The Portal of Wonderland

At the moment, Shi Mu was in a good mood. He laid the paper on the stone table again, and after a certain amount of God, he once again painted the road.

As a result of success, the next step is to rely on the gourd to draw a scoop, and the speed has improved a lot.

When the sun went down, Shi Mu finally painted three light-weight characters, but it is a pity that this time only succeeded twice, and the spiritual power in Feng Lingshi was completely exhausted.

Shi Mu looked at the two light-weight characters that had just been made, and there was a slight reflection in his eyes. It seems that as the complexity of Fu Yu rises, the perfect copying effect of the magnifying power will be somewhat weakened.

But even then, he is very satisfied. Ordinary clerk faces this complex symbol, can only draw with feelings again and again, the success rate can be imagined.

He now has a sacred and prajna genius that has been repaired to the third level. Together with this light body as a card, it should be able to compete for a better ranking in the annual sect. After all, the prizes of Dabe are far from being comparable to the previous ones.

However, before that, he still needs to prepare a hand weapon. Just when he continued to display the 13th style, he already felt the ordinary waist knife, and could not bear all his natural instinct. It is no longer possible to fully exert his strength.

After Shi Mu considered everything clearly, he returned to the stone bed, and his legs and a plate, and the five hearts began to cultivate.

On the second day of the morning, Shi Mu left the residence, and the familiar door came to the front of the Zhao’s blacksmith shop.

"Shi Shidi, you are a busy man, how come I have to come to this small shop? Could it be to find what your brother is doing for you?" Zhao Ping saw Shimu far away and smiled and greeted him.

"Zhao Xiong made fun of it! Seeing that it is almost going to the door, I want to find a weapon of the hand, this is not the first one to think of you." Shi Mu said with a smile.

In the past six months, every time he came here to buy medicinal herbs, he would come here to see.

After all, there are some things recorded in the Secret of the Clock, which have always been of great interest.

It was just that he had not had much silver on his body, and the level of the blacksmith outside was too bad to make a few pieces.

In the past six months, he has become richer in silver. He asked Zhao Ping to help him build some ingenious organs. When they went to the two, they were quite familiar.

"It turned out to be like this, Shi Shidi quickly asked inside." Zhao Ping laughed and said, Shi She invited to the shop.

At this moment, the time is still early, and the shop said that the guests, even the original few comrades have not come, it seems a bit deserted.

Outside the shop, the wooden shelves on both sides are filled with various kinds of military blades, swords and swords, as well as Qiankun circle, 鸳鸯钺 and other Qimen weapons.

However, Shi Mu has been here many times. I have seen it for all of this, but I have no interest.

"I don't know what weapons Shishidi wants? The things that are placed outside are not top-level. The real good things are all inside. The stone masters come in with me." Zhao Ping laughed and said that the footsteps did not stop. Going inside.

In the middle is a compartment that is more than double the size of the outside, with twenty or thirty weapons placed, but the quality is significantly higher than the outside.

"I use the knife very well, Zhao Xiong recommended me a handle." Shi Mu looked around and said so.

Zhao Ping nodded and took a handle of two feet long from the side. The silver-white long knife was handed to Shi Mu and introduced:

"This knife is made of seabed cold crystal iron. It is not only strong and sharp, but also has a chilly hair, and it also has a touch of ice."

Shi Mu took over, licked, and frowned slightly.

The knife is a good knife, but the weight is too light for him, and it is as light as a feather.

"The knife is not bad, it is too light, change it with a handle." Shi Mu handed the knife back.

Zhao Ping heard a glimpse of it. This cold iron knife said that there are also fifty pounds. It can bear the infuriating perfusion. It is absolutely enough for the general martial arts, but he soon recalls the amazing power that Shimu exhibited when he hit the iron. Something awkward in my heart.

He took a look at it and took out a long bronze knife and handed it to Shi Mu:

"This handle is a sword that was forged with red copper. It weighs 137 kilograms. Shishidi tries again."

Shi Mu held the handle and his wrist shook slightly.

"嗤嗤" sounded sharply, and a series of knife shadows emerged, emitting a sensation.

Zhao Ping’s eyes flashed a trace of sorrow, and he was about to step into the mid-after-the-day strength.

The knife shadow suddenly dissipated, and Shi Mu looked at the long knife in his hand, still shaking his head slightly:

"It's still a bit lighter, is there something heavier?"

Zhao Ping’s face is a bit, and the knife of a hundred kilograms is still too light...

"The knife in my shop is about one or two hundred pounds, and the heavier knife is really..." Zhao Ping smiled bitterly, saying that the sound suddenly stopped here, revealing a look of indulgence.

"What happened to Zhao Xiong?" Shi Mu saw the change of Zhao Ping's look, and his eyebrows picked it up and said.

"If you say a more heavy knife, I still have a handle in this shop, but this knife is special..." Zhao Ping hesitated and said.

"Oh, what's special, but it's fine." Shimu's eyes lit up, revealing a look of interest.

"Let's see it before, Shi Shidi waited for a while." Zhao Ping said that he walked into a small room inside. After a while, his hands were holding a narrow and simple mahogany box and walked out.

Shi Mu eyes flashed, Zhao Ping hugged the arms of the box and the footsteps were very heavy. It was obvious that the weight of the contents in the box was extremely heavy.

With a bang, Zhao Ping placed the wooden box on the table and made a heavy muffled sound.

Shi Mu eyes flashed, opened the lid, and the eyes were bright.

I saw a narrow long knife lying in the wooden box. It was black and black, and it looked unremarkable at first glance. But after a glance, I felt that this knife was nothing, and there was a faint black light flowing on the knife.

Shi Mumu shot a strange light, a little excited to grasp the handle, lifted up.

His face changed slightly. This knife looks ordinary, but it is very strange. He said that there are also five hundred pounds, but I don't know what kind of material was forged.

"Good knife!"

Shi Mu fingers gently licked the blade, a cold feeling came, holding the handle, he could not help but have the urge to kill.

His arm moved, black light flashed, and the black long knife crossed the teststone next to him.

"咔嚓" sounded softly, and the test stone cast by the steel was broken into two halves from the middle, and the incision was smooth.

Shi Mu’s eyes brightened and he just cut off the test stone. He barely felt much resistance, as if he had a piece of tofu.

"The stone brothers are naturally born! This knife is made of a kind of extraterrestrial iron. At the beginning, it took a lot of precious materials for the brother. It took three months to forge it. The end is sharp and can be said to be Zhao is the most proud weapon in his life!" Zhao Ping looked at Shimu’s weightlessly waving a long knife of five hundred pounds, and could not help but give a thumb and could not help but introduce it.

"Sure enough! It is..." Shi Mu looked up and down the black long knife. After a moment, he put it back in the box and nodded with satisfaction.

"The younger brother should not be busy making decisions. There are still some things to talk about with this knife." However, before he told Shimu to speak the next words, Zhao Ping shook his hand and interrupted.

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