Gift natural power at the beginning

Chapter 45 Too Light
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It was noon when Lin Mo just came out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. At this time, there was a thin light rain, and the autumn wind mixed with the rain was blowing on him, which was particularly depressing.

The black-faced man who was sleeping in front of the pavilion had long since disappeared.

Lin Mo glanced at the hazy mountains in the distance, and Ning Yang was completely invisible at this time.

Hidden in the mist.

The exercises that he copied in his arms were more precise, so as not to be soaked by the rain, Lin Mo strode down the mountain.

The rain started to get heavier and heavier, slowly turning from silk to beads.

The soy-like raindrops fell, and the dark clouds gathered together, gloomy, and it seemed that the momentum would be even greater in the future.

Along the way, Lin Mo saw a lot of passersby who were in a hurry. When it was too late, they all found a shop and planned to take shelter from the rain first.

Lin Mo was no exception. He found a shop with a seemingly spacious storefront and walked in.

Coincidentally, when I walked in, I saw the two characters "Mo's" on the plaque. After a closer look, I realized that what Xu Chengyuan said was the Mo's shop.

Well, he had planned to come here, but this time it was easier.

Lin Mo was certain, he wiped his wet hair with his sleeve at will, and began to visit.

Fighting with mountain beasts, except for some fierce people who practiced kung fu well like to punch to the flesh, most warriors are still better at holding weapons and borrowing the benefits of weapons.

So there are many craftsmanships.

And this Mo's craftsmanship is obviously higher in style, and the stores are located on a street near the top of the mountain.

But the decoration is not too luxurious, just simple wooden and iron fittings.

There are all kinds of weapons hanging on the wall, the common ones are naturally knives, spears, swords and sticks, and some rare ones, such as nails, nine-section whips and the like.

It seems that it is indeed excellent, and the swords are all glowing with cold light, which makes people feel cold when they look at it.

There are also small boxes on the surrounding table, which contain hairs, are they used to test the sharpness?

"Does the customer need to buy anything? The weapons in our shop are all made of forged, the quality can be guaranteed. The technique is passed down from the Ouye family in Taizhou. If you buy it, you will earn it." , introduced happily.

"Oh? The Ouye family? Buying is earning? If that's the case, please help me to recommend and choose. Are there any weapons in the store that are suitable for me?" Lin Mo's eyes lit up and he smiled.

The Ou Ye family is good at training soldiers, and it is rumored that the god soldier Chunjun was forged by the first Ou Yezi.

In order to forge this sword, Taizhou's thousand-year-old Chijinshan Mountain broke out of tin, and the first Ou Yezi died with all his strength.

Heaven and man forge divine weapons.

Since then, the reputation of the Ouye family has also been thoroughly established in Chixian.

"Applicable to you?" When the servant saw the business coming, he rolled his eyes, looked at Lin Mo, and exclaimed.

"Your physique is really a stalwart. The swords that ordinary people are used to are probably not suitable for you, and the swords, ordinary machetes and wide-backed swords may be suitable. Would you like to take a look?"

Lin Mo nodded.

The servant turned around and walked into the inner room, and soon came out with two long boxes in his hands.

Open the first box, there is a murder weapon lying inside.

"It is five feet and one inch long and weighs sixty-six catties and nine taels. It is made of cold iron and has been forged 66 times. It is a proper killing weapon. It is difficult for ordinary people to even use it. Only a warrior like you can make it alive!"

The servant handed the big knife to Lin Mo and introduced it with a flattering smile.

Lin Mo's eyes lit up, the knife looked really strong, especially the length was very suitable for him. He was too tall. He had been tested for the past few days, and he was almost [-] meters. The ordinary weapon was too short. He was timid.

unsatisfactory.

He grabbed the broadsword, and it was alright. There were two deep blood grooves on the back of the broad and thick bottom knife. The hilt was a tiger's head, wrapped in red cloth.

Lin Mo waved it at will, and the cold light in the air reversed, making a squeaking sound, which sent chills down the spine just listening to it.

