Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 1055 Exploring in the dark night

"It also includes the craft of making Longwu." After listening to Solar's confession, Bedieville could not help but sigh: "It's a pity."

At this point, the knocking iron in the room gradually became smaller, and the weapon seemed to be ready.

"No way, because the old stubborns are not allowed to make Longwu's craftsmanship outside the family." Solar stood up and patted the dust on his pants: "And I am too lazy to learn, but learning is just a waste of time." ""

"Also." The werewolf also jumped from the big stone sitting, and could not help but feel a bit sad. The ancient dragon hunting people made Longwu's magical skills, and they really have to disappear from the planet.

The dragon hunters are not only aging and dying, but their spirits are aging and dying. This is an unbearable reality.

Bedieville looked at Solar again. The last-generation of this dragon-hunter family seems to be very happy, and there is no pessimism that is about to face extinction. Maybe a family of people, for the swordsman Soral, but a kind of relief.

"Okay." Odin dad took Biddyville's tortoise whip and walked out of the house. "It may feel completely different from before, waving it and looking at it?"

"Hey, is this my whip?" The werewolf looked at the wand that turned into a pure black. The soft, flesh-colored ligament of the tortoise whip has completely changed, as if it had been roasted, or soaked in the potion of leather, and turned into a real leather.

When I was in my hand, Bedieville also found that the whip was harder and heavier, and the feel was completely changed - not to mention the black metal handle that the old man had put forward.

The Werewolf youth was crying and sulking: "What did you do to my turtle tongue? Is this really my whip?!"

"Hey! Don't ask Dong to ask the West, just try it!" The old man threatened with a hammer.

Bediville had to step back and wave his whip to test the knife.

Hey! The black whip swept past and made a steady, thick squeak.

The initial feeling was [heavy]. The whip is much heavier than the original, like a mixture of iron. The average person can't swing this whip without a strong arm, but Biddiville, who uses a metal prosthetic whip, has no such restrictions;

Snapped! The black whip patted the ground and made a deep hole in the sandstone ground.

It feels like [狠]. After the whip enchantment became unusual "sharp". At first glance, it is a blunt hit, but it is actually a knife cut. When the whip body touches the surface of the object, the impact will cause numerous rough, whip-like, saw-like photon blades on the surface of the rough whip. Cut off!

Make a stroke plan! The werewolf uses the power of the arm to drive the whip, allowing the black tongue of the tortoise to make countless incredible movements in the air, twisting like a tentacle.

The final feeling is [light]. That's right, it's [light]! Compared to the previous tortoise whip, this improved black whip has better electrical conductivity and is more flexible to operate. Although it looks a lot harder and heavier, these changes do not affect the operation of the gas-operated tortoise whip, but instead become better manipulated because of its own hardening. This is really an intriguing strange thing!

"Okay," what the **** is going on, Beddyville finally understood: "Do you really put the molten iron in?!"

"It's not hot metal, it's tungsten." Odin said proudly.

"Tungsten?!" The werewolf stunned for half a second: "Is that... used in an old electric light bulb, something like a hairline?"

"That's that." The blacksmith sneered: "Tungsten is a very good metal with electrical conductivity, heat resistance and ductility. It is mixed in a whip to make it fully integrated into the Nile swamp giant tortoise. In the lingual fiber, it will eventually become like this. In order to increase the strength of the lash without affecting its softness and operability, this is the only way to transform it."

"But, if it's tungsten... I always feel very easy to break?" Bettiville's mind repeatedly repeated the picture of the light bulb breaking the tungsten wire: "Is there really no problem in using weapons?"

That is of course only the understanding of Bedieville's wishful thinking. Solar couldn’t help but be guilty. This is not the case. The tungsten filaments on the bulbs are easily broken because they are made thinner than the hair strands, evaporate continuously under long-term energization and heat, and finally become too thin and fragile. The tortoise whip mixed with tungsten is several thousand times more than the tungsten wire in the bulb, and there is no problem of long-term energization and heating, so it is impossible to break it so easily.

"They all have been attached to the devil." The answer given by the old man is quite different from the idea of ​​the swordsman: "The strength and toughness of the sorcerer will increase greatly, and the problem that the tungsten metal is easy to break has long been ignored."

"Yes? Okay." The werewolf stunned for a while and actually agreed: "In short, as long as it can be touched with the lightsaber without breaking it, it will be qualified."

