"Good weapon!"

Seeing five different weapons, Jiang Le couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

The obese old man was a little complacent, looked at Jiang Le with a smile and asked, "Daoist Chief, where are the weapons of our family?"

Jiang Le smiled, walked to the Nine Rings Broadsword, and reached out to pick it up.

The nine-ring broadsword is very heavy, at least thirty catties, the blade shakes, the nine steel rings rattle, and the sound that comes out seems to have some kind of magic, confusing people's minds.

"The material of this knife is extraordinary, and the maker is clearly from a famous family. The body of the knife is full of life, there are resentments, but it is full of righteousness, pure yang, I am sure, this knife must be a knife to kill criminals. Jiang Le said affirmatively.

"Good eyesight, good judgment. An old man was overjoyed, and immediately explained: "My ancestors have been executioners of the Qing Dynasty for several generations, full-time to kill people who violate the law and discipline, and are heinous people, this knife family tradition, the soul of the knife has already exceeded a thousand, the ancestors called it a thousand people to behead, as long as the person who asked to behead is notified, if the person who is beheaded is evil, this knife can be used, if the person who asks the beheader is wronged, the knife weighs more than 10,000 catties, and cannot be used, so the knife has never been wrongfully killed a good person." ”

Jiang Le exclaimed: "Sure enough, this knife has been psychic, the demons are easy to dispel, and it is not a problem to kill demons and eliminate demons, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a divine knife." ”

Jiang Le's admiration made the old man who explained more and more proud.

The old man to whom the silver spear belonged couldn't help but say, "Xiaodao chief, my silver spear, is there a saying?"

Jiang Le picked up the three-section silver spear and touched it, and said with a smile: "This gun is also extraordinary, the head of the spear is made of cold iron, and it seems to have been specially quenched. Adding something cold to keep the head of the gun cold and cold, anyone who is stabbed by the head of the gun will inevitably be cold. Seven days he will die. ”

The old man stroked his beard and said proudly: "Xiaodao is powerful, my family's gun is made by strangers, called the Ice Spirit Spear, the cold in the head of the gun can not only kill, but also save people, it is extremely mysterious." ”

Jiang Le naturally admired, and his exclamation was beyond words.

"Hahaha. And my axe, the Taoist, you can tell me too. The fat old man also spoke. There was longing in his eyes, hoping that Jiang Le would praise his axe better.

Jiang Le smiled dumbly, this group of old generals also has such a childlike heart.

But look at the axe. Jiang Le shook his head.

The obese old man immediately glared and said, "I said that the little path is long." What do you mean by shaking your head? Look down on my Cheng family's axe. ”

Jiang Le was stunned for a moment, looked at the fat old man in surprise and said, "It's an axe and a surname Cheng, uncle, shouldn't you be the descendant of Cheng Biting Jin?"

"Hahaha, what the Taoist chief said is right, this old boy is a self-proclaimed descendant of the Cheng family, and he has been talking about it for decades. Bai Yaowu laughed, and the other old men couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at, I am a descendant of the Cheng family. This Xuanhua axe is the treasure of my Cheng family's inheritance, and I will also be invincible with a three-plate axe. Is there anything wrong?" the fat old man blew his beard and glared.

"Yes, yes, your invincible suicide three-plank axe, we have to avoid the edge when we encounter it. Bai Yaowu smiled even more happily.

"It's an invincible three-plate axe, not an invincible suicide three-plate axe. "The obese old man is angry.

Jiang Le said: "Don't be angry, uncle, to be honest, this axe has not been inherited for so long, at most two hundred years, and this axe is not a Xuanhua axe, but an ordinary axe for chopping wood." ”

These words made the fat old man's face stiffen.

"But this axe is not extraordinary. Jiang Le's face turned pale and said seriously.

The obese old man's eyes immediately lit up, and he happily asked, "Where is the extraordinary?"

