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Butler Weir held up the light formation disk and led Wang Yuefeng, Xiao Zhengtai, and Mrs. Alice slowly through the first level of the room, came to the second level, and pressed a second-level water spiritual core embedded in the wall.
, Wang Yuefeng's mental power immediately noticed a burst of energy fluctuations under the spiritual core. After a breath, his eyes suddenly brightened, and the four-corner light arrays on the ceiling all emitted soft light, illuminating the entire room.
"Prince, this is it. You can choose one or a set of any weapons here!" Butler Weir reminded with a smile.
Wang Yuefeng looked around. Even though he had seen many weapon arsenals and training rooms of major martial arts sects in the country in his previous life, the scene at this moment still made him slightly startled!
In the large room, there are several rows of iron sunken wood racks that are as high as the ceiling. Each iron sunken wood rack has four floors, each floor is nearly 2 meters high, and is narrowly divided into rooms about one foot wide.
Exhibition space.
The back of each shelf is evenly embedded with a reflective white crystal stone, which reflects the bright light from the ceiling to the surroundings. Even the bottom shelf has no dark corners.
Basically every exhibition booth has the same weapon, either a giant sword, a long sword, an axe, a hammer, a knife, a double spear, a big gun, or a mace... There are many more that Wang Yuefeng can't name.
Strange weapons.
Each level, from low to high, has different grades, with the lowest being of medium and low grade.
"As expected of a descendant of a hereditary noble!" Wang Yuefeng secretly admired and stepped forward calmly.
Although the young lady was held tightly by Mrs. Alice, her eyes were still shining.
In the past, little Shota was so thin that he had no chance to come into contact with these things.
Wang Yuefeng just glanced at those giant swords, long swords, knives, axes, etc., and then ignored them.
Although he now has a silver and black ring that can store weapons, with his current height, it is still inconvenient to have long weapons. Therefore, Wang Yuefeng prefers to have a short sword like a fish intestine sword, which is light and sharp and can be hidden.
It's in the boot, easy to carry, and unexpected at critical times.
Soon, he came to the display area of daggers and daggers.
Qing Chi Sword, medium and low grade;
Li Huoyao Golden Dagger, medium to medium grade;
Ice crystal dagger, medium and high quality;
Rhino-pointed double swords, high quality and low quality;
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After looking at several daggers, double daggers and daggers, Wang Yuefeng was not satisfied.
His requirements for grade are not high, just a medium-medium grade. However, he must have good toughness, not reflect light, be sharp, and have spirituality. He must be able to gradually improve his quality and level by incorporating new materials, so as to avoid the need for him to increase his strength in the future.
It's a pity to have feelings and then abandon them.
A warrior does not need to change weapons frequently throughout his life. If he can have the same weapon, he has been growing up with it since he was a child, and it will be constantly remade and improved as the master's strength increases. The tacit understanding between man and sword will only get better and better.
It becomes stronger and more convenient.
The daggers and daggers collected by the Baron are all of good quality and sharp, but in appearance they are more ornate and eye-catching, which is not what Wang Yuefeng intended.
Pulling the scabbard all the way, then pushing it back and putting it down, Wang Yuefeng slowly walked from one side of the iron frame to the other. He still didn't like anything. He was thinking about whether to lower his standards and choose the same one from the beginning.
When the green chi sword finally ended the favor of the Baron, his eyes suddenly became fixed.
Just under his feet, there was a short sword about seven inches and a half long. It was iron-black, with a faint green light. The handle was streamlined. It was made of a metal he didn't understand. It was engraved with some kind of pattern that seemed to be a formation.
, Moreover, there is no sheath on the sword, it just leans on the wooden frame quietly, and the sharp blade cannot be seen, and it seems that it is not sharpened.
"Blunt sword?" Wang Yuefeng was a little confused.
How can you hurt someone without a sharp edge?
However, when his eyes paused on the sword for a moment, Wang Yuefeng suddenly felt a strong feeling of dust on the sword deep in his heart.
He subconsciously reached out for this strange blunt sword, and suddenly felt his hand sinking.
I picked it up and waved it deliberately, feeling that the weight was just right. However, the dull sword blade did not leave any scratches on the wooden frame.
Butler Weir who was following him saw this and said hurriedly: "This edgeless sword was obtained by your Excellency in an ancient tomb. Because it has no edge, it cannot input spiritual power, but it is extremely heavy and I don't want to throw it away."
