Feng Feiyun is fourteen years old, it is a merry young man, today he changed into a purple silk gold-inlaid robe, his hair is tied in a bun behind his head, and he is holding a sandalwood rice paper folding fan in his hand, which looks unprecedentedly handsome.
Feng Feiyun was originally delicate, like a little scholar, but now that he has cultivated the immortal phoenix body, his temperament is completely different from before, he looks heroic, and there is a faint hint of a free and easy atmosphere.
Even the two minions, Feng Ping and Feng An, were stunned for a long time after seeing Feng Feiyun, as if they didn't know him anymore.
"Let's go, let's go to the Silver Hook Workshop now, you two are stunned, don't lead the way ahead."
Feng Feiyun scolded.
Only then did the two minions come back to their senses and hurriedly lead the way.
Silver Hook Fang is located in the prosperous area of the south of Lingzhou City, the building is as high as seven floors, bricks and wood, carved dragons and phoenixes, and has become one of the landmark buildings of Lingzhou City.
The things bought in the Silver Hook Workshop are not only weapons, but also some exotic treasures, pills, armor, etc., everything that is related to cultivation is sold here, but many things are not affordable for ordinary people.
"Hey, this is not Young Master Feng, what kind of wind blew your great god today, please come in, please come in" Zheng Dongliu is the head of the Silver Hook Fang, who is over sixty years old, knows countless people, and his eyes are quite vicious, and he recognized Feng Feiyun at a glance.
Although Zheng Dongliu's eyes are not fiery eyes, they are also well-read, sophisticated and deep, as sharp as eagles and falcons.
Feng Feiyun is the first time to come to Silver Hook Fang, but this Tai Sui Ye of Lingzhou City has already been written into his account book, this is a big money owner, and he needs to be properly received.
Feng Feiyun pinched the folding fan, walked into the Silver Hook Workshop gracefully, and said with a smile: "The Silver Hook Workshop really lives up to its reputation, this is the first time for Young Master Ben, but you, the principal, already know me." ” "If anyone in Lingzhou City doesn't know you Young Master Feng, then this business will definitely not be able to operate."
Zheng Dongliu invited Feng Feiyun to the inner hall and prepared a pot of good tea, which was particularly familiar.
Feng Feiyun was not polite, just sat down, and said with a smile: "Mr.
Principal's joke is too big, others may not be able to operate, but Silver Hook Fang is definitely not among them." ” The elder behind the Silver Hook Workshop is the Silver Hook family, as one of the four major families of the Shenjin Dynasty, it is not something that ordinary people can afford to offend.
Feng Feiyun naturally wouldn't be stupid enough to argue with the Silver Hook family, at least he didn't have that strength yet.
As soon as Feng Feiyun entered the door, Zheng Dongliu was looking at the legendary Second Lord of Lingzhou City, but the image that Feng Feiyun gave him was completely different from what he imagined.
This Young Master Feng doesn't seem to be a straw bag Zheng Dongliu snorted and asked, "Young Master Feng has nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, and I don't know what I want to buy when I go to the Silver Hook Workshop."
"Weapons, the best magic weapons in your Silver Hook Workshop."
Wind Flying Cloud Road.
Zheng Dongliu said: "There are twenty-eight kinds of weapons, swords, knives, rings, hooks, guns, etc., I don't know which one Young Master Feng wants to buy."
"Knife" Wind Flying Cloud Road.
"The knife is divided into thirty-four categories, horse chopping knife, lancet, Pu knife, Yanling knife, big ring knife, tiger tooth knife, etc., I don't know which one Young Master Feng wants" Zheng Dongliu is obviously a shrewd businessman, extremely familiar with any commodity, otherwise he would not be able to be the head of the branch of Silver Hook Fang.
"Heavy knife" wind flying cloud road.
Zheng Dongliu was surprised, no matter how this young master Feng looked, he looked like a powerless person, could he hold a heavy knife Although he was full of questions, Zheng Dongliu was a businessman, and a shrewd businessman naturally knew how to control his mouth, so he didn't ask the doubts in his heart.
"Heavy knives, the lightest ones are eighty-nine pounds, and they are divided into three grades, fine iron knives, treasure knives, and spirit knives.
I believe that a blade of this level of the fine iron knife can't be looked down on by Young Master Feng's eyes.