Jiang Le looked at the axe and said, "There is an obsession on this axe, which is incomparably pure and inviolable. ”

"Obsession, why isn't it righteous or murderous, what is obsession?" the obese old man was a little dissatisfied.

Jiang Le said with a smile: "Don't underestimate the obsession, the human spirit is unlimited, this obsession is a kind of spirit, all obsessive, can shake the world, shock people's hearts, the ancients said, the rise and fall of the country, the husband is responsible." There is such an obsession on this axe, for the country and the family, at the expense of death. ”

As soon as these words came out, the laughter of the people present suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by solemn eyes.

The dissatisfaction on the face of the fat old man disappeared, and he was silent for a long time before he sighed: "It's me who is obsessed, and I have always wanted to find a good background for my ancestors, but I didn't expect it to be me putting the cart before the horse, my ancestor was originally a woodcutter in the mountains, and I heard that the outside world has been full of bandits, foreign enemies have invaded, and the people are miserable, and they are angry and destroy their homes and leave the mountains, and join the ranks of resisting foreign enemies. ”

"Lao Cheng, don't think too much, today Xiaoyou pointed out the obsession of the ancestor of the Cheng family, we feel that this is much more glorious and great than the descendants of Cheng Biting Jin. Bai Yaowu said seriously.

The obese old man suddenly smiled: "Just waiting for you to say, hahaha, I feel full of strength now, I must have been infected by the obsession of the ancestor, and it will not be a problem to live for a few more decades." ”

The old man was speechless, and then directly ignored the obese old man.

At this time, the thin old man smiled and said: "Needless to say, my old shotgun, when my ancestor resisted the enemy, an old hunter gave the gun to my ancestor, hoping to kill more enemies, my ancestor did not live up to this expectation, no less than 20 Japanese high-ranking officials died under the gun, and my Wang family passed it on." ”

Jiang Le glanced at the old shotgun and said with a smile: "You can't say that, this gun carries the wishes of several people, and has killed countless enemies. ”

"Everyone has said it, now it's my turn to kill the knife, Xiaodao Chief, you must not know the origin of my pig-killing knife. The shortest of the elders, but the sturdy old man asked, smiling.

Everyone couldn't help but laugh and said: "What else can you have as a pig-killing knife?" Don't tell me that your knife is a pig-killing knife made of domestic Ling Lingqi. ”

The corners of Jiang Le's mouth twitched, I'll go, are these old generals still fans of Zhou Xingxing?

"Hmph, what is his knife, it's just made of extraterrestrial iron, it's just a trick, my knife is ordinary tight, Xiaodao Chang might as well take a look. The stout old man said disdainfully.

"Oh?" everyone looked at Jiang Le.

Jiang Le was helpless, he commented on them, and naturally he couldn't miss a single one.

Walking in front of the pig-killing knife, Jiang Le reached out and picked it up. As soon as he made contact, his face suddenly showed surprise.

The pig-killing knife is not too big, it is half as long as an ordinary kitchen knife, and it is described as a sharp type, with a blade that is half black and half bright.

However, this pig-killing knife is actually very heavy, heavier than the nine-ring broadsword, and it looks at least fifty catties.

What kind of material is it made of?

Jiang Le stroked the blade of the knife, inspected it for a moment, and said in shock: "This is made of ordinary iron, but what about this knife?"

"What about the little path, where does this knife come from?" the short and stout old man looked at Jiang Le proudly.

Jiang Le closed his eyes and flashed, and a spiritual sense covered the blade.

The next moment something amazing happened.

As soon as his spiritual sense touched the blade, he was immediately absorbed by the pig-killing knife and disappeared without a trace.

Losing a spiritual sense, Jiang Le couldn't help but feel his head sullen, his body swinged, and then he exclaimed, "This is a magic knife." (To be continued......)

PS: I'm going to go out in the afternoon, and there are two more chapters to update in the evening. In addition, I ran again, and begged my brothers to recommend tickets for monthly ticket support.