, just put it here, and the grade cannot be determined.
Unable to input spiritual power?
Wang Yuefeng tried to input wood spiritual power into it, but it seemed to be blocked by a solid wall. He suddenly became interested, and used his mental skills to input light spiritual power.
However, as soon as this light spiritual power was input, Wang Yuefeng felt that the solid wall seemed to be softening and melting.
The surface of the iron-black sword hilt seemed to be shining with a slight white light.
"Does this edgeless sword require light spiritual power?" Wang Yuefeng's heart suddenly moved.
If so, the Baron has the dual spirituality of fire and wood, so it is normal that he cannot penetrate.
However, this feeling of being melted is too slow, just like a piece of ten thousand-year-old ice meeting the sunshine of early spring.
Wang Yuefeng had a sudden thought: "How about trying to combine the two spiritual powers?"
He had experienced this feeling after completing a complete set of Chen Style Tai Chi, and now he was trying to input it at the same time.
A pillar of pure white and pure green light soon burst out from his palm, covering the entire iron-black hilt.
"Qiang!"
There was a slight creak!
Wang Yuefeng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately felt the shallow lines on the hilt of the sword in his hand, and slowly moved it left and right.
Wang Yuefeng quickly turned his palm and spread it out, and saw that the hilt and blade of the sword, which were originally integrated, now had a delicate seam, and a slight hint of silvery white and cyan.
"Is this a hidden scabbard?" Wang Yuefeng kept his eyes fixed on the sword. He quickly held the blade of the sword with his left hand, held the hilt tightly with his right hand, and then drew with all his strength.
"Buzz"!
A soft moan suddenly erupted that made his soul couldn't help but feel excited and trembling.
Light and smooth, a thin dagger that was steel white and slightly green had easily slipped out of the iron black scabbard!
The sword energy suddenly appeared, and there was a slight chill. Wang Yuefeng even felt the hairs on his face suddenly rise, and then they broke and scattered as the blade of the short sword slipped out.
"Damn! So sharp!"
Xiao Zhengtai was three steps away from him at this time, but he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Brother Feng, what sword are you holding in your hand? Why do I feel a sharp coolness?"
Sure enough, the sword was covered in dust, but once it was unsheathed, it immediately showed its sharp edge!
Wang Yuefeng couldn't help but secretly admire it and looked at the blade carefully. One side was slightly blunt, but the other side was extremely sharp. It could be said to be as sharp as a hair. Although it was steel white and the surface was very smooth, under the light, there was no reflection at all on the entire blade.
The left hand presses slightly on the back of the blade, and the entire blade suddenly bends slightly, with a slight arc and excellent elasticity.
Wang Yuefeng tried to input the wood spirit power into the hilt of the sword again, and made a Tai Chi sword-twisting flower movement with his wrist.
This time, the output of wood spirit power no longer encountered any resistance. It was like rushing onto a road to the sky, and the entire sword body suddenly glowed with a layer of wood-green light, flickering in the air.
Excellent conductivity!
Wang Yuefeng fell in love with it immediately and turned to Butler Weir, who looked surprised and a little distressed at the same time: "That's it! However, it shouldn't be called a sword without an edge. It has an edge, but it was just used by a certain person.
This technique has been used to seal it. Now that it has a hidden scabbard and the sword energy is as sharp as cutting, I will call it the Samsara Green Light Sword! Grandpa Weir, please thank the Baron for this generous gift on behalf of me!"
Butler Weir was embarrassed and smiled reluctantly: "Yes...!"
Judging from the situation of this Samsara Blue Light Sword, I am afraid that it is not just a middle-grade one, but also an upper-mid-grade one.
"It's a pity that this kid is so lucky. He didn't take a fancy to anything else, but he took a fancy to this one, and he found the key!"
Sensing Butler Weir's remorse, Wang Yuefeng's mood immediately improved, but he pretended not to know and implicitly expressed with a smile that it was time to go home.
Butler Weir blinked and tried to excuse himself: "You don't want to read anything else?"
Wang Yuefeng smiled again: "No, I like this one very much."
There was also a slight reluctance in Alice's eyes, but she was a woman after all, and she did not value weapons as much as men. She could see clearly that without the power of light, this sword could not be activated at all, so she said kindly: "Okay, since
If Mr. Feng likes this one, then this one will be the best!"
