Ding Tiechui didn't take a good look at Li Xuan until this moment. This guy was less than twenty years old. How come he felt more stable than himself, as if he was a top expert.
"Of course you went home to help me build the staff. By the way, was your house damaged?"
Li Xuan asked.
Ding Tiechui scratched his head: "When I was kidnapped, my head was covered. I don't know what the house is like."
"Let's go and have a look. If it's really broken, my landlord should be able to lend you a stove."
Li Xuan said and was about to walk down the mountain.
"The problem is..." Ding Tiechui shrugged and spread his hands, "My hammer was taken away. I can't hit anything without a hammer."
"Hammers... aren't those kinds of things everywhere?"
Li Xuan is a powerful monk and knows a little bit about refining weapons. However, his level of weapon refining can only pretend to be a master in the Small Thousand Immortal Realm and the Middle Thousand Immortal Realm. When it comes to the Great Thousand Immortal Realm, it seems a bit inadequate. In the Universe Immortal Realm, it is even better.
It's entry level.
Of course Li Xuan also understands that professionals need tools at hand to do things, but he doesn't think that things like hammers are important.
"Why are they everywhere?
My hammer is the Hammer of Creation, the first of the three strongest hammers in the barbarian kingdom!"
Ding Tiechui said unhappily, but when he mentioned the words "Hammer of Creation", his eyes lit up.
Li Xuan is familiar with that feeling. When he holds rare medicinal herbs such as ice grass or milk thistle in his hand, his eyes will also shine with such enthusiasm.
"So, that Hammer of Creation is very powerful?"
Li Xuan was not in a hurry to go down the mountain, so he simply sat down on the hill and chatted with Ding Tiechui.
"The Hammer of Creation, when you hear this name, you know how powerful it is.
Do you think I can become a first-class master craftsman just by relying on my skills?"
Ding Tiechui said with a bit of pride.
Li Xuan found it strange. Most people would show off their superb skills and would not talk about relying on tools.
From this point of view, Ding Tiechui is a very honest person.
"The Hammer of Creation is a treasure that has been passed down for thousands of years. If it is in the hands of the right person, it will have unlimited potential and create the most powerful weapon!"
Ding Tiechui clenched his fists and said in a solemn tone.
"I can't tell, you were trembling all over just now, and now you are so proud."
Li Xuan joked.
"In short, without the Hammer of Creation, I would not be able to create the most perfect staff.
But if you insist on me hitting you, I can do it if you give me an ordinary hammer, but don’t cry then."
Ding Tiechui concluded.
"Where is the hammer now?"
Li Xuan thought about the materials he had finally obtained, and he didn't want to waste them.
"It was snatched away by those barbarians, and I don't know where to send it."
Ding Tiechui shrugged his shoulders.
Li Xuan's eyes widened: "Hey, why didn't you say anything just now?"
"It was so dangerous just now, of course I want to leave as soon as possible."
Ding Tiechui said, "And they seem to have sent the hammer somewhere else."
"Unlucky, do we have to go again..." Li Xuan scratched his head, feeling very helpless, "Anyway, let's go back and have breakfast first."
Ding Tiechui immediately caused a sensation when he returned to Liming Town. People in the town gathered around and pulled Ding Tiechui in a fuss to see if he was okay.
"Master, you are finally back. I thought the custom-made ax had no chance."
A demon tribe came around, with a "lost and found" look on their face.
"Hey, you're not dead."
The person who said this was a mocking barbarian craftsman, who seemed to be Ding Tiechui's competitor.
Among the crowd, there was Liu Li's loud voice: "Hey, Ding Tiechui, since you are not dead, you have to pay me back the three pieces of bare cast iron you owe me."
Li Xuan blended in with the crowd and did not stand out too much.
A group of self-defense fighters in Liming Town picked up Ding Tiechui, seemingly wanting to talk about his kidnapping.
Li Xuan was also happy to rest for a while. When he returned to Liu Li's house, he saw that breakfast had been set on the table. He had a hearty meal and lay down to sleep again.
"Hey! Don't you want to help me repair the hole?"
Just when Li Xuan closed his eyes, Liu Li kicked the door open.
Li Xuan got up helplessly, thinking that he had just bravely saved the master craftsman, but he was immediately reduced to a plasterer. The role change was really fast.
"Don't be so slow. Why did you eat breakfast so fast just now?"
Liu Li was rude to Li Xuan, but Li Xuan couldn't get angry yet.
Li Xuan was busy until noon, and the hole was only half repaired. Ding Tiechui walked over slowly carrying a small box.
Seeing Li Xuan working as a plasterer, Ding Tiechui looked like he wanted to laugh but was afraid to laugh. Before he could reply to Li Xuan, Liu Li rushed out and snatched the small box from Ding Tiechui's hand.
"Is it three yuan?"
Liu Li asked fiercely.
"Of course it's three yuan, how dare I rely on you."
Ding Tiechui said helplessly.
"Humph, remember you owe me an interest."
Liu Li went back holding the box.
"Hey, how long are you going to do this? I have news about Hammer here, do you want to know?"
Ding Tiechui asked.
In fact, while repairing the holes all morning, Li Xuan was also thinking about the whereabouts of the Hammer of Creation.
Since Ding Tiechui said that the Black Hand Musketeers separated him from the Hammer of Creation, what exactly do they want to do?
Should he take the initiative to retrieve the hammer, or should he wait and wait for the Blackhand Musketeers to kidnap Ding Tiechui again?
Li Xuan did not come up with a perfect answer, but unexpectedly Ding Tiechui brought new news.
"Let's go, find a place to have a drink, and tell me where the hammer is."
Li Xuan simply dropped the job at hand. When Liu Li came out again, he had already disappeared.
"The self-defense forces in the town have been inquiring about my whereabouts. Although they have not found my whereabouts, they found that the Hammer of Creation appeared in Donghai Town three hundred miles away."
Ding Tiechui took a sip of foamy beer, smacked his lips, and then said to Li Xuan.
Li Xuan also took a sip of beer. The barbarian's wine was really mellow. After swallowing it, it was not only hot and comfortable, but also left a very rich aroma in his mouth.
"Donghai Town, why does the hammer appear there?"
Li Xuan asked.
"Not that bastard Roque!"
Ding Tiechui said angrily, "That guy has always coveted my Hammer of Creation. He must have instigated the Black Hand Musketeers to kidnap me this time."
"Who is Roque?"
Li Xuan asked with interest.
"There are three master craftsmen in the barbarian country, and the one who ranks first is naturally me."
Ding Tiechui said with pride, "As for second place, it's that shameless bastard Luo Kui."
"It turns out it's jealousy among peers."
Li Xuan finally understood that so-called peers are enemies. Since Ding Tiechui is number one, he will inevitably be jealous of other peers.