Hehe, haha, one of your swords is worth nearly a hundred taels of silver, but I don’t know. I would like to ask everyone present, what kind of weapons are worth a thousand taels of silver?"
"Haha, if you want to be worth a thousand taels of silver, you have to be the magic weapon written on the Ba'er signboard." Sure enough, a Xirong craftsman looked sarcastic and laughed.
replied.
"Yes, yes, if it is a magic weapon, it will cost one thousand taels. Just like Da Gan's seven magic weapons, even one thousand taels is too little." The voice paused slightly and continued: "But there is one thing.
I'm not sure what's going on, so I need to ask my brother just now for help."
The speaker just now did not respond, and the voice said to itself: "But I don't know what kind of weapon can be regarded as a magic weapon? Brother, I must have been immersed in this industry for a long time. I wonder if you can help us answer it.
One or two.”
Baler looked at the craftsman who just answered the conversation fiercely. However, the skill of this craftsman was one of the best on this street, and his reputation was far beyond his reach. In addition, Baler was usually very arrogant, so he just dared to use this plaque.
You can get a glimpse of his whereabouts.
The craftsman laughed and said: "To become a magic weapon, the first is smoothness, the second is toughness, and the third is strength. This fourth is called spirit. Only when these four aspects are combined can it be regarded as a magic weapon."
"Oh, that's it. Brother, you really know a lot about it. I wonder how many points this long sword can account for these four points?"
The craftsman glanced at the sword, a look of ridicule flashed in his eyes, and he said nothing, but everyone else could see that this sword probably did not qualify as a divine weapon at all.
Balak's face turned red and white, and he pointed at the crowd and cursed: "Whoever is talking here should stand up for you."
The voice ignored the angry Bale and continued: "Shopkeeper Ba, what do you think about your sword like a magic weapon?"
"I said it's a magic weapon, it's a magic weapon. Where do these nonsense ideas come from..." Before he could finish his words, the craftsman who just listened to the conversation said with a smile: "It turns out that all the magic weapons in the world are yours."
If you tell me, I will also tell you a few magic weapons tomorrow." After hearing this, the crowd around them burst into laughter.
Baler's face turned green, and he ignored the craftsmen who were laughing at him. He looked around the crowd with fierce eyes. The voice that just spoke was clearly nearby. Baler and the shop assistant stretched their necks to search the crowd, but they couldn't find anything.
No one can be found who spoke out.
The lazy voice came out again, sighing: "It turns out that the magic weapon was sealed by shopkeeper Ba himself. This is amazing. From now on, the weapons in the world will be based on this magic weapon pavilion, and everyone will regard Ba as the master."
The shopkeeper Ma Shizhan was so happy that he also sealed one or two magic weapons so that he could sell them for a thousand taels of silver."
The onlookers burst into laughter. Most of these people came from all over the world, and there were many enemies of Xirong. When they saw the Xirong craftsmen making a fool of themselves, they all ridiculed them.
Although some of the Xirong craftsmen felt that something was wrong, Balak was so arrogant and rude just now that they put aside their doubts and only watched Balak being embarrassed.
The voice changed the subject and said: "Shopkeeper Ba, since you said this is a magic weapon, you might as well open our eyes and see what this magic weapon is like, so that these two young people can be willing to take money."
The older man lying on the ground could not help but secretly complain, but where did he find this thousand taels of silver?
Bale was unable to get off the tiger, so he had no choice but to take out the long sword in his hand. The sword was dim and the color was uneven, not as good as the Star Sword.
Sure enough, as soon as the sword was pulled out, someone said loudly: "How can this sword be worth thousands of taels of silver?" Everyone whispered to each other and pointed at Balak. Balak's face turned green and red. If this matter spreads, what will happen in the future?
Shuoxi may no longer have a place for herself.
The voice said again: "Looking at the appearance, they are inconspicuous, but many weapons are inconspicuous on the outside, but in fact they are gold and jade inside. I wonder if Shopkeeper Ba can give it a try?"
Balak gritted his teeth secretly and said in a dark voice: "How to try?"
"Of course, use your magic weapon to fight with the sword carried by any of you. If your weapon can cut off other people's weapons, this long sword will be a magic weapon. But if no one dares to use it,
Now, of course everyone is afraid of your weapon, and since you are a magic weapon, the two little brothers will naturally want to buy it."
After hearing this, Bale hurriedly added without waiting for the two of them to reply: "Okay, who dares to give it a try?" After speaking, he licked the corners of his mouth and swept around the crowd viciously.
Sure enough, it was okay for everyone to gather around and watch the fun, but once they wanted to step forward, no one had the courage for a while, and the craftsmen of Xirong were not willing to accept the beam for two outsiders.
However, at this time of the New Year's Eve, the Prodigal Ranger was indispensable. He only heard someone speaking just now, and saw Balak being involved in the conversation, and they all happily stood aside and watched what happened.
Baler smiled sinisterly and said: "Since no one dares to try it, then my long sword is a magic weapon and it should be worth a thousand taels of silver. Little bastard, you two admitted it just now, go and get me some silver.
Otherwise, I will send you to jail."
The voice that just spoke suddenly disappeared, and several people in the crowd frowned, obviously not expecting such an ending.
At this moment, a young man's voice suddenly came from outside the crowd: "Nonsense, no one will pick up this sword if it is thrown on the street, how can it be worth a thousand taels of silver? I, Xirong, celebrate the Changning Festival with everyone.
You, the store owner, are so unreasonable."
The crowd moved aside, and a young man dressed in luxurious clothes walked in. He had a handsome face, but his face was a little pale and had a few traces of sickly blush.
There were three guards around him, surrounding the young man in the middle. Those with sharp eyes could not help but gasp when they saw the iron plate on the guard's waist and quietly retreated out.
Balak was about to curse, but seeing that the young man seemed to have an extraordinary life, he held back and argued: "The two of them have recognized that I am a magic weapon, so they have to buy it with a thousand taels of silver as I just said.
You little kid, mind your own business."
One of the guards snorted coldly. Without any warning, he suddenly flashed in front of Balak, drew out his sword, and slashed towards Balak's face.
Balak was shocked. Fortunately, the guard seemed to be slow to draw the sword. He hurriedly picked up the long sword in his hand and blocked it. He heard a crisp sound. The long sword in Balak's hand, with the scabbard, was struck by the long sword in the guard's hand.
Cut one into two.
Balak was furious and called the waiters in the shop to attack him. The guards were full of murderous intent and moved their fingers slightly. At this time, the Xirong craftsman who had just spoken sarcastically fell to his knees and shouted Jie Zhe.
Balak was stunned for a moment, then looked back at the craftsman who was kneeling on the ground, and then turned to take a closer look at the guard. Suddenly he saw the iron plate on the guard's waist, his face changed drastically, his whole body was shaking like chaff, and he knelt on the ground.
Soft into a pile.
The young man asked the two brothers to get up and go back. Then he seemed to be scolding Baler for something. Li Luo and others had already walked away, but they heard the cheers from time to time, so what the young man said must have won the hearts of the people.