246【Thousand-year-old cold iron, crashing into it like a hooligan】
246【The thousand-year-old cold iron, bumping into it like a hooligan】
It turns out that the stern bell needs to be filled with energy, and then use the stern to activate the ringtone to achieve the effect of "stern bell". It can not only deal with monsters, but also people.
However, Qingshui felt that it should be more obvious to deal with monsters, because some warriors outside were "shocked" and nothing happened, while some beasts of the same level were "shocked" and panicked. The screams outside were like some large beasts.
The result of the escape of the ferocious beast was caused by Qingshui's continuous shaking several times.
Qingshui thought, if he was sitting on a firebird and escaped, even a person who was stronger than him would chase him on a flying mount. As long as there was a horror bell, he would shake the other person a few times, and then the effect would be, maybe he would even beat the other person.
It's like "birds die" and people die.
Qingshui looked at the two small holes as big as beans on the Shock Bell, and knew to use these two small holes to aim at the target, and then use the ancient divine power to activate the Shock Bell to shake it.
After life was further guaranteed, Qingshui felt very comfortable. The threat of monsters in Jiuzhou Continent has never stopped. The powerful humans became more powerful because they had powerful monsters around them.
Qingshui threw the horror bell all over the Purple Jade Fairyland and began to continue to forge his own great cause. Suddenly he thought that he had only forged weapons, and he could also forge boots, armor, long skirts,,,,,,
Qingshui was excited when she thought of this. Why did she often make such a scheming? After thinking about it, Qingshui knew that it was not a scheming. It was her "scheming" that she could practice the Basic Sword Art to the True Realm.
Now I have reached the realm of mystery.
It is also this persistent mentality that my ancient forging technique has exceeded one thousand hammers and forged a lottery-level weapon.
After thinking about it, Qingshui found that the first-color iron-toothed sword he had just made was actually "sold" by himself. Qingshui knew that he yearned for that prescription, and perhaps because he knew that she was an important figure in the Hehuan Sect.
It may also be that Qingshui felt that the other party would not deceive her for a weapon, and even if she deceived Qingshui, she would not care, because it would be difficult to find her from time to time.
"Build another one, and in the future, you must build at least two weapons or build one weapon and try to forge one other thing every day." Qingshui silently set a goal for himself.
It's already noon now, so there is no one in the blacksmith shop for a while. Only Qingshui is forging this weapon with hammers.
A thousand hammers, a light flashed, and Qingshui couldn't help but sigh. Qingshui seemed to have not reached the first lottery level, and its attributes were greatly weakened. It was at the same level as the first few moves, and its attributes would die almost the same.
Qingshui didn't plan to eat lunch, so he was just forging the next iron-toothed sword so seriously. Qingshui knew that the most important thing now was to stabilize his ancient forging technique. It was not easy to break through to the first lottery level, if it was because
If you don’t have a stable and good condition and fall into the past, you will really regret it.
Hu You saw Qingshui doing it seriously, so she did not disturb Qingshui. She created this iron-toothed sword. Qingshui was very attentive and tried to achieve no "flaws" at all. She tried her best to be the most perfect for each hammer.
The point.
Unfortunately, the light that made Qingshui depressed was still lit up when the Thousand Hammers were in full swing. The Heavenly Eyes looked at the Iron-toothed Sword that had just been released and was very thoughtfully created.
Strength is added to sixty, endurance is added to fifteen!
Qingshui saw this attribute and was a little stunned. He thought that the highest level of Yicai was only thirty, but Qingshui didn't expect it to double. Now Qingshui doesn't know whether he should be happy or depressed. He didn't know whether he should be happy or depressed.
The first lottery level, but let Qingshui know the distance from the first lottery level.
After playing two consecutive games, Qingshui felt that he could not get a lottery-level weapon any longer, because it took a lot of effort to build it again, and it was a bit overwhelming.
Put two brand new iron-toothed swords on the weapon rack there, and see that it was past noon. At this time, a man came in, a man carrying a cowhide bag. Qingshui knew him, and it was the last time
That concise man, that man in his thirties with white teeth.
Qingshui smiled when she saw him. After last time, Qingshui knew that he would come back. When he saw the cowhide bag in his hand, the things inside looked half a bag, but it was quite easy to carry by the concise man.
This man has practiced. Qingshui saw that his cultivation was not high, but he was a trainer in the eyes of ordinary people. He was a warrior level 6. Qingshui signaled the man and came to the forging platform together.
"Sir, this is a thousand-year-old cold iron, look?" The concise man smiled and handed the bag to Qingshui. His smiling face was very festive, and his snow-white teeth looked so eye-catching.
"Thousand-year-old cold iron?" Qingshui has heard of this ore that is considered a good ore in the Jiuzhou Continent. The most suitable one is boots, but Qingshui has never seen it.
