All Heavens Gou Xian

Chapter 47 Stick (×) Axe handle (√) Two more
Refiner Yuan Huang asked, "What kind of weapons do you want, Daoist Luo Feng?"

"I'm not boasting, I know all [-] kinds of weapons: knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, yokes, hooks, forks, whips, mace, hammers, Laos, tungsten, sticks, lances, sticks, crutches, and meteor hammers! "

Without any hesitation, Luo Feng replied with a smile: "Can I have it all?"

After all, he is weak and needs a lot of weapons for self-defense.

Besides, I can move it myself, it's not too heavy.

Yuan Huang was stunned, and with this kind of operation, he was speechless for a while.

After a while, the refiner said faintly: "The material is not enough, only one piece."

Luo Feng nodded in disappointment, and then started the elimination method.

But Luo Feng, a person with mild obsessive-compulsive disorder, has difficulty choosing.

After half an hour, Yuan Huang and Taoist Jingtian were almost finished playing a game of chess.

Luo Feng only selected six.

The sword, the holy product of ancient times, is supreme and noble, and is revered by people and gods.He is the ancestor of short soldiers, a weapon of close combat, with profound Taoism, he entered the legend of the mysterious.

The sword is the courage of a hundred soldiers. The sword is strong and heavy, and it is good at slashing. There are enemies but no me.

The spear is the thief of a hundred soldiers. The spear strikes a line, comes and goes without a trace, shrinks indefinitely, and is invisible up and down.

The stick is the ancestor of the hundred soldiers. The ancient ancestors did not have the eighteen weapons of the eight classics. A stick was a weapon.

There is also a bell, which is a fantasy weapon in the youth. When the bell rings, it will ruin the road to longevity, and it is abnormal.

In addition, Luo Feng also wants to create a funny shield.

Don't ask why, it's just bad taste.

Man, you always have to have some hobbies, right? !

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An hour has passed, and the Taoist Jingtian has won two hands.

Refiner Yuan Huang couldn't help reminding: "Elder Luo, have you made your choice?!"

"OK OK."

Luo Feng waved his hand, pondered for a while and said, "Ruyi stick!"

Luo Feng actually wanted to choose the big bell, build a Dao bell, and fight the enemy inside.

However, for safety reasons, he abandoned the idea of ​​a road bell.

Because, once the enemy is strong in the past and breaks the bell, there is no weapon in his hand, and nothing else.

Experts make tricks, tricks kill, storytellers say that three hundred rounds of battles are almost impossible to appear.

Fight for life and death, only in the blink of an eye.

Choosing a stick is different.

The stick is the ancestor of the hundred soldiers. The ancient ancestors did not have the eighteen weapons of the eight classics. A stick was a weapon.

Pick up a wooden stick anywhere, you can go up and fight, and you can also beat a bamboo pole.The effect of the reaction attack is completely different.

The most precious thing is not uniqueness, but universality.

……

The raging fire, tempered the stick.

Refiner Yuan Huang said eloquently: "Ruyi is great, the emphasis is on the word Ruyi!"

"It can be big, it can be small, it can be hard, it can be soft, it can be stretched freely."

"The wish-fulfilling stick I built, even the secular artillery and explosives may not be able to... Can..."

Luo Feng looked at the Ruyi stick that was shattered by his finger, and said a little embarrassedly: "Master Yuan, it's a bit fragile, I will pay."

Yuan Huang looked at the [-]-pound Ruyi stick, barely showing a smile and said, "It's all trivial, it's all trivial..."

"I'll add two more pieces of black iron in..."

.........

After half a day, Luo Feng frowned while holding the red iron rod: "It's still a little brittle?"

Yuan Huang glanced at his empty black iron warehouse, wiped his cold sweat and said, "The quality and weight of black iron is the same. If it is harder, I am afraid that it will require divine iron, and it will have to be re-forged."

"God iron?"

Luo Feng asked suspiciously, "What is this?"

Yuan Huang stroked the Ruyi stick and said, "Shen iron is something outside the sky. In the world's words, it is a meteorite, and it is a special meteorite."

"It's just, Shangqing Wushen Iron."

Meteorite, this is a bit difficult.

Luo Feng thought for a while, and he could fly up to the sky.

But the special meteorite, I don't know where, and time is also a problem.

If you don't breathe for ten days and a half at most, you'll die if it lasts longer.

Luo Feng sighed and threw the wish-fulfilling stick back to its original place. Suddenly, the earth shook, and birds and beasts walked away.

Jingtian Laodao comforted: "The iron is hard to find, and I have no stock in Shangqingmen, but I can go to other..."

Luo Feng frowned and said, "Does it have to be divine iron?"

Yuan Huang was taken aback for a moment, and then replied: "Not necessarily, some special metals will be added soon, but special metals are more rare than divine iron."

"Master Yuan, wait a minute."

Luo Feng suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a piece of metal.

Back then, after destroying the Black Dragon Gang and killing the aliens from the White Lotus Sect, they found a piece of metal with a special material.

Go on the wind, return with the wind.

Three minutes later, Luo Feng returned holding a piece of red metal.

Red metal came to the door, with three fingerprints, one darker than the other.

One is left at the [-]th floor of the Breathing Technique, one is left when the Three Flowers Bloom, and one is left at the [-]th floor of the Breathing Ancestral Qi Technique.

With Luo Feng's full strength, he could only leave fingerprints on it, but not crush it.

Its power can be seen.

The moment he saw the metal, Yuan Huang's eyes seemed to glow, and he took it and stroked it.

Just like when a gluttony sees delicious food, a whore client goes to a brothel.

"This, the material, this quality, Shentie can't compare to him!"

Yuan Huang whispered, and then shouted: "I have an idea."

"You are waiting for me outside."

After saying that, without turning his head, he stepped into the forge.

Luo Feng smiled knowingly, it seems that his weapon has fallen.

The clouds were low, and the night was thick.

Only in the forging place, the sound of the dangdang sounded, and the fire was scattered.

After three days and three nights.

Yuan Huang came out with a pair of panda eyes, and his expression was extremely strange.

Elder Jingtian, who also waited for three days, nervously asked, "Is it done?"

Yuan Huang nodded.

"But something else went wrong?" Luo Feng frowned.
Yuan Huang sighed, pointed to the inside and said, "That piece of metal is too difficult to melt, even if it is integrated with the Ruyi stick, it is still uneven."

Luo Feng's robe was rolled up, and a layer of True Qi flew in, trying to drag it out.

Steady as Mount Tai, motionless.

Three layers of infuriating, not moving.

Five layers of infuriating, slightly moving.

Seven layers of infuriating, barely mentioned.

Bringing the Ruyi stick to his eyes, Luo Feng couldn't help sneering

Where is this stick, it is clearly the handle of the axe.

One thick, one thin.

On the thick end, you can even see the luster of red metal.

"Master Yuan, I don't blame you for this, it's just that the metal is too hard."

Luo Feng smiled and played the mutated version of the Ruyi stick twice.

Not to mention, it's pretty easy.

Yuan Huang nodded, sighed again, and said, "As long as Elder Luo likes it, this thing is still an embryo."

"You need to use Qi to warm up and integrate the master's breath to be regarded as a real magic weapon."

Luo Feng nodded, indicating that he knew.

Both hands have been playing with the wish-fulfilling stick, joy, and no reservations.

Although, Ruyi sticks are refined into a mutant version.

But it is very easy to use, as if it was born for him.

(End of this chapter)