The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 25 Can You Sell The Little Black Knife To Me?

No, children don't play with this kind of black knife, it is simply a waste product.

"It's a pity that the materials here are not good, and you can't make any good knives." Mo Huasong shook his head helplessly.

"What? How dare you laugh at my poor materials?" The blacksmith jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on. "Boy, let me tell you, the knives here are the best in the whole street, even people from other districts come here to buy knives."

After finishing speaking, the blacksmith looked contemptuously at the little black knife made by Mo Huasong, and snorted: "I'm not bragging, your knife will break if it touches mine."

The blacksmith took out a snow-white kitchen knife from the knife box next to it. The blacksmith's operation is still good, and the blade is sharp. It should sell for more than 100 yuan.

"Do you really want to compete with my little black knife?" Mo Huasong looked at the blacksmith.

"Yes, as long as your little black knife keeps on, I won't charge you for the materials." Speaking of this, the blacksmith still felt a little pain in his heart.

When this young man was picking among the pile of materials just now, all he took were refined pig iron, which was the most expensive kind of material.

Mo Huasong didn't speak, and the small black knife in his hand shook. The small black knife that was only a few centimeters long now grew to thirty centimeters.

When the small black knife in Mo Huasong's hand moved, the blacksmith felt a blur before his eyes, and the sharp kitchen knife in his hand broke in two.

"Ah, why did my kitchen knife break?" the blacksmith exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course, although my little black knife is just an ordinary weapon, it is not comparable to a useless knife like yours." Mo Huasong swung his right hand towards the iron plate in front.

With a sound of "swish", the [-] cm thick iron plate was cut in half by the little black knife.

Although Mo Huasong only used ordinary materials, his majestic forging master, even a pile of scrap iron, can be forged by him to produce extraordinary weapons.

"My god, you, are you a precious sword?" The blacksmith's eyes glowed.

You must know that his fifty-centimeter-thick iron plate has been here for several years, and it has been used by him to hammer iron tools. It is very strong, and the knife will only break when it touches it.

No, a fifty centimeter thick iron plate, even if it is a treasured sword, may not be able to cut it easily with a single blow. This is a powerful treasured sword.

"Young man, sell me this knife." The blacksmith's eyes were shining, and now he looked at Mo Huasong as if he saw a piece of fat and delicious pork.

"How much is this knife worth?" Mo Huasong asked a little surprised.

He can make money with a useless gadget he randomly made here?This is something he never thought of.

"I, I'll give you one hundred thousand, how about it?" The blacksmith said with a guilty conscience, he didn't dare to look at Mo Huasong.

You must know that there are treasured swords for sale in the Star Artifact Pavilion. It is said that the lowest-level treasured sword costs 100 million.

A small black knife like Mo Huasong looks very small, but it can be stretched by more than 20 centimeters at once. It is extremely sharp, and it may exceed 100 million.

The more the blacksmith thought about it, the more excited he became. As long as he could buy Mo Huasong's little black knife, he would make a fortune.

"One hundred thousand?" Mo Huasong was even more surprised. He didn't expect this kind of knife to sell for one hundred thousand.

In the realm of comprehension, this kind of little black knife is like scrap iron, and no one will take a second look.

The blacksmith thought that Mo Huasong thought it was too little, so he hurriedly said, "Young man, how about 20?"

Seeing the blacksmith, Mo Huasong immediately added an extra 100 to himself, knowing that there was a market for this kind of small black knife. "Uncle, tell me the truth, how much can this little black knife sell for? Otherwise, even if you give me [-] million, I won't sell it."

"Well, let me tell you the truth, your little black knife is estimated to be worth 100 million." The blacksmith thought Mo Huasong was a craftsman in the world of martial arts.

You must know that the craftsmen specialize in making weapons, and they are very powerful.The weapons in the Star Artifact Pavilion are made by their craftsmen and can be sold for a lot of money.

As long as Mo Huasong goes to Xingqige and other stores to ask, he can ask for the price.

"Well, I only have 30 on hand, otherwise, I really want to spend 100 million to buy your precious sword." The blacksmith sighed softly, and told Mo Huasong all about the Xingqi Pavilion.

Anyway, I can't buy Mo Huasong's little black knife, so why not make a good relationship.

When Mo Huasong was short of money, such a small black knife was just a piece of cake for him. "Uncle, how about this, you give me 30, and this little black knife will be given to you."

"Really?" The blacksmith thought he heard it wrong, and pinched his cheek so hard that it was swollen.

"I didn't lie to you. However, sometimes when I come to your small shop to make weapons, you have to give me convenience." Mo Huasong reminded: "Also, don't reveal my identity."

"All right, all right, it's all right." The blacksmith was afraid that Mo Huasong would repent, so he hurried into the house and took out a bank card. "Young man, no, Master, here is the 30 I just proposed. I want to go to the sales center to pay the first installment. Now I give it all to you. The password is XXXXXX."

Mo Huasong took the bank card and gave the black knife to the blacksmith.

The blacksmith took a look at the small black knife, and found that the small black knife had six sections, which were joined together so thinly that it was difficult for people to find out that it was a composite.

As long as he shakes it lightly, he can make the six paragraphs become one at a time, and they are firmly connected together without loosening.

"How did you do it?" The blacksmith studied the little black knife carefully, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see how the little black knife was made.

He flicked it lightly again, and the little black knife would be retracted, and with another flick, it would be opened and stretched again, which was very cleverly made.

There are two small characters on the small black knife: "Batian".

"Boy, is Batian your name?" asked the blacksmith.

Mo Huasong said: "You shouldn't ask, so don't ask."

This is Mo Huasong's habit. As long as it is made by himself, the word "Batian" will be engraved on it.

Mo Huasong took out some pig iron from the ground again, and "bang bang bang" forged the second small black knife.

The blacksmith's eyes widened again. Watching Mo Huasong forge knives was like watching a wonderful performance.

Not long after, Mo Huasong forged a second little black knife.

This time, Mo Huasong's refining technique has become more proficient, so this little black knife is [-] to [-]% better than the one just now.

At this time, it was dawn, and Mo Huasong left the stunned blacksmith standing beside him and went back to school.

Back at school, all the roommates went to class.

Mo Huasong took a shower, put on a set of clean clothes, and the phone rang "ringing".

When Mo Huasong saw the caller ID on his phone, a smile appeared on his stern face.

"Sister He Lin, have you come to Zhanhai City?" Mo Huasong asked with a smile.

25-year-old He Lin is Wu Yuzhen's adoptive daughter in He's house. After Wu Yuzhen left the capital, she also brought her to Longxi County.

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(End of this chapter)