The Hero Kneels

The old man froze for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say. ?шщЩ.suimEnG.1a

This is so frightening, how can the other party snap the blade in half with a flick of a finger, is there something wrong with this batch of goods?

No, although the steel material and manufacturing process of this batch of goods are a bit rough, the quality will not be much higher, but the quality of the steel material will not be that bad, it is impossible to be so brittle, and you can inspect the goods yourself.

"Boss, I said it was too light, please don't fool me with rubbish, okay?" Ye Dou threw away the hilt of the sword dissatisfied, his eyes were full of disgust.

The old man straightened his chest, and said forcefully: "Who said that my sword will have a garbage cold weapon? Next, I will show you what a good sword is."

He gestured to the clerk in the store, turned around and opened a cabinet full of beautiful things in eyes, and a secret door appeared behind it, which seemed to be brightly lit.

"Young man, let me show you the fine works in our Dao Jian Zhang collection, come with me." The old man said, walking forward with his head held high.

Ye Dou followed directly behind the opponent, stepped into it, quickly passed through a long and dim passage, and soon reached the innermost hall.

Tut tut tut!

Rather than saying that this is a hall, it is better to say that this is a large armory, and Ye Dou couldn't help but smack his lips.

Unexpectedly, there is such a warehouse-like armory hidden in Daojianzhang's main store, with rows of various weapons arranged in rows of weapon racks.

Swords, guns and sticks, axes and forks, and rows of weapons are layered on top of each other. There are so many kinds of weapons that Ye Dou can't see them all. They are much more than the weapons in the store before.

However, there are also some customers and staff here. It seems that this is a place dedicated to purchasing weapons for VIPs, and at the same time it also serves as a warehouse.

The old man led Ye Dou all the way through the rows of weapon racks, and soon came to a weapon rack full of sword blades in the depths.

"See, this is the boutique of our sword laugh." The old man proudly pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Immediately, a young man in gray overalls came up: "Mr. Zhang, why did you come in? Is this a distinguished guest?"

"Don't ask so many questions, let him take a look at our collection of swords, which is the broad sword made by Lao Li." Zhang Lao immediately ordered.

"Okay.

"

The buddy nodded immediately, turned around and took a seemingly thick and long sword from the shelf.

This sword seems to be wider and thicker than other long swords. The scabbard is the color of a green dragon. The dragon is engraved on it, and the hilt is also the head of a dragon. It looks simple and heavy, with an indescribable sense of heaviness.

"This swordsman is a fine pure steel sword that a craftsman spent half a year crafting. It weighs fifteen catties, much heavier than other swords. It is also one of the collections in our store. It is called Longyuan. It is more than one level higher than the ordinary goods sold outside, just take a look."

Zhang Lao directly held the sword in both hands, and Zhang handed the sword to the other party.

Ye Dou took the treasured sword and pulled out the blade. Immediately, a dazzling cold light appeared in front of his eyes. There were water-like patterns on the blade. It was thicker and wider than usual. It was very beautiful and well-shaped.

He flicked his fingers subconsciously, and saw the thick sword blade make a crisp sound, the whole sword trembled crazily, and made a buzzing sound, like a dragon's chant, spreading throughout the entire arsenal .

The guy next to him stared round his eyes, and the people around him also looked sideways, and they all came together.

"This... is really a good sword!"

Zhang Lao looked in surprise at Long Yuan's blade which was trembling wildly like a dragon wagging its tail, and suddenly came to his senses: "Wait a minute...how can your fingers be so strong?"

"I'm a Lianjiazi, so of course my finger strength must be strong."

Ye Dou asked directly: "Hehe, Mr. Zhang, this sword is too light and not suitable for me. Is there a heavier one?"

"Yes, of course!"

Mr. Zhang took a deep breath: "The old man really doesn't know Taishan. I didn't expect you to have such a deep kung fu at such a young age. Tsk tsk tsk, come here, please come with me, let you see the three big names in our shop. The treasure of the town store!"

"Oh? The treasure of the shop, take me to see it quickly." Ye Dou was quite interested.

Along the way, old man Zhang didn't dare to be negligent, he only dared to keep parallel with Ye Dou, and he didn't dare to walk in front of him. With a smile on his face, he really regarded the young man in front of him as a distinguished guest.

A few people came to the end of the arsenal, where there were several large glass windows, and next to the window in the middle, someone was anointing and polishing a heavy sword.

Mr. Zhang pointed to the big sword and said, "This is the treasure of the shop I said, the horse-killing sword!"

Ye Dou approached and looked.

Through the transparent glass, I saw a seemingly wide and thick sword with some patterns on it. It seemed to be thicker than the previous Longyuan Sword. The blade was very long, and the hilt was also very long. Almost, the whole body is blooming with oily metallic luster.

With a smile on the corner of Zhang Lao's mouth, he said proudly: "This sword is called the Horse-Chopping Sword. It was made by my ancestors for a general who was famous for his strength in the former Qing Dynasty. It took a full month to complete the sword. It weighs 25 kilograms and is made of the best steel."

Ye Dou frowned, and nodded slightly: "Then I can try it?"

"Of course." Zhang Lao nodded with a smile on his face.

He walked forward slowly, reached out and grasped the hilt of the Zhanmajian, and raised the sword with one hand.

woo woo woo...

Tried to swing the blade a few times, the blade pierced through the air, and a strong wind blew up, as if a typhoon was approaching. The turbulent wind made everyone around fearful, and they couldn't help but retreated.

If there is sword energy in martial arts novels, then the sword in the young man's hand in front of him is like the sword energy exuding.

"It's a lot of strength. This young man swung the 50-pound Horse-Chopping Sword with one hand without any effort. Such a heavy sword is like a small wooden stick in the opponent's hand. What a lot of strength this is." Old Zhang revealed. Shocked.

Ye Dou was stunned by the others present, especially the staff members, who were all stunned.

After a while, the sword wind disappeared, he stopped swinging the blade, and gently put the blade back into the glass cabinet.

"How is it? Are you satisfied with this sword?"

Zhang Lao hurriedly stepped forward and said with a smile, ready to sell it for a good price: "This sword has really met its owner, don't worry, I will give you a discounted price."

Ye Dou curled his lips and spat out four words: "It's still too light!"

The corners of Mr. Zhang's mouth twitched in surprise after hearing this, and the jaws of the guy next to him almost dropped.

What?

Do you still think a fifty-pound sword is too light?

What kind of sword do you want?

Are you looking for a golden cudgel?