Ember Su Yuniang looked up and down at the sword fairy, the group of old blacksmiths, and the group of refugees who tricked them into coming to the inn.

I sighed in my heart, and I was busy.

The sword fairy pulled Su Yuniang and said to her secretly:

"Brother Axe and these villagers, they have good character, but they don't have any skills, and the head of Brother Axe is a combat stream, and he can live directly under the mountain."

Su Yuniang knows.

The sword fairy is trying to save the other party.

After all, if you go up the mountain and come to the inn, you have to die except for life occupations!

After all, no matter how good your character is, the blacksmith is now afraid that after you go offline, you will suddenly go crazy and attack everyone.

This kind of monk who can fight is an unstable factor.

Absolutely not.

There are currently only non-combat weak chicken life cards on the mountain.

Su Yuniang gave the other party a face: "I asked him to stay here with this group of villagers, and the rest of the few to take up the mountain guest house, no problem."

"No problem."

The sword fairy nodded, and the rest were not good people.

Going up the mountain is also to eliminate harm for the people, after all, the trick of wandering is a hidden danger.

Su Yuniang lowered her voice: "Although the people who go up the mountain will also be drawn, we won't kill them very early, let them live first, and when this exchange incident is over, we will kill them."

This is their mercy.

In front of the guests, the card is drawn, after all, the impact is not good!

Su Yuniang ran to communicate with Brother Axe, asked them to stay at the bottom of the mountain, and then continued to lead a group of people up the mountain.

Several old blacksmiths led by Zhang Jinsheng watched this scene silently, a little unclear.

"Please get on the car."

Su Yuniang smiled: "In winter, the mountain road is difficult."

It was then that the crowd noticed a high rope pulled from the top of the hill to the bottom of the hill, on which a carriage was suspended.

In the sun, the carriage carries the ultimate fantasy of the magnificence of those weapons.

Several of the wandering villagers already looked surprised, they had never seen such a creature before.

As a matter of fact.

The blacksmiths experimented with a lot of miscellaneous roots, and finally picked out the dog's tail grass and the drawing card.

The other eliminated spiritual root magic weapons were made into all kinds of interesting and creative little toys by them.

Chicken ribs, not easy to sell.

But some of them are quite fun.

Especially the blacksmiths with their brains, tinkering with these things when they have nothing to do.

They're here to play games, and it's all over for fun.

One of the villagers got into the bus and shouted softly, "It's so comfortable, is this what I can sit on, isn't this the kind of magic weapon that a monk rides on high and high, and I can also experience the moment of flying into the sky."

"This is the sect of the immortals." Another villager said happily.

A few blacksmith old men and women next to him also got into the carriage and sat down, smiling, thinking it was quite interesting.

I boarded the tour bus and started driving quickly.

At this time, it was early morning, the sun was shining, and the sea of trees below was blown by the wind and waves, and I saw a great river and mountain.

The car is accelerating like crazy.

The speed of the wind caused the group of refugees to let out a frantic scream, and the wind poured into the ears and noses, forming a strange stimulus.

"It's too high, it's too fast."

"I see, is this what it feels like for immortals to fly?"

"Is this the mountain?"

The villagers gradually became cheerful.

Sure enough, it is true that there are adventures on the mountain.

It was an amazing journey they hadn't experienced in their lifetime.

Is this a search for immortals? Maybe we'll be able to cultivate? Living with immortals?

In all kinds of books, the stories of the storytellers in the restaurant broke into the minds of the villagers.

Several old ladies and old men also blew the wind, looked at each other a few times, and saw each other's interested looks.

It seems that this kind of mountain hospitality is interesting.

The two steam cylinders at the back of the carriage are some kind of magic vessels that can spur.

They thought about a lot of spells enchanted by various wind-based demon beasts, and they didn't think it was quite like it.

Is it another new weapon in addition to the Draw Card, the Weapon of Mania?

Another brand new monster material?

These old men and women, who were almost in the ground, suddenly felt that they had become younger, and their hearts began to be filled with curiosity with the howling wind and the screams of the villagers.

Soon, as the car climbed, I met the dazzling collector, Erya.

The two of them were timid, a little nervous, and looked up at the group.

Nervous for a while, Dazzle continued to hold the chainsaw and continued to sawing the wood.

Zhang Jinsheng poked his head out of the window, looked at the dazzled trees on the mountainside, and showed surprise:

"Turn the serration, that's a toothed sword?"

"No, the toothed sword magic weapon is a medium-grade magic weapon, and the opponent's weapon is obviously not powerful enough, so it can only cut ordinary trees."

"So, it's another type of low-level magic weapon that we haven't seen before?"

"I don't know what kind of low-level demon beast talent it is."

The other party seems to be full of mystery, different inheritance, and heritage.

Even the style and style of forging weapons are like works of art, in pursuit of beauty.

Before I even made it up the mountain, I saw two new types of weapons in addition to the Draw Card and the Frenzy Weapon.

I really don't know what other wonderful things are waiting for them on the mountain.

Although the level of these two toy magic weapons is obviously not high, and the applicability is very low, the other party was originally just a low-level small toy.

What makes them even more concerned is that they can't see the origin of the opponent's weapons at all.

After all, they would not have thought about the true face of these weapons at all.

Someone just for a tree cutting axe, a chicken rib car, will harm the cold window for ten years of hard study, successfully opened three flowers, carp jumped over the dragon gate of the reader two lives!

The sword fairy looked at the curiosity of these old men and ladies, and suddenly remembered a complaint from the little blacksmiths in the villa before:

"For every weapon forged, a scholar is killed for money, and there is no buying and selling and no killing, do you care about that? No, you don't care about anything, you just care about how good this weapon looks!"

Continue climbing the mountain.

Along the way, a mountain villa gradually came into view.

As he got closer and closer to his destination, the anticipation in Zhang Jinsheng's heart couldn't help but become more and more vigorous, is this mountain villa really forging a certain divine weapon?

If that's the case, to be able to participate in the forging and witness the birth of a peerless weapon, then he will be satisfied.

If it succeeds, then this Sword Casting Villa will also become famous in one fell swoop and resound throughout Xinyizhou, right?

He sighed softly and continued to sprint forward, the silhouette of the lodge growing larger.

The unique style of high-rise buildings, one by one, comes into view, with an exotic beauty that is different from the local style.

Soon, the tour stopped.

After getting out of the car, several villagers were in shock, and there was a strong thrill of getting off the roller coaster, and they were dizzy.

They didn't even notice that their heads were blown off, and silently helped them back.

Several well-informed old men and women didn't care about the appearance of these strange villagers, and treated them calmly and treated them as ordinary villagers.

"Let's keep walking." Su Yuniang smiled.

They walked in groups for the last leg of the walk.

At the entrance of the villa, there is a quaint gate that exudes glazed colors, and a row of big characters written on it are dragons flying and phoenixes dancing.

Several old men and women raised their heads and looked at the words on both sides of the villa: "This is!?"

[The candle extinguishes the embers, and the burning soul is still there]

[Forge the furnace, swords, guns, swords, and halberds continue to open the past]

The majestic vision is drenched in the pen and ink

It shook everyone's hearts vividly.

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