And now there are a total of two excellent extremely heavy treasure knives in the Silver Hook Workshop, which can be chosen by Young Master Feng.
Zheng Dong said.
There are three levels of blades: weapons, treasures, and spiritual weapons.
The best weapons are made of fine iron, which can split all iron ingots with a single knife without damaging the blade.
However, a lowest-level treasure weapon can easily cut off the top-level weapon, and it is extremely tough, and it is made of some special metals and materials, which is very precious.
As for the spiritual weapons above the treasure soldiers, they are even more rare, each of them is an earth-shattering divine blade, even if it is exchanged for ten cities, no one is willing to exchange it.
The Silver Hook Workshop in Lingzhou City now does not have a single spiritual weapon, and the spiritual weapon-level blades can only be bought in the Silver Hook General Workshop.
Zheng Dongliu led Feng Feiyun to the fifth floor of the Silver Hook Workshop The higher you go, the higher the quality of the weapon, and the more heavily guarded.
The first treasure-level heavy knife was carried up by two guards, the whole body was pitch black, the blade was two meters long, the blade was as wide as a door panel, the back of the knife was half a palm thick, and it was engraved with animal patterns, exuding a cold air, like a war knife made of ice.
It's a real chill, and people can't help but shudder.
"This treasure knife is called Barbarian Fang, weighing three hundred and forty-two catties, it is made of deep-sea dark iron, the blade is cold, and a knife that cuts off a person's neck can instantly freeze people's blood, so after killing, there is no blood on the blade."
Zheng Dongliu carried a bucket of water and poured it directly on the blade of the knife, and suddenly made a "snort" sound, and the water was frozen into a layer of ice before it dripped from the blade.
"This knife costs three thousand gold coins."
One gold coin, one hundred silver coins, and ten thousand copper coins One gold coin is enough for an ordinary family to live for a year, so it can be seen that 3,000 gold coins is definitely a huge amount of money, which is an astronomical amount in the eyes of ordinary people.
"Good knife" Feng Feiyun clapped his hands and praised, then shook his head, and said: "It's a pity that this knife is too big, is there a heavy knife with a smaller blade?"
Feng Feiyun didn't mention the price of the knife at all, and it was obvious that three thousand gold coins were not at all pressure on him.
"Yes" Zheng Dongliu ordered someone to lift the second treasure knife up This second knife is only about three feet long, and the blade is about the width of the back of the hand, showing a crimson color, the texture is simple and delicate, and there is a warm feeling when you touch the blade with your hand.
The blade of the knife looks unpretentious, the blade looks quite rough, and there are gaps, without the slightest sense of delicacy of the sword.
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Zheng Dongliu sighed and said: "This knife is called Red Dragon, the material is quite special, and after identification, it contains nine rare kinds of iron, although the length is only three feet, but it weighs two hundred and forty catties, which is simply surprising." ” After seeing this knife, a strange color flashed in Feng Feiyun's eyes, and he suddenly stood up, his fingers gently stroked the blade, and his heart was overjoyed, according to his intuition, although this knife sold a little differently, but the power was definitely more than ten times that of the previous knife.
He could feel that there seemed to be an aura flowing from the knife, and this feeling was so subtle that no one but him could detect it.
"This is a spiritual weapon-level knife, but the blade is broken, and almost all the spiritual energy inside is removed, so no one can recognize that it was once a spiritual weapon."
Feng Feiyun's fingers touched the broken point, and he made such a judgment in his heart.
Although it is a broken spiritual weapon, its power is not comparable to that of ordinary treasures.
Feng Feiyun withdrew his hand silently, nodded, and said, "This knife is in love with me, Director Zheng, how to sell this knife" "Five thousand gold coins."
Zheng Dongliu naturally knew that this knife was extraordinary, but he didn't know why it was extraordinary, so after quoting this price, his heart was still drumming, and he glanced at Feng Feiyun slightly from the corner of his eye.
This broken knife is a remnant of a spiritual weapon, worth more than 50,000 gold coins, Feng Feiyun secretly laughed in his heart Zheng Dongliu didn't know the goods, but his face showed hesitation, frowned and said: "Master Zheng, you are cheating on me, 5,000 gold coins are enough for this young master to play 5,000 top beauties, a broken knife is worth 5,000 gold coins, isn't this a money robbery."
