This villain lacks everything and is a bit wicked

Mess!?

When they heard Zhao Lan say this word, the three family elders smiled coldly.

Those who dare to say this about the Zhao family, let alone in the past, even now, it is estimated that all the masters dare not comment on the Zhao family like this. Even if the old man's temper has become better over the years, he can't stand Zhao Lan's nonsense again and again, right?

Sure enough, after Zhao Lan politely refused for a lame reason, a prompt suddenly sounded.

【Ding! Resentment from Zhao Tian +6666! At

this moment, the atmosphere in the field was indescribably depressing, that is, Zhao Lan's father Zhao Lei did not seem to expect that this stinky boy dared to make a big statement.

However, to everyone's surprise, the old man was not angry because of this, but only glanced at Zhao Lan symbolically, and asked indifferently:

"Say, what conditions?"

As soon as these words came out, the expression of sworn death on Zhao Lan's face suddenly disappeared, and he said with a bright smile instead.

"Hehe, I know you still hurt me! That's right, grandson I don't lack anything, just a weapon to take advantage of. Don't bother you throw me ten eight artifacts, I don't have a piece of primordial meteoric iron, you are always tired and help to do it, just use it!" Zhao

Lan's change of face at the speed of light was really a little unexpected, as if he had been prepared for a long time.

However, what is even more unacceptable is that Zhao Lan actually has a piece of Primordial Meteoric Iron in his hand!? The members of the Zhao family present here have also experienced the glory period of the Zhao family after all, and the value of the original meteorite is naturally understood.

A poor student, where did he get the original meteoric iron?

Until the moment when Zhao Lan took out the piece of stone that the old man casually skimmed for Zhao Lei before leaving.

Everyone woke up.

"This... This stone turned out to be the original meteoric iron!?

"Dad, when you threw it to your fourth brother like this, you weren't afraid of being targeted by someone with a heart?"

"How much is such a big chunk worth!?"

Obviously, the piece of primordial meteoric iron that Zhao Lan took out was the piece that the old man named and gave to Zhao Lei when he distributed the family property.

I thought that Zhao Lei had been loved by the old man since he was a child, but he fell out of favor when he inherited the inheritance, but I didn't expect that the old man still had such a hand!

At this moment, Zhao Lei's expression became very strange, and he gradually understood Zhao Tian's good intentions at that time.

However, this thing is in the hands of his son, can he get it back?

For these children who did not show up, the old man did not want to say a word. Just nodded, and took the piece of meteorite from Zhao Lan's hand.

Raise the dragon head crutch and gently tap it up....

The

mottled weathered stone layer instantly turned into powder and fell, and the dazzling black meteorite like a spar reappeared in the world.

The entire hall was instantly dazzling.

Immediately afterwards, a fire dragon as small as a snake slowly swam out of the dragon's head crutch, seemingly inconspicuous, but exuding manic energy compressed to the limit.

As the head of the family who dominated the side in the early stage of Reiki, Old Master Zhao Tian's awakened power was very special.

Although it is an elemental system, it is called "furnace".

Not only can it collect and control tens of thousands of flames, but it can also control the size of the fire extremely accurately and smelt all kinds of divine weapons!

At a time when human society is still in jeopardy, the importance of this power is self-evident....

......

"Woohoo!"

As the fire spread, the supposedly indestructible primordial meteoric iron slowly melted, and without any mold, it outlined the shape of a long knife.

Zhao Lan stood by and was not idle, cheering up his grandfather vigorously, waiting until he was about to melt and cast successfully. And I don't know where to take out some broken copper and iron, pitifully said: "Alas! My family is poor, and I can't afford any high-quality raw materials, but it's a pity that this piece of meteoric iron can only be paired with some rags. "

As we all know, to create weapons and armor, basically not only one raw material is added, but also a variety of auxiliary minerals to balance hardness, toughness, sharpness, etc.

So when Zhao Lan took out the package of alloy slag that was about to rust, the members of the Zhao family present almost glared their eyes out!

Why did you take out all the original meteoric iron, and you are willing to use it all to forge into a weapon, so why is it so much money?! I really can't give me the original meteoric iron, I am willing to throw money into it!

As a result, Zhao Lan's violent behavior once again made everyone resentful.

【Ding! Resentment from the eldest uncle Zhao Changchun +999! 【

Ding! Resentment from the second aunt Zhao Qian +999! 【

Ding! Resentment from the third uncle Zhao Xishun +999! 【

Ding! Resentment from Zhao Lei +999!

However, these so-called sons and daughters do not understand their father's mind at all.

As a humanoid "blacksmith", Zhao Tian has created not a hundred or eighty divine weapons, and basically all of them are fine products.

What craftsman who pursues perfection would allow a layman to add to his work?

Or with this clearly garbage raw material?

"Get out of here!"

Sure enough, after Zhao Lan took out those alloy scraps, Zhao Tian glared viciously at this untuned grandson.

【Ding! Resentment from Zhao Tian +9999!

Then kicked Zhao Lan away, held the arm holding the dragon's head crutch and gently squeezed, and the dragon's mouth opened slightly, spitting out a mass of liquid minerals like mercury.

With a gentle push, this silver-white substance merged into the blade body...

"Definitely!"

Only listening to the old man's low groan, the fire suddenly extinguished, and the scorching hall returned to normal.

A black knife with a narrow and long blade and a faint glowing cold light clanged to the ground, emitting a crisp but not harsh movement.

"Take it and play, it's not a big problem to cut a grandmaster."

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.

Cut a... Master!?

You know, anyone who can embark on the road of martial arts is basically not poorly qualified, and if you want to climb step by step, you need ten years of hard practice. And the pursuit of physical immortality along the way is that martial arts have given up extremely convenient powers in exchange for great killing power and defensive ability.

Being able to break through the defenses of the Grandmaster realm is enough to see how sharp this black knife is!

In the entire Linjiang City, how many martial arts grandmasters can there be?!

Of course, things are dead, people are alive, and this black knife is indeed sharp enough in theory, but now I really let Zhao Lan cut a grandmaster, I am afraid that the corners of my clothes will not be stained.

......

"This... Dad, such a good weapon, let a junior hold it, right?

"Yes, dad, that piece of primordial meteoric iron is also counted, after all, there are not many people who recognize the goods, but such a knife, it is estimated that everyone can see that it is not ordinary."

"How about we take turns keeping it?" When Zhao Lan became a talent, let him take it. "

As the saying goes, people die for wealth, and birds die for food.

These family elders who were not in the same way, after seeing such a good knife, suddenly became confused with wealth, and completely forgot how the old man turned his elbow to Zhao Lan's face.

Zhao Tian, who had long seen through the thoughts of these heirs, just snorted coldly, and he didn't bother to care.

However, Zhao Lan, after picking up the black knife and caressing it for a while, excitedly gestured towards these uncles and aunts.

"Grandpa, does this weapon have a blood sacrifice?"

It seemed to be asking, but in fact, Zhao Lan's gaze stayed on those elders.

"Anyway, now the Zhao family, you have the final say, love sacrifice or not!" The old man was in the mud at this time, and said impatiently: "Gone!" With

a wave of his sleeve, the windy man stepped out of the gate and disappeared again.

Only Zhao Lan was left holding a black knife in his hand, looking at his uncles and aunts with gloomy expressions....