It turns out that the frightening bell needs to be filled with energy, and then the energy is used to activate the bell sound to achieve the "shock" effect. It can not only deal with monsters, but also people.
However, Qing Shui felt that it should be more obvious when dealing with monsters, because some warriors outside were "surprised" and nothing happened, while some beasts of the same level were "surprised" but panicked. The screams outside were from some large ferocious beasts.
It was caused by the beast's escape. Qing Shui didn't know the result of shaking it several times in succession.
Qing Shui thought, if he was escaping in a Firebird, and even someone stronger than him was chasing him on a flying mount, as long as he had the frightening bell and shook the opponent's flying mount a few times, the effect would probably be to knock the opponent away.
It's like "a bird dies and a man dies".
Qing Shui looked at the two pea-sized holes on the Frightening Bell and knew to use these two holes to aim at the target, and then use ancient divine power to urge the Frightening Bell to shake.
Qing Shui felt particularly comfortable after his life was further guaranteed. The threat of monsters in Kyushu Continent has never ceased. Powerful humans also become more powerful because they have powerful monsters around them to help them.
Qing Shui threw the Shocking Bell all over the Purple Jade Wonderland and continued his forging business. Suddenly he thought that he had only forged weapons, but he could also forge boots, armor, and long skirts...
Qing Shui became excited when he thought of this. Why did he often commit such stubbornness? After thinking about it, Qing Shui also knew that it was not just his stubbornness. It was his own "die-hardness" that allowed him to practice "Basic Sword Art" to its true meaning.
Now it has reached the realm of profound truth.
It is also with this perseverance mentality that his ancient forging skills have broken through a thousand hammers, and even forged weapons of the first-color level.
After thinking about it, Qing Shui discovered that the one-color iron-toothed sword he had just made was actually "sold" by him. Qing Shui knew that he yearned for that 'medicine' prescription, and maybe he knew that she was from the Hehuan Sect.
The important person, or perhaps Qing Shui, felt that the other party would not lie to him for a weapon. Even if he lied to Qing Shui, he didn't care, because it would be difficult to find her from time to time.
"Create another one. From now on, you must create at least two weapons every day, or create one weapon and try to forge something else." Qing Shui silently set a goal for himself.
It was already noon, so there was no one in the blacksmith shop for a while. Only Qing Shui was forging this weapon hammer by hammer.
A thousand hammers, a ray of light flashed, Qing Shui couldn't help but sigh. It looked like Qing Shui had not reached the Yicai level, and his attributes were greatly weakened. It was on the same level as the previous ones, and his attributes would also die.
Almost the same.
Qing Shui didn't even plan to eat lunch, he was so serious about forging the next iron-toothed sword. Qing Shui knew that the most important thing now was to stabilize his ancient forging skills. It was not easy to break through to the Yicai level. If it was because of
If you don't stabilize it properly and fall back to the previous situation, you will really regret it to death.
Hu You saw Qing Shui doing it seriously, so she didn't bother Qing Shui to build this iron-toothed sword. Qing Shui worked very hard, trying to make it without any "flaws", and tried his best to make every hammer blow as perfect as possible.
the point.
It's a pity that the light that made Qing Shui depressed was still shining during the Thousand Hammers. His eyes were looking at this iron-toothed sword that had just come out of the furnace and was crafted with great care.
Strength increases by 60, endurance increases by 15!
When Qing Shui saw this attribute, he was a little dumbfounded. He originally thought that the highest level of a color before could only be increased by thirty, but Qing Shui didn't expect that it would be doubled. Now Qing Shui doesn't know whether he should be happy or depressed. Two games in a row.
They are no longer at the Yicai level, but they want Qing Shui to know how close they are to the Yicai level.
After playing two weapons in a row, Qing Shui felt that he would never be able to produce a first-class weapon, because two weapons in a row had already taken a lot of effort, and it was already a bit out of his power to build them again.
Putting two brand-new iron-toothed swords on the weapon rack with three more swords over there, it was already past noon. At this moment, a man came in, a man carrying a cowhide bag. Qing Shui knew him from last time.
That lean man, that man in his thirties with perfect white teeth.
Qing Shui smiled after seeing him. After the last time, Qing Shui knew that he would come again. When he saw the cowhide bag he was carrying, the contents seemed to be less than half of the bag, but it looked like the skilled man could carry it easily.
This man had some training. Qing Shui looked at him as someone whose cultivation level was not high, but in the eyes of ordinary people, he could be considered a martial artist. He was a warrior at the sixth level. Qing Shui signaled to the man and they came to the forging platform together.
"Sir, this is Millennium Cold Iron, do you take a look?" The slick man smiled and handed the bag to Qing Shui. His smiling face was very festive, and his snow-white teeth looked so eye-catching.
"Millennium Cold Iron?" Qing Shui has heard that this is a very good ore in Kyushu Continent, and it is most suitable for making boots, but Qing Shui has never seen it.