Zheng Dongliu said with a smile: "How much does Young Master Feng think is appropriate?"
"Three thousand gold coins."
Wind Flying Cloud Road.
"Okay, that's it."
Zheng Dongliu agreed, as if he was afraid of Feng Feiyun's return, and his face smiled, and the three thousand gold coins were already twice as high as his estimated price.
Seeing that Zheng Dongliu agreed so quickly, Feng Feiyun sighed secretly in his heart, it seems that his price is still high, but three thousand gold coins to buy a spirit-level broken knife, Feng Feiyun has already made a lot of money.
Zheng Dongliu smiled more happily than Feng Feiyun, and specially presented a pair of fine iron scabbards, carved with gorgeous textures, which looked quite high-grade.
"Young Master Feng, if I don't have this knife delivered to your house in person?"
The Red Dragon Treasure Knife weighed two hundred and forty catties, and Zheng Dongliu was naturally not quite able to handle it, so he asked this question.
"No, you don't."
After Feng Feiyun paid the golden ticket, he reached out and took the Crimson Treasure Knife, held it in his hand, and then turned around and went downstairs directly.
Zheng Dongliu stared at him in shock as he walked down the stairs, and only after a long time did he come back to his senses and muttered to himself: "Strange thing, strange thing, the legendary straw bag turned out to be a master, interesting, interesting, it seems that you have to sell this news to Feng Suiyu immediately, and you will definitely be able to sell it for a good price." ” "Young master, this is the treasure knife you bought" The two house slaves who were waiting outside the Silver Hook Workshop saw Feng Feiyun walking out of it, so they greeted them.
"It's just a broken knife, nothing to look at."
Feng Feiyun smiled and nodded, and took the lead to go out.
Feng Ping and Feng An chased after them from behind, and asked, "Young Master, where are we going?"
"Drinking tea" "The best teahouse in Lingzhou City is Zhujian Pavilion, and the oldest teahouse is the water purification platform, which one are you going to, young master?"
Feng Feiyun smiled without saying a word, and walked quickly through the ancient street, even if he was holding a knife weighing two hundred and forty pounds, he still walked like a fly, and the two people who followed behind were so tired that he couldn't breathe.
Now that the cultivation has reached the early stage of spiritual introduction, a long river of spiritual energy has been bred in the dantian, which can be regarded as a preliminary step into the threshold of cultivating immortals, and Feng Feiyun's mood has never been better.
After crossing three main streets, Feng Feiyun stopped at the mouth of a simple and remote alley.
At the mouth of the alley was an old open-air tea shed, with a thatched roof and five worn-out tables underneath, one of which had a wooden board next to it, on which the word "tea" was written crookedly on charcoal.
Feng Ping and Feng An panted and chased after him, standing behind Feng Feiyun, looking at the tea shed at the mouth of the alley not far away, all of them had a sudden look.
"It turns out that the young master didn't drink tea, but the little lady of the Luo family."
Feng Pingyin laughed.
"Last time, the young master was soft-hearted and let her go, but this time she is in a catastrophe, quack" Feng An smiled even more vividly.
This tea shed is run by Luo Yuer and Luo Laohan Feng Feiyun is naturally not a bully now, let alone violent to Luo Yuer, he just wants to take a look at Luo Laohan's injuries, after all, this old man and granddaughter are lonely, helpless, and injured by their own domestic slaves, and they have to bear some responsibility.
Giving them some money can also make their lives a little better.
Feng Feiyun raised his eyes and saw the little lady of the Luo family who was boiling tea in the tea shed, petite and slim, like a little sister next door.
The gentle wind blew over, blowing off the blue hairband on her head, and the green silk was scattered, like a waterfall.
The wind also blows away the hot mist, and the fragrance of tea fills the ancient street.
Anyway, tomorrow is Monday, and we will start rushing to the new book list in the early hours of this evening.
In the early hours of the morning, Lao Jiu will directly send ten chapters down, and I hope that you will help Lao Jiu to rush to the new book list.
Don't say too much, rush to the top 15 first, and enter the homepage Generally, the points of the new book list are based on the clicks, collections, and flowers of the day.
The number of flowers is particularly important, if you can have three or four hundred flowers a day, then you can steadily rush to the new book list.
As long as everyone throws it casually, three or four hundred flowers, it shouldn't be difficult to sweat a day: