Outside the doorman's iron shop.

Xiang Fanchen's figure came quietly, but the thoughts of the father and daughter of the family and Dazhu were all caught by Xuan Tie, and they didn't find Xiang Fanchen who was secretly poking and poking on the side.

Beyond the ruins.

The door master held the dark iron in both hands and looked at it carefully, wanting to see what was different about this iron, and why the ancestors of the door family would talk about such a ridiculous thing as cursing.

Evil iron from hell?

At the same time, I was secretly figuring out what to do with this piece of dark iron. Although the curse is a bit ridiculous, in the spirit of believing it rather than believing it, he decided to be cautious.

"Da Zhu, you said that we used this dark iron to create an artifact that shocked the martial arts, can my sect's iron shop regain its former glory?" said to Da Zhu.

Menjia.

In the last two hundred years, in the martial arts, he is also a famous swordsmith and has a great reputation, but in the martial arts, he never knows which one will come first, tomorrow or disaster.

Transformation is always the theme of martial arts, with the turmoil of martial arts, the change of power, the family has slowly declined, and even the core forging method has been lost.

Without the core forging method, the door has declined even faster, and now there are only two or three kittens in the door iron shop, and it is a little difficult to even feed yourself.

Compared with Men Jianqiu's optimism, Dazhu is much calmer, and his mouth is poisonous:

"With Master's current technology, let alone building an artifact, it is not certain whether he can melt this piece of dark iron, which is notoriously difficult to serve!"

"If you want to build an artifact, it's hard!"

“......”

"What did you say?"

The father and goddess of the door family synchronized and looked up at the big pillar together.

Men Jianqiu looked at Dazhu speechlessly, although this is the case, how can you say it like this.

Holding the dark iron in both hands, the door master who bowed his head and pondered also raised his head and glared at the big pillar.

"Stinky boy, what do you mean, can't see me clearly?"

"Well, I accidentally said what was in my heart!" Dazhu purred again.

“......”

Feeling the gaze of the door master who was about to kill, Dazhu quickly skimmed his gaze:

"What's that, I'll clean up!"

Then he ran to the ruins of the fryer and worked blindly.

"Ahem!"

Behind the three.

Looking at the three people who still hadn't found themselves yet, Xiang Fanchen had to remind them.

Smell.

The father and daughter of the door family suddenly looked back, and even the big pillar that was cleaning up the ruins on the side stopped moving and turned their heads to look.

Seeing that Xiang Fanchen was dressed luxuriously, the door master immediately carefully put down the dark iron in his hand, greeted him, and asked Xiang Fanchen:

"Is Childe here to see weapons?"

Looking at the little old man, Xiang Fanchen spoke:

"Yes, I'm here to find a weapon to get my hands on. ”

Hearing Xiang Fanchen's words, the door master suddenly became overjoyed, and a somewhat obscene face became vivid, and it was finally ready to open.

"Childe, please come in. What weapons do you need, I have all the weapons in my Men's Iron Shop, knives, guns, clubs, axes, hooks and forks, there must be something you like. ”

While leading Xiang Fanchen inside, the door master was complacent, and muttered in a low voice:

"My family is really casting everyone, and after so many years, there is still a reputation in the rivers and lakes, and some people come here. ”

Hearing the muttering of the door master, Xiang Fanchen rolled his eyes, what level of iron do you have in your heart?

However, the sentence that I came here is not false, after all, there are really not many people who can pull down the level of weapon casting in the entire rivers and lakes with their own strength.

Even the perennial isolated Shuiyue Cave knows that the sword of the sect family cannot kill people, and this honor is definitely a scorpion~ the only one.

With anticipation in his heart, Xiang Fanchen walked around the other party's blacksmith shop with the big door.

While walking, while looking, the entire blacksmith shop walked down, and Xiang Fanchen shook his head, the name of the worst blacksmith shop is estimated to be gone.

The sword of benevolence created by the other party is basically a sword of benevolence, with extremely low lethality, and some can't even make a strong façade.

After reading these weapons, Xiang Fanchen considered whether to ask Zhao Yun to send them a pennant of the House of Benevolence to come over, otherwise they would be sorry for these weapons.

Shaking his head and shaking off this thought, Xiang Fanchen said to the door master who accompanied him:

"Although Master Gate's weapons are good, there is still a gap between them and my requirements. ”

As he spoke, Xiang Fanchen also raised his right hand, leaving a small gap between his fingers, and compared it vividly.

Seeing this, the door master stretched out his hand and pressed the gap between Xiang Fanchen's fingers, and said:

"It's a line, hehe, this line. ”

Looking at the fingers that were about to be pasted together, Xiang Fanchen looked at the sky speechlessly, he didn't expect this cute obscene little old man to love face so much.

"Does Master Door have a better weapon? ”

Xiang Fanchen withdrew his right hand, took out a small stack of gold leaves from his arms and shook it in front of the door.

The moment the golden leaf appeared, the door master's eyes were straight, all his attention was hooked, and his eyes kept rolling with Xiang Fanchen's hand.

"Well... Although he really wanted to get the gold in Xiang Fanchen's hand, he still had some points in his heart about what the foundation of his own iron shop was.

How can you put gold in your pocket without a weapon that you can handle?

Hey?

Didn't you just unearth a piece of dark iron? This is really a gift from heaven!

As long as you can create a peerless weapon, the opponent's gold will naturally be in your hands.

But who's going to build it? It's a serious question.

It's definitely not good to be old by yourself, and it's not suitable for Jian Qiu to be a woman, Dazhu is a fool and doesn't think about it.

So? Or not?

The door master looked up at Xiang Fanchen:

"Childe, I really don't have a better weapon here, but I just found a good thing!"

"If Childe wants to find a weapon at hand, he must not miss it. ”

Men Daqi felt that he was really witty today, and he would definitely be able to gain fame and fortune.

Looking at the big door weapon that he boasted in front of him, Xiang Fanchen smiled slightly, the other party's mind is very simple, greedy for money and fame, and timid and afraid of things, afraid of curses, as long as he guides himself a little, it is only a matter of raising his hands to get Xuantie.

"Oh, what is it that makes Master Door so confident?"

Xiang Fanchen is also happy to accompany each other to act.

The door master glanced at the gold leaf in Xiang Fanchen's hand and said:

"This thing is a treasure handed down by my ancestors, and it is usually not easy to show it, but the little old man is very willing to find an owner like Gongzi. ”

After speaking, the door master shouted outside:

"Jianqiu, Dazhu, hurry up and bring in the baby Xuantie. ”

took advantage of the gap between the two of them coming in, and then looked at Xiang Fanchen again:

"Childe, I take the liberty of asking, do you have any beloved?"

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