The Portal of Wonderland

“Brother Zhao has something to say, but it doesn't matter.” Stone herding brows slightly wrinkle.

“This knife is impeccable in terms of sharpness and toughness of material, but my brother will wonder why it is so heavy? A knife of this magnitude is a number of innate martial artists and is also unusable.” Zhao Ping said slowly.

Ishima's eyes moved and she did not speak, but there was this question in her heart.

Although the sword method is not as long as the sword method, it is also based on change. Too heavy a knife is naturally more detrimental to ordinary warriors than good.

Naturally, as he is born with divine strength, there will not be many practitioners who are known for their power.

“Zhao was naturally ecstatic when he got this Meteorite, and it took countless efforts to forge it into this knife. But I'm afraid Shi's brother didn't believe it. When this weapon was first forged, it actually weighed only about 100 kg.” Zhao Ping smiled bitterly.

“Just over a hundred pounds? ”

Shi Mu was shocked to hear this.

“After this knife was forged, I didn't intend to sell it immediately, but a few days later, something strange happened. The weight of the knife was actually getting heavier and heavier, and it doubled after a month, and by the second month, the weight had increased again by about 100 kg.” Zhao Ping sighed and said.

“What's all this weird?” Ishima said something incredible.

“It is incredible to say, but it is true again. The increase in the weight of this knife has slowed down over the next period, but by now it has reached 500 kg and should continue to gain weight in the future. It is also because of the heavy weight of the weapon that no one has been able to use it that it will remain in the bunker.” Zhao Ping said with a grin.

“This is really weird, but the reason for this should still be the material, and it should be the reason for the Meteorite.” Ishima said slowly.

This knife adds unprecedented weight for no reason, but Zhao Ping's face doesn't look like a lie.

“Zhao also thought so, and invited some seniors in the door to see the knife, but nobody recognized what kind of material it was. Brother Shi, if you don't mind the heavier and stunning price of this knife in the future, I would be happy to sell this weapon.” Zhao Ping sighed.

“Well, this knife is so divine, I'd rather have it. How much silver do you need?” After a little reflection, Shi Lian said without false reflection.

As the heavenly elephant cultivates, his strength will also grow, and naturally he will not care about the heavier problems of this knife. Zhao Ping sniffed, revealing a hint of hesitation, a moment later compared five fingers.

“Fifty thousand taels?” Stone herding brows wrinkled slightly, he said.

“It's half a million taels.” Zhao Ping reported the number of natural stone pasture face sinking.

“Brother Shi, it is not Zhao Wantian who asked for the price. When forging this knife, he spent countless precious materials. Some even refining the method to use the rare treasure, 500,000 taels is just enough for the next time.” Zhao Ping saw Shi Lian discolored and explained hastily.

Ishima still brows slightly wrinkled.

The silver on his body now adds up to about 400,000 taels. I'm afraid he needs to stick something else to get 500,000 taels. Although he is satisfied with all aspects of the blackknife, it is unrealistic to spend a naked man.

“In this way, if Shi's brother doesn't have enough silver, he can pay 60% first. For the rest, my brother refined a batch of tokens for me, which is a set-off. How about that?” Zhao Ping saw this, and turned his eyes and proposed suddenly.

“That's okay, but didn't you know Brother Zhao wanted to refine those charms?” Ishima nodded with a glance.

“Brother Shi, wait a minute.” Zhao Ping looked happy and turned around and walked inside. A moment later, he came out with a blank piece of paper and handed it to Shi Mu.

“Well, that's settled. ”

Ishima just swept the contents of the eyes and promised.

“Don't worry, Brother Shi, I'll send someone to your place later with the materials needed to make the inscription.” Zhao Ping saw this and was very happy.

Shi Lian nodded and took 300,000 taels of silver ticket out of his arms and handed it to Zhao Ping.

“By the way, Brother Zhao just said that forging this knife uses the material of the refinery, can you engrave some of the symbols on this black knife to make it a real instrument?” Shimaku thought of something again and asked.

He doesn't know much about magic instruments, but he has read on the Spirit Talisman Scripture that so-called magic instruments are used to attach symbols to weapons that give them the power they do not possess.

For example, engraving a number of fire attribute symbols on a weapon can make the weapon flame attack, which is much more powerful than an ordinary weapon.

Only the desire to promote weapons to magic instruments is extremely demanding for weapon materials. Only those forged with the finest materials are possible. Normal swords simply cannot withstand magic perfusion.

It is said that there is also a spiritual instrument on top of it, which is a genuinely spiritual treasure that has gone beyond the scope of weapons and belongs to a divine means.

It is said that there is more powerful presence on the spiritual apparatus, but what is it, and Ishima doesn't know.

“Zhao also thought that, although I know some means of refining the instrument, unfortunately, after the blade was cast into heavy weight, the knife became harder and the general flame could not make it smelt, let alone engrave the inscription on it.” Zhao Ping shook his head and laughed bitterly.

Shi Mu heard that his face suddenly sank.

He was willing to spend half a million taels of silver on this black knife, one reason being that he saw the material as special and likely to refine it into a manipulator.

“But it's not without a chance, and I've heard from one of my predecessors at the Fire Fair that Uncle Ju of Tibetan Sutra has a golden lizard summoned from other interfaces that can corrode and soften almost all the metal.” Zhao Pingmei said hastily, seeing that Shi Lian was not looking well.

“Are you serious?” Shi Mu shrugged.

“This is true! Zhao once saw that the senior asked for some poison to transform the golden lizard from Uncle Ju, and engraved a very high quality long sword, but the poison was extremely powerful. Although the black knife is special in material, it is also a metal, after all, there should be no problem.” Zhao Ping said with certainty.

“Thanks Brother Zhao for pointing it out. Looks like I'm going to find Uncle Ju.” After a moment of reflection, he arched his hand across the street and put the black knife back into the wooden box, single-handedly clamping it and walking toward the outside.

An hour later, Shi Mu arrived on the second floor of the Tibetan Sutra.

“Hey, what are you doing here again?” As soon as he walked into the pavilion of the Tibetan Scriptures, a sharp voice sounded.

In a giant golden birdcage, Nautilus Colour clapped his wings, crooked his head at the stone pasture and yelled.

(Finally, I'm tired of forgetting my words!