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Chapter 927 Picking a Weapon

"Call over here, all the professional sword forging masters here!" Yang Chen turned his head, looked at the servants beside him, and reminded: "By the way, we must be the best sword masters, you understand ?"

"Understand, understand, don't worry!" The servant nodded quickly, and walked towards the group of refiners. After a few minutes, a group of refiners walked over and stood neatly beside Yang Chen. in front of you.

"Guest officer, look, these are the most outstanding sword forging masters in our forging shop!" The servant pointed to the group of forging masters and said with a smile.

"Well……"

Yang Chen nodded, and carefully looked at the group of people. These craftsmen were all muscular, and their muscles were as hard as rocks. It was not difficult to see that this group of people must have often dealt with iron hammers.

But as for their refining level, Yang Chen still needs to verify it.

However, before Yang Chen could speak, one of the craftsmen said: "Sir, you said you want to order weapons? But let me remind you, ordering a weapon requires tens of thousands of coins." , are you sure you have money?"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the other refiners also showed suspicion. After all, Yang Chen didn't look like a rich man, so it's no wonder they were suspicious when such a person came to order weapons.

Seeing everyone's doubts, Yang Chen was not angry, and directly took out a bank note from his arms, pressed it on the table, and said with a faint smile: "Everyone, do you think this bank note is enough to pay for your training?" Equipment fee?"

Everyone frowned and looked over, but it was only a glance, but everyone took a deep breath.

"One... ten million?"

"Ten million ghost coins!"

Everyone's complexion changed suddenly, especially the craftsman who raised the question just now, his face showed respect immediately, he cupped his fists and said: "I'm sorry, respected guest, please forgive my rudeness just now!"

The others also reacted, and immediately hugged Yang Chen.

A person like this who can casually carry 10 million on his body is simply the best among local tyrants. How dare they offend such an expensive guest?

"Sir, please choose any refiner here!" The lead refiner said respectfully.

"No hurry, I want to take a look at the weapons you forged before, and then make a decision!" Yang Chen waved his hand and said calmly.

"Okay, please follow me."

The refiner nodded, and then walked towards the corner of the room with Yang Chen. He raised his hand, tapped lightly on the wall, and then heard a "click", as if some mechanism had been touched, and the wall turned over.

The inner surface of the wall is exposed to everyone's sight, and on this inner surface, there are a variety of weapons hanging impressively. All kinds of exquisite weapons are overwhelming, and the luster of the metal reflects in the air, exuding a sharp cold light.

The craftsman took down a blue long sword from the wall, handed it to Yang Chen, and said respectfully: "Please look, sir, this sword is called Qingming Sword, it is seven inches long and has a sharp edge. Slashing iron like mud! Even an ordinary evil spirit would not dare to take this sword lightly!"

Yang Chen nodded, took the sword from his hand, and weighed it in his hand. Afterwards, under everyone's surprised gazes, Yang Chen suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped the Qingming Sword's blade.

"Sir, be careful!"

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help exclaiming, this Qing Ming sword is a divine sword that cuts iron like mud and cuts hair and hair! Yang Chen dared to touch the blade directly with his hands? Aren't you afraid that all five fingers will be cut off?

However……

Immediately afterwards, a shocking scene appeared.

I saw that the imaginary Yang Chen's finger was cut and did not appear. The moment Yang Chen held the Qingming Sword, Yang Chen's right hand was slightly exerted. Immediately afterwards, there was a "bang", and the Qingming sword was broken directly, and the fragments fell to the ground with a tinkling sound.

The Qingming sword that "cuts iron like mud" was crushed by Yang Chen?

hiss!

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help taking a deep breath, and the faces of several craftsmen trembled even more, with unbelievable expressions in their eyes.

"Broken...broken?" The servant was startled.

Yang Chen sneered, threw the Qingming Sword directly on the ground, and said lightly: "Is this the sword that cuts iron like mud? It's not good! Could it be that you have nothing to get?" Something to sell? Go ahead! Don’t worry, I can afford the money!”

Hearing Yang Chen's words, the faces of the craftsmen also turned blue and purple. As craftsmen, weapons are their lives. But now that their lives are being ridiculed like this, how can they bear it? The anger in my heart was also aroused.

"Since sir doesn't like the Qingming Sword, how about this sword?" At this time, another person came over, holding a red long sword in his hand, like a condensed flame, the body of the sword They all exude a hot breath, which makes people shy away.

"This sword, Zhu Rongjian!"

"I forged it half a month ago with the horn of the fire ghost and 30% fine iron. The sword body is as hot as magma. Combined with the fire-attribute martial arts, the sword can exert its most powerful force." strength!"

"Zhu Rong sword?" Yang Chen frowned slightly, and took the sword over. Sure enough, as the master craftsman said, without any spiritual power, the blade of the sword was extremely hot. If an ordinary person hastily grasped the hilt of the sword without knowing it, he might be melted into blood directly.

Seeing Yang Chen take the sword, the refiners around him also sneered, their faces full of confidence.

However……

They hadn't been complacent for long, only to hear the sound of "Chi Chi" from Yang Chen's right hand, and bursts of green mist billowed out like rolling ink. Under the erosion of these green mist, the crimson Zhu Rong sword was twisted strangely.

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Rongjian melted into a puddle of molten iron under everyone's shocked eyes, smoking smokily.

"Zhu Rongjian!"

Seeing this scene, the refiner's face changed drastically, and he immediately exclaimed.

Yang Chen shook his head, with dissatisfaction in his eyes, and said: "Everyone, today I came to order weapons sincerely. If you come out with this kind of third-rate weapons again, I'm sorry, I may have to leave It's gone! I don't have the time to chat with you here!"