The cultivator is reborn in another world

Chapter 3 I'm Looking For Trouble

Under the few words of old John, Chen Han finally understood why this old man who was originally kind-hearted suddenly became angry.

His son got into a big disaster.

After interrupting Raffles' magic weapon, this little nobleman can still speak in the city of Vromont.As a result, a group of ruffians took away Old John's son without any explanation, and asked Old John to compensate... How can an ordinary blacksmith pay nearly a thousand gold coins at once for compensation.

Raffles gave a death order, and if they couldn't get the money together within a week, they would sell Old John's son as a slave.

Old John couldn't help it, so he thought about building a magic weapon by himself.Then there is the scene that Chen Han knows...

"Sorry, it's not that I don't want to help you, but that I don't know what magic is!" Chen Han felt helpless.

Hearing this, Old John's eyes widened. "You don't know what magic is!"

"I don't know!" Chen Han nodded honestly.

After some introduction from Old John, Chen Han finally understood what magic is.

Magic is a mysterious force, at least in Old John's eyes.

It is a skill to use mental power to control the magical elements floating around, and to control them to achieve specific effects.The higher the spiritual power, the more free elements that can be controlled, and the stronger the power... This made Chen Han seem to understand a little bit, the magician is actually not much different from the magician in Kyushu.

It's just that the magician uses his spiritual consciousness to control the power between heaven and earth.

"Could it be that my son is really hopeless?" Old John burst into tears.

"Not necessarily. If you can show me the magic weapon, maybe I can make it." Chen Han said after a while.

According to the magic weapon that Old John said, it is easy to understand that it has some other attributes attached to it.It can increase the strength of the user, or increase the speed of the wearer... Soon, Old John brought the long sword that was broken in two.

The material of the long sword is not good, the edge is not particularly sharp, and even the moiré on the sword body is uneven.

But after Chen Han took it, he felt a strange feeling. He felt that his body was surrounded by wind... Although there was no real energy in his body, Chen Han's powerful spiritual consciousness did not disappear because of this. On the contrary, there is a faint feeling of getting stronger and stronger.

The consciousness quickly released, wrapping the broken sword in his hand.

Almost instantly, Chen Han understood what the so-called magic weapon was all about - it was actually no different from refining weapons.

Cultivators refine weapons, mainly to engrave various formations in weapons.The same is true for magic weapons. The so-called magic circle is carved on the surface of the weapon to achieve the same effect.It's just that the weapon in his hand is too shallow. Any disciple in Kyushu who has just been exposed to refining weapons can make things that are several times stronger than this sword.

And the magic array on the sword body is too simple compared to the array.

As soon as the consciousness passed, Chen Han clearly recorded the magic circle on the sword in his mind.

"Let me try it!" Chen Han walked into the room holding a sword.

Although Old John doesn't believe that someone can create a magic weapon just by looking at it... because it's really unbelievable.But now he has to trust Chen Han, because Chen Han is his life-saving straw.

Just passed the night.

Chen Han still didn't come out of the house, but the debt collectors had already arrived.Three or four big men with round waists and broad shoulders broke into Old John's blacksmith shop cursing, and started beating and smashing without saying a word.The iron stove was kicked over, and even Old John was not spared. He was pushed to the ground by several strong men and stomped hard with his feet.

"Old man, where is the gold coin I asked you to prepare? Your son destroyed my family heirloom... If I can't get the money, I'll sell him to a slave owner!" Raffles pinched his waist and looked around. "This blacksmith's shop may be worth a few coppers, so just sell it to me at a low price!"

When Old John heard this, he burst into tears. "This is impossible, Mr. Raffles, this is my lifeblood... You want my blacksmith shop, how do you let me live!"

Rufus laughed heartily, he bent down, and stretched out the mahogany scepter in his hand to provoke Old John's head. "You? Those guys in the mine don't think you're too old! Guys, why are you still standing there, why don't you tie up this old bastard."

"Tsk tsk... You guys, pack up all these rags and scraps for me. The rest of you go to the back room to find if there are any valuable guys out there." Raffles angrily vomited He was spitting and yelling cursing. "Tell you, the whole Foromun's smithy combined can't compare to my family heirloom!"

"That kind of scrap metal is also an heirloom?"

The noisy blacksmith shop suddenly fell silent, and everyone's eyes fell on the door that was just opened.

Standing inside the door was a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old. Although his appearance and clothes were very ordinary, there was an indescribable majesty in his gestures.However, in the eyes of Raffles, this kind of momentum is nothing more than a show.Moreover, Chen Han's previous words made him even more angry and ferocious. "You said that sentence just now?"

"So what?" Chen Han unceremoniously met Raffles' almost cannibalistic gaze.

What a joke!

That kind of rags deserves to be called a family heirloom?Chen Han almost died laughing.

"Come on, knock out all this guy's teeth!" Raffles was furious. Although his family had already fallen, the dignity of a nobleman did not allow others to desecrate him, especially a pariah.

A few gangsters came up cursing, and wine bottles, benches, and tables became these guys' temporary weapons.For these street gangsters, although they don't have much smart martial arts skills, the perennial street fights have given them a wealth of experience.The other one took out a dagger, wrapped a layer of oily and dirty linen around the dagger, and rushed towards Chen Han staggeringly.

"Go, boy!" cried Old John.

The gangsters in Vermont City are all ruthless characters.Although the dagger looked powerless, once it was stabbed in, it would die if it was pulled out.This young man is no match for them... Old John even covered his face in despair.

But the next moment, the screams erupted immediately.

The little bastard holding the dagger was already kneeling on the ground, his arm was twisted in a strange way, and it was obviously broken.For Chen Han, even though he has no real energy, he is not a character that these little gangsters can bully at will.The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, no one could have imagined that this seemingly weak boy would have such abilities...

But when he came here to make trouble, he took gold coins from Raffles.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, everyone rushed forward.

In the eyes of this group of punks, there is strength in numbers.No matter how powerful this young man is, he can still be his opponent.One person and one fist can knock him down.

At this time, Chen Han, who had been standing still, moved. Although his speed was not fast, he was always able to dodge the opponent's punches with great precision, and then counterattacked.Moreover, Chen Han's strength was surprisingly strong, and almost none of the punks who were attacked could get up again.

Almost in the blink of an eye, there were a bunch of people crying and covering their wounds in the blacksmith shop.

"You...you, don't come here!" Raffles panicked.As he stepped back, he looked at Chen Han who was slowly walking forward.

"Your magic weapon is returned to you now." Chen Han laughed.For such a cowardly guy, it would be an insult to his identity to attack him.After all, he threw away the magic weapon that had already been prepared.

In fact, Chen Han had already prepared the magic weapon, but due to the exhaustion of his true energy, he was in a state of exhaustion, and he slept until dawn.Looking at Raffles who was about to escape from the smithy with his long sword rolling and crawling, Chen Han suddenly remembered something: "Stop!"

Raffles turned around with a sad face.

"Put back Old John's son at once!"

Seeing Rufus run away like shit, Old John not only didn't feel relieved because of this, but the expression on his face became more dignified because of it.

(End of this chapter)