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"Qualified? Hehehehehe--" The old man sneered arrogantly. "How can the weapon made by Laozi be only [qualified]! Look at it, this weapon must have room for evolution! What rare things do you find later? The material, remember to come to me, I can use them to continue to strengthen this whip!"

"I will talk about it later." Bedieville was quite afraid of this strong old man.

"Then, the rest of the weapons are also coming to you, old man." Solar handed his two scimitars to Odin's daddy: "The enchantment does not seem to consume a lot of insecticide, you can borrow a little Is the insecticide used, my friend?"

"Yes, let's leave a bucket." The werewolf got a new toy and was playing with a black whip. He is absent-minded and extraordinarily wide: "No. Leave two buckets for spare, just put them here. Please feel free to use them when building weapons."

"Hey, obviously a poor ghost, but it is lavish? Then I will accept it." The old man’s words were stabbed, and Betdiville was aggrieved.

He took over the two machetes of Solar and the short sword of Bediville, and asked: "What about the remaining worms? What are you going to do?"

"Of course it was sold to the black market?" Bedieville asked without hesitation.

"It’s too wasteful." The old man waved his hand dismissively: "How much can you sell a bucket of worm? Ten thousand yuan? 20,000? Those businessmen are veterans of long-term business, no matter how much you ask for price, they wear out The mouth can press down the price, and the result is always you. After all, you are only selling [semi-finished products]. In fact, there are a lot of good insects in hand, just take a sword and attach a magic can buy Two or three thousand, and the material you consume is insignificant."

The werewolf's ear moved, vaguely smelling it was a good idea to get rich and get rich: "So... what advice do you have, old man?"

"My proposal is to call your child who is a weapon, he will make weapons, and I will use a worm to attach a demon. This has become a group of very good quality munitions. Take this munition to the black market. When you auction at the auction, you will earn it."

"Hey, why do you don't personally make weapons?" Biddyville wondered: "If you do..."

"Too trouble!" the old man said: "The enchantment is easy to do. It is another matter to build a weapon from scratch!"

"Uh……"

"The old man's principle is to make weapons only with keels," Solar said for Biddiville. "Every weapon he makes will be sky-high, no one dares to buy it."

He asked Odin old man: "Children? Why do you know that the person who made these weapons is a child?"

"Of course I know. Although his idea of ​​making weapons is novel and his workmanship is unique, he is too naive after all. Put the gem on the knife to increase the resistance to electric power? Hehe--"Odin's old man criticized without mercy:" Although this gorgeous weapon can be praised as a work of art in the market, it will make the hilt easier to break in order to increase the hole in which the gemstone is grooved. In other words, it is invisible. The little devil will come up with such a broken idea, and the little devil who came up with such a broken idea may not mature enough in his mind!"

"I understand." The more I listened to Bedieville, the more depressed I was. "If you say it, I will tell Szeged untouched."

"Yes. I am never afraid of grievances with people." Odin sang his eyebrows and said very high-profilely: "So the kid is called Szeged? How old? Ten years old?"

"Huh...18 years old. Probably." Bettiville tried his best to suppress the smile: "I am sorry, the level of weapons that your Dragon Hunter can reach at the age of ten, he spent eight more years to catch up. ""

"Oh, that's fine." The old man waved his hammer. "In short, let him come. This childish boy needs to slowly, and when he grows up, this good embryo will be wasted."

If you are the old man, Beddyville can only understand half of it. But Odin’s dad said a lot, but he really wanted to see Segrad. In the end, let SGL did not see this crazy old man? Bedieville is still confused.

Seeing the werewolf hesitating, the old man picked up the Biddyville's lizard dagger and quickly removed the gold crystal gemstone from it. He poured a little bit of the worm from the water bottle and wiped it a few times on the blade. . After he got it, he pretended to hammer the sword with a hammer and knocked it a few times: "This is handled. You can take this to the black market and see how much you can earn?"

"That's just a simple deal..." Bedieville hid behind Solar and spit.

"Just take it and sell it!" The old man yelled: "If you are satisfied with the price of it, let's talk about cooperation. I don't want to bully the business, I won't bury you for dozens of barrels of worms in that area." !"

"Okay... okay." Biddeville did not think that Odin would be the kind of profiteer. Although the old man has a bad temper, it is quite fair to start a business. The werewolf turned to the magic swordsman for help: "Help me take care of the goods, I will come back when I go."

"I don't need to be too anxious, I am very busy here too!" The old man had already entered the room with the double curved knife of Solar, and began to slammed.

Soral shrugged and watched Bediville leave.