The Portal of Wonderland

Shi Mu was in a great mood at the moment, and put up the charm paper on the stone table again. After a little divinity, the light car once again plotted the road.

Thanks to the success of the precedent, the next step is to draw the ladies of the gourd, and the speed has improved considerably.

When the sun set, Ishima finally drew three more lightweight symbols, but unfortunately, only twice this time, and the spiritual power in the Wind Spirit Stone was completely depleted.

Ishima looked at the two lightweight charms just made, and a hint of reflection flashed in her eyes. As the complexity of the charms increased, the perfect replication effect of the magnification of her eyes would also diminish somewhat.

But even so, he was satisfied. In the face of such complex tokens, ordinary tokenists can only draw on their senses once, and the low success rate is conceivable.

He has now reached the third level of his divinity and like heavenly elephant kung fu, and with this lightweight character as the base card, he should be able to compete for a better ranking in the annual doorpiece ratio. After all, the prize of Big Big Big Big is far from comparable.

Until then, however, he needed to prepare a weapon before he could use it. Just now, when he carried out the 13-style windsword continuously, he had already felt this ordinary quality belt knife, he could not bear all his weather, and he could no longer fully utilize his strength.

After considering everything, Shi Mu returned to the stone bed, one plate of legs, and the five hearts began to practice like heaven's work.

In the early morning of the next day, Shi Mu left the residence and the familiar gate came to the Zhao Blacksmith's Shop at the fire party.

“Brother Shi, you busy man, why are you free to come to my shop? Is there anything your brother can do for you?” Zhao Pingyuan saw Shi Lian and greeted him with a laugh.

“Brother Zhao laughed! Looking at the door, I want to find a weapon while I can. This is not the first time I think of you.” Ishima said with a smile.

For the past six months, every time he came here to buy Dan medicine, he stopped by to check it out.

After all, something in the Bell Craft Secret Book has always been of interest to them.

It's just that he didn't have much silver on him before, and the blacksmiths outside were too poor to make a few pieces.

Over the past six months, he gradually became rich in silver, so Zhao Ping asked him to help him build some mechanical institutions, and the two of them came and went, quite familiar.

“It turns out, Master Shi, hurry inside please.” Zhao Pinghe laughed and invited Shi Lian into the shop.

At this moment, it is too early to say that the guests, even the original disciples of miscellaneous service have not yet arrived, seems a little cold.

Outside the shop, the wooden shelves on both sides are filled with all kinds of blades, knife guns, sword trite, as well as fantastic weaponry such as the Kunkun Circle, Yuanyang, etc.

However, Shi Mu has come here many times, I have not been interested in seeing all of this.

“Don't know what weapons Brother Shi wants? These things outside are not top notch, the real good ones are all inside, please let me come in and see.” Zhao Ping laughed, walking straight inside.

The interior is a compartment more than twice as small as the exterior, with twenty or thirty weapons, although the quality is clearly much higher than the exterior.

“I use the knife well, Brother Zhao recommend me a copy.” Ishima looked around and said so.

Zhao Ping nodded and took a two-foot long, silver-white knife from the side and handed it to Shi Mu, introducing:

“This knife is made of crystalline iron beneath the sea, not only sturdy and sharp, but also bristled with a hint of ice. ”

Ishima picked it up and frowned slightly.

A knife is a good knife, but the weight is a little too light for him today, holding it as light as a feather in his hand.

“The knife is good, it's just too light. Change it to something heavier.” Ishima handed the knife back.

Zhao Ping heard that this cold iron knife had at least 50 kg, enough to withstand true breath infusion. It was definitely enough for ordinary acquired warriors, but he quickly recalled the amazing power displayed when Shi Lian hit the iron, and there was some suddenness in his heart.

He bowed down again and picked out a long bronze knife, which he handed to Shi Mu:

“This is a treasure knife made of red copper stone, weighing 137 kg. Try again, Brother Shi. ”

Stone grabbed the knife handle and the wrist trembled slightly.

The sound of "chi chi chi" sounded sharply, and a series of knives appeared and emitted Sensen chi rays.

Zhao Ping's eyes flashed a little horrified. With his strength to enter the middle of the day, he could not see any change in knife method.

The shadow suddenly dissipated, Ishima looked at the long knife in her hand and still shook her head slightly:

“Or is it a little lighter, is there something heavier? ”

Zhao Ping looked silly and still felt light with a knife weighing more than 100 kg...

“The heaviest knife in my shop is almost one or two hundred kilograms, the heavier knife is really...” Zhao Ping smiled bitterly, speaking of which the voice suddenly stopped and revealed a sincere divine color.

“Brother Zhao, what's wrong?” Shi Mu's eyes saw Zhao Ping's expression change and his brow tip picked, "he said.

“If it's a heavier knife, I really do have one in this shop, but this knife is a bit special...” Zhao Ping hesitated for a moment.

“Oh, what's so special about it, but it doesn't matter.” Shi Mu's eyes lit up and revealed a sense of interest.

“Read it first, Shi Xi will wait a moment.” Zhao Ping said to walk into a smaller room inside, and a moment later, he came out with a narrow, quaint red wooden box in his arms.

Shi Mu's eyes flashed, Zhao Ping held the box's arms and accumulated strength. His footsteps were also very heavy. It was obvious that the contents of the box were extremely heavy.

“Bang”, Zhao Ping placed the wooden box on the table, a heavy muffled sound.

Ishima's eyes flashed, opening the box cover, and her eyes flashed.

I saw a long, narrow knife lying in a wooden box, all black, and at first glance it was no surprise, but after a closer look, I felt that the knife was absolutely remarkable, and there was a dark light flowing through the knife.

Shi Mumei shot at the miracle and was slightly excited to grasp the knife handle and lifted it.

His face changed slightly, the knife seemed ordinary, but it was incredibly heavy, at least it looked like 500 kg, but he didn't know what material it was made of.

“Good knife! ”

Stone Pastor's fingers gently brushed over the knife body, a cold feeling coming from him, gripping the knife handle he couldn't help but have an impulse to slay hard.

His arm moved, the black light flashed, and the black knife crossed a test stone next to him.

The "click” sounded slightly, and the test-knife stone cast in stainless steel was cut in half from the middle and the cut was incredibly smooth.

Ishima's eyes shined and just cut off the test stone, he felt little resistance, as if he had cut a piece of tofu.

“Brother Shi is naturally divine! This knife was made of an extraterrestrial iron, but it took me three months to forge it for my brother's countless precious materials. The edge is sharp. It can be said to be the most proud weapon of Zhao's life!” Zhao Ping looked at Shi Lian lifting his weight as if he was waving a 500-kilogram long knife. He couldn't help but lift a thumb at him and couldn't help but be proud of the introduction.

“Nice indeed! Nearly...” Shi Lian weighed the black knife up and down, then put it back in the box for a moment and nodded with satisfaction.

“Don't be too busy making decisions about this knife, there is something I need to tell you about.” However, Zhao Ping shook his hand without waiting for Shi Mu to say the next words.

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