"Young Master Xiang doesn't know that this 'Shrinking Gold Sand' is an indispensable thing for casting a heavy halberd. It is a magical material extracted from the supreme power of the Purple Stone Palace. We can't find this thing in the secular world."
"Master Xiang can imagine how much material is used to make a 3,600-kilogram halberd. If there is no shrinkage of the gold sand, how big the weapon will be. I am afraid that the halberd shaft will be as thick as an ordinary person's thigh. Such a bloated weapon cannot be grasped.
If you can't grasp it, you can't use it even with tens of thousands of pounds of strength, so we must use 'shrinking gold sand' to temper it. Only in this way can the weapon shrink to normal levels..."
Master Meng's explanation made Xiang Yu feel extremely incredible.
Shrink the golden sand, shrink the golden sand...
This thing can actually make steel shrink, the weight remains the same, but the texture becomes ten times, a hundred times denser.
This was the first time Xiang Yu heard about the existence of "shrinking golden sand". He never thought that there was such a magical thing in the world, and he also became very interested in Menghui's halberd.
"I wonder how long it will take Master Meng to make a square-shaped halberd? Can I watch the quenching process?"
"About nine days! When it is quenched after nine days, not only does Mr. Xiang have to watch from the side, but he also has to ask for a few drops of blood from Mr. Xiang. A good weapon must be inspired by the blood of the user. Only in this way can the weapon be endowed with power.
True spirituality.”
"Qi Ling? My blood?"
Xiang Yu was startled, and became even more curious about Master Meng's halberd casting.
The list of materials has been listed, and Master Meng asked Xiang Yu and Mrs. Xieyu to go with him to the warehouse to get the materials.
As soon as the three of them came downstairs, "Haha" laughter rang out from the door, "Mrs. Jieyu, long time no see, you are still so radiant."
Looking back.
The owner of the laughter was a middle-aged man about forty years old, with a fat head, big ears, and a big belly. He had a mean smile on his face, and looked at Mrs. Jieyu with a lewd look, accompanied by a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old
The young man walked into the house.
"It turns out to be Mr. Gongxi. I wonder if Gongxi is coming here first, and what good business can he do to take care of me, Zishan Zhenge?"
Mrs. Jieyu smiled slightly, revealing the true joy, anger, sorrow and joy in her heart.
The middle-aged man said "Haha" again, "I don't deserve the word "care". Mrs. Jieyu's family has a big business. How can a small commoner like me compare with it."
"Haha, Mr. Gongxi is really good at telling jokes. The entire slave industry in Lushan County belongs to your Gongxi family. I never thought that a big boss like you would still pretend to be poor in front of me."
"Haha, the slave industry is indeed the business of my Gongxi family, but 90% of the power is in the hands of my eldest brother, and I am just an errand boy."
The two of them were talking politely, and they probably couldn't stop for a while. Craftsman Meng Hui was an impatient man, so he said to Mrs. Jieyu: "Madam, why don't you guys talk first, and Mr. Xiang and I will go to the warehouse at the back to select materials?"
Already."
Mrs. Jieyu was about to agree, but Mr. Gongxi interrupted her answer.
"Going to the warehouse to select materials, haha, I happened to be there too. When I came this time, I was about to make a big deal with your Zishan Zhenge. Do you have any Xuantie? Give me twenty pounds."
Mr. Gongxi is rich and powerful, but his expression makes Master Menghui want to laugh out loud.
"Twenty kilograms of black iron, big deal! Nainai, a mere three to forty thousand taels of silver, you have the nerve to show off here. This Mr. Xiang behind us spends millions, how can he be like you..."
Craftsman Meng Hui had the urge to kick Mr. Gongxi away, feeling that Mr. Gongxi in front of him was like a clown.
Craftsman Meng Hui had a hint of joking on his face, but Mrs. Jieyu remained calm as usual, with a look of confusion on her face: "I'm sorry, our Ziguangzhen Pavilion is out of stock of the black iron that Mr. Gongxi needs!"
"Out of stock? That shouldn't be the case. Doesn't your Ziguangzhen Pavilion always have stock in stock?"
"We do have stock in stock, but it usually doesn't exceed one hundred and fifty kilograms. Now we only have about one hundred kilograms of black iron left in our warehouse, but Mr. Xiang bought it all in one go."
"Master Xiang?"
Mr. Gongxi was stunned and looked at Xiang Yu with a puzzled expression. After seeing the obvious "slave mark" on Xiang Yu's cheek, he curled his lips disdainfully, "Mrs. Jieyu is not joking! Such a small
A slave can also afford a hundred catties of black iron?"
Xiang Yu narrowed his eyes. He didn't have a good impression of the Slave Alliance in the first place, but now he was looked down upon by Mr. Gongxi in such a blatant way, and he felt very unhappy.
The young man who came in with Mr. Gongxi, who had been silent until now, also took over the conversation at this time.
"Yes, yes, as long as they are slaves, they must be under the control of our Gongxi family. No matter how rich they are, in front of our Gongxi family, they are just running dogs wagging their tails begging for mercy. Since this slave bought Xuan
Iron, then we can go directly to him and ask for it, which will save us all the money..."
The young man's nostrils were turned upward, as if it were natural, but what happened was far beyond his expectation.
"Begging for mercy? It's ridiculous. You are just two idiots. I can stab you to death with one finger of Xiang. If you want to get black iron from Xiang, you'd better go home and eat it!" Xiang Yu sneered disdainfully. Once upon a time,
Has anyone ever called the Overlord of Western Chu a "running dog"?
The humiliation in those words made Xiang Yu's originally sunny mood filled with gloom.
If they had not had some scruples about the slave alliance, the father and son would have been killed on the spot. However, Xiang Yu's words not only did not frighten Gongxi and his son, but instead screamed like two cats whose tails were stepped on.
"What did you say? What did you say? It's the other way around, it's the other way around!" Mr. Gongxi shouted in a high-pitched voice, and the young man's face turned red.
"You bitch, you dare to humiliate my father and son. You are seriously seeking death."
Following the cold and stern voice, the young man took a step forward, aimed at Xiang Yu's head, and punched him. His fist roared, and it was at least three to four thousand kilograms strong. He was obviously an expert.
If an ordinary person's head was hit by this punch, it would definitely be like a watermelon under a hammer. The young man's attack was so vicious that he obviously wanted to kill Xiang Yu. But as a fledgling, he had no idea what the person in front of him was.
fear.
"roll."
Xiang Yu took the initiative, and with just one slap, the young man's 100-pound body flew away, roaring for more than ten meters, and fell on the blue and white stone outside the hall, vomiting blood from his mouth.
"You, you bitch slave, I will fight you."
Mr. Gongxi's eyes immediately turned red when he saw his beloved son being injured. He had the early stage of Qi training and burst out with ten thousand kilograms of force, carrying a fierce wind as strong as a chao and rushed towards Xiang Yu.
"roll."
Another word "Go", Xiang Yu kicked out, and kicked Mr. Gongxi's body weighing more than 200 kilograms out of the door again. He flew further than his son and vomited more blood from his mouth.
"hiss--"
Behind the scenes, Mrs. Jie Yu and Craftsman Meng Hui gasped.
"It's amazing. The Xiang Yu in front of me is so powerful. A warrior in the early stage of Qi refining who possesses tens of thousands of kilograms of strength was kicked away by him so easily. How powerful is he really?"