No matter how good the sword is, it can't compare to the sincerity of a genius with both light and wood elements.
Butler Weir sighed secretly and made no more excuses to delay.
As soon as the group of people came out of the weapons room, Butler Weir, who was leading the way, was stunned: "Master Wei, why are you here?"
Wang Yuefeng took a closer look and saw a boy with gorgeous clothes and brown-black and purple hair standing proudly at the door, looking at him with a cold gaze.
"Grandpa Weir, I just want to thank the man who saved my little brother!" The boy respected Butler Weir and answered the latter's questions politely. However, when his eyes turned to Wang Yuefeng again, the boy in gorgeous clothes was surprised.
Fu became cold: "Are you the Wang Yuefeng who killed a master-level wind spirit warrior alone?"
Clearly seeing the dissatisfaction in his eyes, Wang Yuefeng couldn't help but smile, secretly thinking that this boy should be Xiaobang's second brother, Hogelwei, and nodded: "I am. But I didn't kill that old man alone.
Thief, Xiaobang also helped me a lot."
This is the truth. If Xiaoshota had not taken out the poison-quenched dagger from the package in time, the battle would not have ended so quickly.
Butler Weir and Mrs. Alice looked more satisfied.
Hogelwei was disdainful: "You don't have to hide it, I know how weak Mingdi is. No matter what, you saved my brother, and I will remember this. But don't be too proud.
After you cure Mingdi, I will compete with you to see who is the number one genius of the young generation in Dan'er Town!"
After saying that, he saluted Mrs. Alice and Butler Weir who were stunned at the same time, then glanced at Wang Yuefeng provocatively, turned and left.
"..." Mrs. Alice and Butler Weir looked at each other.
"Ahem... Mr. Feng, don't mind what Wei'er said, he just has such a bad temper! Even to his sister, he has the same face, and it's his father who spoiled him rotten!" Mrs. Alice
Quite embarrassed.
Her youngest son's illness had just improved, and she didn't want to change Wang Yuefeng's attitude because of this little grudge.
"It's okay! In fact, I envy Xiaobang for having such a loving and protective brother." Wang Yuefeng smiled slightly. He is an adult, how can he argue with a little kid?
However, when did he gain the title of "the number one genius among the younger generation in Dan'er Town"?
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Since Hogelwei took the initiative to challenge Wang Yuefeng, he originally wanted to fight Wang Yuefeng with bare hands, but Butler Weir, who was trying to test the boy's strength, secretly gave up this plan and enthusiastically sent Wang Yuefeng out of the Baron's Mansion.
After returning home, Wang Huiqiao immediately came over impatiently: "Brother Feng, did that Hogelwei come to see you today?"
Wang Yuefeng's heart moved: "What news did you hear again?"
"It was Sister Xiaoxiao who said that the Baron and Housekeeper Weir talked about you privately in the morning, praising you for having both light and wood, and that you could be regarded as the number one genius among the younger generation in Danle Town. However, you were killed by that Hogle
Wei heard this and was very unhappy." Wang Huiqiao looked unhappy: "Humph, he is just a thunder spirit, but you are a light spirit, which is rarer than him. And you have been to the misty forest, but he has not, so of course he can't compare with you.
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"Oh, it's okay. He came to me and said that when Xiaobang recovers, he wants to have a fight with me!" Wang Yuefeng was relieved immediately.
Since it was brought up by the Baron himself, it is normal for Hogelwei to feel dissatisfied.
Wang Huiqiao was very nervous: "Then you really want to fight him?"
"If he wants to fight, he can fight!" Wang Yuefeng didn't care.
How can a soldier not fight?
"Oh, that won't work! Mom said, Hogelway is the eldest son of the Baron. If you defeat him, the Baron's palace will lose face, but if you are defeated, it will also make people question what you did before.
He saved Xiaobang, so if he really wants to fight you, you can't win, you can't lose, you have to draw!" Wang Huiqiao stamped her foot anxiously.
"A draw?" Wang Yuefeng suddenly laughed: "Okay, a draw is a draw!" When dealing with a little brat, are you afraid that you won't be able to control the battle?
He quickly put aside this trivial matter and devoted himself to a new round of serious cultivation.
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