"You little, you don't know much!"

"Go and find the shopkeeper Zhou, Yan and tell him to go!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"You guys rest for a while, and the villain will go and ask the shopkeeper to come upstairs!"

The young man hurriedly nodded and bowed, and hurriedly went downstairs.

After he walked for a while, Yan Qihao smiled at Jin Zhuyue as if flattering, and then greeted Zong Xian's kind chin.

"Brother Yan actually doesn't have to..."

Zong was interrupted before he could finish his words.

I saw Yan Qihao pretending to be serious and straightening his face.

"Brother Zong's words are too outward!"

"I'm strict with someone when you're a friend, if it weren't for the sect brother not using the sword, even if he gave away a fine pattern cold cloud long sword, he wouldn't blink an eye!"

"Besides, gold and silver are things outside the body, you don't bring them in life, you don't bring them in death, if you can bring some convenience to the sect brother, it will be worth it for someone!"

These words were extremely bold, and even Zong Xian couldn't tell whether this kid was a great injustice who was kind and charitable, or whether he deliberately made a scene in front of Jin Zhuyue.

Judging from Jin Zhuyue's accustomed expression, it was not the first time Yan Qihao had done this.

However, Yan Qihao's style of speaking, doing things, and talking is indeed different from Mo He.

Even when he reprimanded the young man just now, he didn't show too much grumpy.

It seems that the sons and buddies in the inner city are not all squires and straw bales.

Of course, even the most humble son-in-law has a rich and capricious flavor in his gestures.

Seeing Zong Xian's embarrassed and polite expression, Jin Zhuyue squeezed her eyebrows at him.

The embarrassment didn't last long, and the shopkeeper of the Hundred Soldiers Building quickly rushed to the fourth floor in person and saluted the three of them separately.

"Young Master Yan!"

"Your two cold cloud iron swords have been cast, just waiting for you to personally go to the backyard to sacrifice wine and get the sword!"

Shopkeeper Zhou, who was smiling all over his face, bowed to Yan Qihao again.

"Got it, have you got the best secret weapon?"

He waved his hand to show that he knew, and he was still concerned about the secret weapon.

The shopkeeper of Zhou had already prepared, and unhurriedly took out a palm-sized brocade box from his arms.

"What you just told the young man are all good goods, and the small store really doesn't have much preparation, and it only takes a few months to get it from the state capital."

"A few days ago, there were three fire thunderbolts, a box of poisonous thorn needles, and a thunderbolt lotus flower, but now there are only poisonous thorn needles left."

"You are a distinguished guest, this box of poisonous thorn needles is worth three hundred taels of silver!"

"As for the Fire Thunder Son and the Thunderbolt Lotus Peng, they were both bought by another master in the inner city a few days ago."

Shopkeeper Zhou pointed to the brocade box in his hand and said cautiously.

Yan Qihao directly reached out and took the brocade box, and flicked open the lid with his fingers.

Inside the brocade box was a small piece of black jerky the size of a palm, with six spiny needles with small heads and tails stuck in them.

After confirming that it was correct, Yan Qihao immediately covered the brocade box and solemnly handed it over to Zong Xian's hands, and then said to Shopkeeper Zhou.

"I'm going to get this box of poisonous thorn needles!"

"It's all on the books, and I'll settle it with the sword-forging money in a while."

Shopkeeper Zhou rubbed his hands, responded continuously, and then told Zong Xian.

"This young master, remember to be careful when using the poison thorn needle!"

"Every time you take it, you can only pinch the back half of the big head, and you must not touch the thin needle body in front of you!"

"This needle feeds the poison on the black water toad's body, even if it just touches the skin, it can instantly enter the bones, unless the martial artist below the external strength period carries the antidote medicine, otherwise it will be impossible to escape the end of either death or cripplement with this needle!"

"The piece of jerky on the bottom is black water toad meat, and the poisonous thorn needle will not lose its toxicity if it is inserted into it."

Listening to Shopkeeper Zhou's admonition, Zong Xian nodded quite seriously.

"This substance is so toxic, I have to be very careful."

"If someone uses this thing against me, won't they be able to resist?"

Zong Xian stared at the brocade box in his hand, and thought of some bad possibilities in his heart.

It seems that tomorrow I have to ask Master Qi for advice on how to counter the hidden weapon!

At this time, a little servant wearing the word "Yan" suddenly came up downstairs and hurriedly came to Yan Qihao's side and whispered something in his ear.

Suddenly, I saw Yan Gongzi's expression change, and he hurriedly surrendered to Zong Xian and Jin Zhuyue.

"I have something urgent to go, so I can't invite the two of you to watch the sword today."

"Two months later, a certain club will hold a sword appreciation party in Yan Mansion, please come at that time!"

After saying that, he followed the servant and left in a hurry.

After Yan Gongzi left, Jin Zhuyue suddenly laughed, and Zong Xian was a little confused.

While Shopkeeper Zhou was still there, he asked about how to counter the hidden weapon, but he didn't expect that there would be a result!

Among the hidden weapons of the rope throwing class, there is a thing called the Fortune Pocket!

It's a spoon-shaped pocket with multiple layers of thin steel wire, which you can swing at and use to pick up the enemy's hidden weapon, and then throw it back or collect it.

In addition, it can also throw gravel, darts, and knives, which is more powerful than throwing it by hand.

Zong Xian immediately spent thirty taels of silver to buy it!

All the things were already in hand, Yan Qihao left abruptly, and he didn't want to stay here for a long time, so he and Jin Zhuyue left the Hundred Soldiers Tower.

On the way back for the two, Zong Xian couldn't help but ask Jin Zhuyue about Yan Qihao.

"Then Yan Gongzi has always been such a person?"

This question made Jin Zhuyue want to laugh.

But after thinking about it for a moment, her expression became complicated again.

"You don't think the nickname 'Yan Gaopeng' is a compliment, do you?"

"Actually, these sons in the inner city deliberately entertained him like this in order to make fun of him for liking to 'make friends'."

"Yan Gongzi is very good at making friends, and he has spent a lot of money over the years."

"For this reason, Master Yan taught him a lot, but he still insisted on seeing it, thinking that as long as he made enough friends, if he fell into trouble in the future, he would definitely have friends to help him."

"Whether he is stupid or has other plans, he has indeed made friends with a lot of people in recent years."

"And he is quite good at martial arts, but his qualifications are very average, and his martial arts potential is limited."

After listening to Jin Zhuyue's evaluation, Zong Xian had a vague impression of this strange Yan Gongzi in his heart.

is also a child of a wealthy family, some are arrogant and profligate, and some are eager to be righteous and make friends, which seems to be quite disobedient in troubled times.

It can only be said that life is different.

After being silent for a while, Zong Xian thought of another question.

"Then Yan Gongzi and you..."

Before the words fell, Jin Zhuyue interrupted him.

"My relationship with him is no different from yours."

"Yan Gongzi got married at the age of sixteen, and now he has three concubines, and five children have been born, and he left in a hurry, and it is the tigress in the family who is attacking."

"I, Jin Zhuyue, will never be someone else's concubine!"

"One day, I will wait for the person I want in my heart..."

As she spoke, she counted the dots in her footsteps, no longer taking advantage of Li Zong's leisure, and left him behind in a few steps.