Chapter seven hundred and twentieth eight wind Jiao bow
"Then what do you mean?" Zhao Li looked at the 'medicine' in Qin Yun's hand greedily, and finally moved his eyes away, asking in confusion.
Qin Yun glanced at a few female ghosts. After Zhao Li tactfully sent away the coquettish female ghosts, he came to Qin Yun and said, "You can tell me this now."
Xia Dongqing and Wang Xiaoya, who were enjoying themselves, hurriedly came over with a look of gossip on their faces.
Qin Yun then gritted his teeth, used all his energy and blood, forced out the word "tea" between his eyebrows, and said viciously: "Do you understand now?"
As soon as Zhao Li saw the word "tea", he immediately understood everything. He changed his expression, looked at Qin Yun with pity, and said carefully: "Have you met her? You... have you become her... a... accomplice?"
"Nonsense!" Qin Yun said angrily.
Zhao Li stopped talking, but his face was filled with regret. Qin Yun even seemed to see a trace of gloating deep in his eyes.
Qin Yun sneered, took the medicine in his hand and played with it, and glanced at Zhao Li from time to time. Sure enough, Zhao Li no longer had the desire to gloat when he saw this scene. He looked at Qin Yun with a longing look, with a flattering expression in his expression.
Obviously, the "pharmaceutical" is really very attractive to him, and Zhao Li even threw away his integrity!
Although he didn't have much integrity at all.
"Want?" Qin Yun glanced at Zhao Li and said deliberately.
Zhao Li looked at the 'medicine' greedily and closed his eyes suddenly: "Yes, I want this thing, I will say it directly if you have any conditions. Even if I want my body, I will not refuse."
"Pooh!"
Wang Xiaoya blushed on the spot, spitting all over the floor, covering her face with both hands. But Qin Yun clearly saw that the eyes behind the crack between her hands were staring at the boss, and the gossip fire was already burning.
Sure enough, fujoko is everywhere in this world.
"Ah!" Qin Yun spat without any face, "You think you are so gorgeous and you can be both men and women!"
"What do you want? I am a poor man! No, I am a poor man. Besides, you still eat mine and drink mine now, and you should pay a little food." Zhao Li said scoundrelly.
"Can those things compare to this thing?" Qin Yun said directly contemptuously. "If this thing is sold, do you believe it? My buddy will make tens of millions of dollars in a minute."
"Wow! Is this thing so valuable?" Wang Xiao Adam called out first, and Xia Dongqing even had a mosquito coil with her eyes.
"Ten millions? How much does it cost? How many bags of instant noodles can you buy? The cheapest bag of Master Kong instant noodles is one yuan, 10 million yuan, and you can buy ten million..." Xia Dongqing was completely confused.
"Isn't it too troublesome to sell? Besides, there are fewer and fewer people in the world who know goods now. If it is sold to people who don't know goods, it's even worse. Let's give it to me." Zhao Li smiled and looked like a slutty look.
"I want to make a fortune by myself! Don't think about it!" Qin Yun exposed Zhao Li's disguise without hesitation.
Zhao Li knew that he could not get a advantage from Qin Yun, and said with a look of disgust: "Then what do you think you want? Explain in advance that this 'medicine' is not as precious as you imagined, and it only has some effect on our soul ferrymen."
"The goods don't need to be sold too much, just sell the right one." Qin Yun glanced at Zhao Li, "You must have a lot of collections of a thousand-year-old ghost. I don't need to be sold too much. Just give me one or two spiritual weapons."
"Spiritual weapon! You kill people, no, you kill ghosts! The treasure in my hand has been tempered for thousands of years before it has been promoted to spiritual weapon. If you speak, you are not afraid of dying from the spirit weapon." Zhao Li shouted loudly as if he was slaughtering a pig.
Qin Yun seemed not to see Zhao Li's exaggerated expression and continued, "Remember, I want bows and arrows, and at least eighteen arrows are needed."
"Okay, the deal is done." Zhao Li agreed quickly, as if he was afraid that Qin Yun would regret it. Such a quick change of face really opened the eyes of Xia Dongqing and Wang Xiaoya who were beside him.
It seems that over the past thousand years, Zhao Li has actually collected a lot of good things, even rare spiritual weapons like bows and arrows. He is really a fat sheep.
Qin Yun didn't say anything, but threw the "medicine" to Zhao Li, who had been looking for it for a long time, and left directly. Only Zhao Li was left holding the "medicine", with an excited expression.
The next day, when Qin Yun saw Zhao Li again, he suddenly felt that he was very different.
"How? I've gained a lot!" Qin Yun took a sip of Coke and asked.
Zhao Li suddenly showed a proud smile on his face: "Haha, at least it has a hundred years."
"That's good, what about what I want?" Qin Yun said.
"Give."
Perhaps because of the delay of a century of aging, Zhao Li was very generous today. Not only did he give Qin Yun the spiritual weapon bow, but he also gave him thirty-six spiritual weapon arrows. Among them, the spiritual weapon bow is a high-level spiritual weapon, while the arrow is a low-level spiritual weapon.
Qin Yun gently stroked the black bow body. The black bow body was smooth, delicate, full of texture, and there were circles of spiral strange patterns. When touched on his hands, the wooden bow body actually gave Qin Yun a feeling of touching metal.
The production of a qualified war bow requires dry, horn, tendon, glue, silk, lacquer and other materials. Not only is the material expensive, but the production process is also complicated, but the influence of various weather conditions and climates must also be considered - analyze bow stems in winter, treat horns in spring; treat tendons in summer, collect all the materials in autumn, place the bow arm in cold winter and set the shape in the bow box, and repair the appearance when the cold winter is extremely cold.
It takes at least two or three years to complete a battle bow, which also determines that the price of a qualified battle bow will be very expensive.
This is also one of the reasons why archers were expensive in ancient times, not just because the passing rate of training archers was too low!
The spiritual weapon bow and arrow in Qin Yun's hand is even more rare.
This bow is called Fengjiao Bow. According to Zhao Li, it is a bow body made of the spine of a Fengjiao. The bow string is also made of Fengjiao's tendons, which is the best match. The bow body and bow string have been carefully processed, and there is no sign of Fengjiao at all. It is like a fine bow made of wood, raw cowhide and old vines. It is dark and very simple.
Qin Yun couldn't put it down and played with it for a while. Xia Dongqing and Wang Xiaoya were also very envious of her. Especially Xia Dongqing, although he was usually kind-hearted, his eyes were almost protruding when he looked at Feng Jiaogong.
Which man doesn't like these things?
"What a beautiful bow!" Wang Xiaoya looked at Feng Jiao's bow obsessively, and stars were almost popping up in her eyes.
Zhao Li said bluntly: "That's right, this is the top one in my collection, and it has a history of nearly a thousand years. If it weren't for the fact that fewer and fewer people used bows, they would probably not have been put to this day."
Chapter completed!