Chapter 8 Man-made lightning strikes wood
Zhou An looked at the old man playfully and said, after arriving at this house, Zhou An already knew how the old man had come up with so many lightning strike wood.
Obviously, the old man didn't know this yet, and looked at Zhou An with a puzzled expression, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about.
Zhou An didn't rush to demolish him, but chatted with him, he had to find out what kind of person this old man was. qs
Just looking at his behavior of selling lightning strike wood, it is estimated that he is not a first-class gentleman.
"Uncle, what do you say if the lightning strike wood you sold is useless?"
Zhou An asked with a smile.
The old man also grinned with big yellow teeth, and waved his hand again and again, indicating that he didn't know what Zhou An was talking about.
"Young man, what are you three trying to do here, I really don't have any lightning strikes!"
"Besides, this little girl can ask Mr. Liu to come up, where is the lightning strike wood used!"
At this time, Mr. Liu had not yet gotten down from Zhang Chuxue, and he was also interested when he heard the three words of lightning strike.
If he had this chance, he would have wanted to get a piece of lightning strike wood.
"Miss Chuxue, what's the matter with this lightning strike, the old guy has it in his hand?"
In Zhang Chuxue's heart, Mr. Liu's slightly respectful voice suddenly sounded.
But when Zhang Chuxue told Mr. Liu what happened in the night market, Mr. Liu immediately concluded that this was impossible.
Although the territory of Great Xia is vast, even if you look at the world, it is impossible for two lightning strikes to occur in the same place.
Originally, the formation of lightning strike wood was to ward off disasters, and if even the power of heaven could not extinguish the disaster, then the lightning strike wood would not work.
This is common knowledge in this circle, when there is a lightning strike wood in one place, at least within a radius of 100 miles, there will never be a second lightning strike wood.
"This old man must be fooling people, Miss Chuxue, have you been fooled?"
"If so, I can help you breathe."
Zhang Chuxue hurriedly stopped Mr. Liu, Zhou An must have seen something, but don't disrupt what he wants to do.
On the other side, the old man was still chatting with Zhou An, and there was a light bulb in the room that was not too bright, not the kind of incandescent lamp.
The flickering lamp was turned off, and when he looked closely, the old man's forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, obviously Zhou An had poked his careful thoughts.
"Uncle, the lightning strike wood that can dissipate the thunder energy is not a real lightning strike wood, if it is when those capable people punish evil and promote good, because the magic weapon suddenly fails......
"Tut-tut, this consequence, this iniquity, is to be inflicted on you."
The old man's palms trembled, and his lips were a little pale, but his mouth was still very hard, that is, he didn't know what Zhou An was talking about.
Hearing this, Zhou An didn't hesitate, stood up directly from the chair, grabbed the old man's wrist, and walked to the back of the house with him.
Because it was night, it was dark and dark in the back, and he couldn't see what it was, but Zhou An guessed it clearly.
"Uncle, you're watching."
"Daojutsu: Guiding Thunder!"
In the dark sky, suddenly a thunderbolt fell and slashed behind the house.
With the light brought by the falling thunder, Zhang Chuxue and Sun Xiang also saw what was behind the house.
Tree!
Dense trees!
There are all kinds of varieties, peach trees, poplars, green gang trees, just take the varieties should have everything.
Now, the old man laughed embarrassedly, his little trick was debunked by Zhou An, and naturally he couldn't pretend to be able to do it.
Looking at the embarrassed look on the faces of the two of them, Zhang Chuxue and Sun Xiang were stupid.
What does this mean, isn't it just a thunderbolt that splits a tree, as for laughing so dirty?
The two of them didn't know that the lightning strike wood sold by the old man was formed in this way.
Authentic trees, authentic lightning strikes, the only difference is the addition of a human factor in it.
It is precisely because of this human factor that the thunderbolt wood sold by the old man will dissipate after a while and become a piece of waste wood.
Those who bought the lightning strike wood, if there is an emergency, and the artificial lightning strike wood just helps, then it is not a loss, but if you plan to make some magic weapons for a lifetime, it is really a loss.
"Old thing, you're not afraid of being damned if you do this?"
If he follows the old man's approach, his lightning strike wood will soon be able to catch up with the wholesale.
I saw the old man smile, and ran into the woods to take out a piece of lightning peach wood for Zhou Anye.
"I'm just doing business for the past few days."
"As soon as the tournament in the Alliance Center is over, they will naturally be able to detect that the thunder is gone."