Qingshui opened the cowhide bag and saw a large piece of light-colored solid like ice. The shiny light was very beautiful. Qingshui reached out and wanted to hold it.
"It's very cold, hurting your hands!" said the young man hurriedly stopping.
But Qingshui has already held the thousand-year-old cold iron in his hand as if nothing had happened. The Holy Hand can clearly feel the spiritual power contained in it, and at the same time, it also knows why it is suitable for boots, because Qingshui feels that there is a kind of wind-like breath,
Stop flow.
Qingshui felt a hint of chill on it. Although it had no effect on him, ordinary people would be frostbite directly. Who would wear boots forged with such cold things?
After playing with it, he looked at the young man and said with a smile: "Tell me, what are the requirements?"
"Can you change a weapon there?" the young man said with a little careful.
After all, no matter how good this thing is, young people know that it can't be sold for too much money. Although the thousand-year-old cold iron is a good thing, unfortunately ordinary blacksmiths cannot use it and do not have the ability to forge the thousand-year-old cold iron.
Therefore, the thousand-year-old cold iron is a good thing, not a common thing, but it is not very useful. It is a good thing, but few people can use it, so it is a bit of a waste of money to exchange for a weapon that sells five million taels of silver.
"Yes, you are willing to pick one in it, feel it yourself. If you have good and a little bit less, you can feel it once you take it. Go and pick one. If there is still such a thousand-year-old cold iron, I will collect it,
There is no problem with things." Qingshui said with a smile. After all, this kind of weapon is nothing to him, but it is different in the eyes of others. Scarcity is precious, not to mention that it is also a very practical and good thing.
The refined man nodded happily and replied, "Sure, I have a few friends, and they also have this thousand-year-old cold iron. I'll ask them to come to you."
Qingshui did not expect that the refined man took away the handful that Qingshui had just forged. Qingshui did not expect to be taken away three times a day, but Qingshui was extremely happy. It was worth changing all the bells.
"It seems like you need to play a few more!" Qingshui said intimately. Only with more people can you attract more people, and then you can accumulate some precious things.
Looking at Qingshui, which was already half afternoon, I was not in the mood to forge it. I threw the thousand-year-old cold iron and more than ten raw stones into the Purple Jade Fairyland, and closed the door and walked out of the blacksmith shop.
Qingshui likes very much in the vast crowd. He walked along with the crowd in a daze, thinking about other things and listening to some tedious discussions in his ears. Qingshui will feel particularly fulfilled.
Qingshui likes this feeling of "walking corpse". Because Qingshui's usual pace and rush are fast, starting from the time he can practice, except for sleeping, Qingshui practices, practices, and practices, so he yearns for the kind of thing that has no goals and no
Any days without any burden in your heart, even if it is very short.
But he can't. His life does not allow him to do this, so he will be so distracted on the street like the most ordinary civilian. At this moment, he is the easiest.
Qingshui looked at the front with his eyes slightly, but in fact he could not see anything. His head was slightly lowered and he didn't worry about hitting people with the abortion. As for where he walked, he would see when he would "awake"!
A stick of incense has passed!
Suddenly, I felt something very elastic. When I looked up, Qingshui looked at the shy woman with a bitter smile on her face. It was the tall intellectual woman who had just taken away the Yicai-level weapon.
Qingshui thought of the amazing elasticity and soft touch just now. Now it was summer, all the clothes were very thin. Qingshui couldn't help but glance at the woman's extremely pointed breasts. Thinking about the fact that she had hit her just now, the feeling was
It's wonderful.
Qingshui couldn't help but think of a delicate girl, the Xiangyuan who was hit by her twice. I wonder if she was fine recently, did she forget herself after she disappeared, and whether she became mature.
Qingshui smiled awkwardly while touching her nose, but the woman gave Qingshui a angrily glance!
The two walked to the open space on the side with a tacit understanding. The woman was also depressed. She had originally gone to the blacksmith shop to deliver the prescription, but she accidentally saw Qingshui's figure from afar. She was very surprised why this man suddenly became so negative.
, and in the blacksmith shop are simply two extremes that exist differently.
The woman thought that standing in front of Qingshui would make him stop, but she never thought that this man would hit him like a hooligan.
"What's wrong with you? You're so distraught. Do you often bump into people like this?" The woman replied naturally and said depressedly.
"It's not often. When I was in another place, a little girl was hit by me twice like you, and she was knocked down." Qingshui smiled embarrassedly.
woman:",,,,,,,,,,"
The woman took out a silver title page, only one, and handed it to Qingshui: "Can you see this? If it doesn't work, let's discuss it."
"Can I return your prescription after I read your prescription?" Qingshui looked at her face with bright eyes and white teeth. She was not as difficult to touch as Canghai Mingyue, nor was she as charming as Huoyun Liuli.