The only downside is that it is too light, and waving it is like picking up a chopstick, which is not very good.

"This one won't work, it's too light." Lin Mo carefully put the knife back into the knife box and turned to the boy.

"Too light?" The little servant was taken aback.

This wide-backed knife is already heavy enough, whether it is length or weight, it is a heavy weapon in itself.

Regardless of the fact that 66 catties is not heavy, after all, an ordinary person can lift a hundred catties with a little exercise, but lifting is lifting, which is different.

Ordinary people, if you just raise your hand like this, it will take a long time for you to have sore shoulders and arms, let alone lifting heavy objects.

Ordinary people with the strength of a hundred catties want to fight with weapons and use means to fight, let alone 66 catties, even six catties must go through special training.

Even for ordinary physical martial arts fighters, 66 catties is not a simple figure, and only for boiling blood martial arts fighters, after further boiling and replenishing blood, it can be achieved.

Rao is so, not many warriors are willing to use this thing, after all, making it and making it slippery are two different things.

"A brave man, please wait a moment,
There is no need to try this other machete again. It is lighter than the broad-backed broadsword, only 59 catties a tael, and it does not meet your wishes. I will find you a more powerful weapon. "

The little servant changed his title unconsciously, his eyebrows lowered, and he bowed.

After that, he entered the house again.

After a while, the little servant came out.

This time he didn't take any box, because he took a fine iron rod!

It is a bit similar to Sun Xinglie's fine iron rod, but the whole body is black and blue, like rust, and it is dull.

"The green clay stick is eight feet six inches long and weighs ninety-nine catties and nine taels. It is made of green iron and is the toughest and heavyest. When forging green iron, my master once forged it for 99 and nine ounces. It is considered the best among ordinary soldiers. object,

It's a pity that it's too long, not ordinary people can use it, and it's only suitable for tall people, so it's been put on hold for a long time. "

Lin Mo's eyes lit up, and he took the green clay stick that was handed over.

It is cold all over. Although it is iron, it is not cold and slippery to hold. Those rust-like lines are just very hard to hold.

He pulled it slightly, and the hardness was just right, and it was easy to make some sticks.

He really wanted to play, but unfortunately the space in this hall was too small, so he couldn't get what he wanted.

"If the strong man wants to try it out, he might as well go to the backyard, where the field is wider."

The servant seemed to see what Lin Mo was thinking and suggested.

Lin Mo is naturally inevitable.

Beyond the small door, there is a cave behind the store, which is a spacious courtyard.

The air here is a lot hot, and from time to time you can hear the sound of hammering and iron, and the whirring of the bellows, guessing that the smithy should be nearby.

But it has nothing to do with him.

Lin Mo adjusted his breathing, holding the stick in both hands, one in front and the other at the end, his clothes bulged in an instant, and with one step forward, the stick was pressed down and swept across, creating a stick figure.

Prestigious.

But it stopped after ten breaths.

Still too light, unpleasant.

"It's too light, is there anything heavier?" Lin Mo asked.

"That strong man may be disappointed. This green clay stick is already the heaviest weapon in the store. The lesser one is only [-] kilograms, and it is not in line with your wishes.
To be honest, if you want heavier weapons, you are afraid that you can only customize them or find them from weapons in the battlefield. After all, only people in the military who are used to practicing horizontal kung fu and have to kill the enemy and break the formation are willing to use it. That heavy weapon. "

The little servant wiped his sweat in embarrassment. Just watching the trick, he was sweating all over his head.

Lin Mo sighed and was about to say something when a familiar voice scoffed:
"I think you're a fool, with a strong force in your body, what kind of sticks are you playing, you really have the heart, what can't be better than this to find a Meteor Hammer?"

　After taking Pan King's Immortality Medicine by mistake, he was able to wake up until he fainted. After being baptized by the magical medicine, his face became more and more beautiful, and his cultivation base broke through the Taoist Palace. (Thank you fellow Taoists for recommending and collecting monthly passes. It’s great to have you company.)
　　
　
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