Qing Shui opened the cowhide bag and saw a large piece of light-colored solid like ice cubes. It had a bit of shining light and was very beautiful. Qing Shui stretched out his hand to hold it.
"It's very cold and hurts my hands!" the young man said quickly to stop him.
But Qing Shui had already held the Millennium Cold Iron in his hand as if nothing had happened. His holy hand could clearly feel the spiritual power contained in it. At the same time, he also knew why it was suitable for making boots, because Qing Shui felt that there was an aura like wind in it.
Stop flowing.
Qing Shui felt the slightest bit of chill from above. Although it had no effect on him, ordinary people would be directly frostbitten. Who would wear boots forged from such cold things?
After playing with it for a while, he looked at the young man and smiled and said, "Tell me, what are your requirements?"
"Can you exchange for one of the weapons there?" the young man said cautiously.
After all, no matter how good this thing is, the young man knows that it cannot be sold for too much money. Although the Thousand-Year Cold Iron is a good thing, it is a pity that ordinary blacksmiths cannot use it and do not have the strength to forge the Thousand-Year Cold Iron.
Therefore, Thousand-Year Cold Iron is a good thing, and it is not a common thing, but its use value is not great. It is a good thing, but few people can use it, so it is a bit reluctant to exchange it for a weapon that others sell for five million taels of silver.
"Okay, you are willing to pick one of them. Feel it for yourself. There are good ones and slightly inferior ones. You can feel it as soon as you pick it up. Go ahead and pick one. If there is still this kind of thousand-year-old cold iron, I will take it. Money.
There is nothing wrong with everything." Qing Shui said with a smile. After all, this kind of weapon is nothing to him, but it is different in the eyes of others. Things are rare and valuable, not to mention that they are also very practical and good things.
The refined man nodded quickly and happily and replied: "Of course, I have a few friends who also have this thousand-year cold iron. I will ask them to come to you."
As expected by Qing Shui, the skilled man took away the one that Qing Shui had just forged. Qing Shui also did not expect that three handfuls would be taken away in one day. However, Qing Shui was extremely happy. It was worth exchanging them all for one Shocking Bell.
"It looks like we need to fight a few more times!" Qing Shui thought to himself. Only if there are more, can we attract more people, and then we can accumulate some precious things.
Looking at Qing Shui, who was already half in the afternoon, he was not in the mood to forge, so he threw the Millennium Cold Iron and more than ten rough stones into the Purple Jade Wonderland, closed the door and walked out of the blacksmith shop.
The vast bustling city was Qing Shui's favorite place. He walked stupidly with the crowds, thinking about other things and listening to some tedious discussions in his ears. Qing Shui would feel particularly fulfilled.
Qing Shui likes this feeling of "the walking dead" very much, because Qing Shui usually has a fast pace. From the time he was able to practice, except for sleeping, Qing Shui spent all his time practicing, practicing, practicing again, so he longed for that kind of life without any goals.
No pressure, no burden on my heart, even if it is short.
But he can't, his life doesn't allow him to do this, so every once in a while, he will be so lost in the street that he can comprehend life like an ordinary civilian. At this moment, he is the most relaxed.
Qing Shui's eyes seemed to be looking slightly ahead, but in fact he couldn't see anything. He kept his head slightly lowered, and he didn't worry about bumping into people as the crowd flowed. As for where he went, he would just wait and see when he would "wake up"!
A stick of incense has passed by!
Suddenly, he felt that he bumped into something very elastic. When he raised his head, Qing Shui looked at the shy woman with a face with a wry smile. It was the tall, intellectual woman who had just taken away the Yicai-level weapon.
Qing Shui thought of the amazing elasticity and soft touch just now. It was summer and the clothes he wore were very thin now. Qing Shui couldn't help but glance at the woman and thought about where he hit her just now. The feeling was wonderful.
Qing Shui couldn't help but think of a delicate girl. He wondered if she was doing okay recently, if she had forgotten him after missing him, and if she had matured.
Qing Shui touched his nose and smiled awkwardly, but the woman gave Qing Shui an angry look!
The two of them walked to the open space on the side with a tacit understanding. The woman was also depressed. She originally went to the blacksmith shop to deliver the prescription, but accidentally saw Qing Shui's figure from a distance. She was surprised why this man suddenly changed.
Being so negative, and being in the blacksmith shop are simply two different extremes of existence.
The woman originally thought that standing in front of Qing Shui would make him stop, but she never expected that this man would bump into him like a gangster...
"What's wrong with you? You're out of your mind. Do you often bump into...people like this?" the woman said in a depressed tone after she recovered.
"It's not that often. When we were in other places, there was a little girl who was hit twice by me like you. She was knocked down both times." Qing Shui smiled sheepishly.
woman:"……"
The woman took out a silver title page, only one, and handed it to Qing Shui: "Can you take a look at this? If not, we will discuss it."
"After I read your prescription formula, can I still return it?" Qing Shui looked at the face with particularly bright eyes and delicate teeth. She was not as hard to touch as Canghai Mingyue, nor was she as charming as Huoyun Liuli.