Urban Almighty Dad

Chapter 437 Millennium Dark Iron
Xu Yuan did not expect that Abbot Yunye could recognize the identity of this piece of iron at a glance.

When outsiders see this piece of iron, they will only think it is a piece of useless scrap iron.

But Abbot Yunye told the thousand-year-old black iron at a glance.

The status of Abbot Yunye is really impressive.

"That's right, this is the thousand-year black iron that is rare in a thousand years, even if you have money, you can't buy it."

It has to be said that the Mo family is really big, such treasures can be put up for auction.

The background of the Mo family is so deep, and there is also the art of self-cultivation mentioned by the eldest lady of the Mo family last time.

Since Mo Xi is able to tell the art of self-cultivation, maybe the Mo family really has an ancient book about the art of self-cultivation.

It seems that he has to find an opportunity to ask this Mo Xi.

Abbot Yunye simply started directly.

He touched the whole piece of thousand-year-old black iron over and over several times before he gave up.

It's like an old man who loves wine, seeing peach blossom wine that is hard to find for a thousand years.

"Abbot, can you forge this millennium black iron?"

Abbot Yunye nodded and shook his head.

Xu Yuan asked in confusion: "Abbot, what does this mean?"

"To be honest, this is also the first time I have seen the Millennium Black Iron. Although I have heard a lot about the Millennium Black Iron before, this is the first time I have seen it."

"The cold air emanating from this thousand-year-old black iron body directly hits the soul. It looks like a top-grade black iron. The sword forged from it must be a god-level sword."

"Although I haven't forged millennium black iron, the forging methods are similar. I can try it when the time comes, but it may take a little longer."

After all, this is forging a thousand-year-old black iron, and it will take a lot of time to melt this piece of iron.

Xu Yuan had already made long-term preparations. If the abbot never showed up, the thousand-year-old black iron would still be under his bed.

"It doesn't matter, as long as he can be forged into a handy sword, why not wait a little longer?"

Xu Yuan is now suffering from the fact that he does not have a good weapon, and when he returns overseas, he will face more than these dangers.

He must forge a weapon for himself.

Abbot Yunye nodded: "Since you are not in a hurry, I will take care of this matter."

Han Xiaoming touched the piece of thousand-year-old black iron curiously, but when his hand just touched the thousand-year-old black iron, his hand retracted like an electric shock.

"Fuck, what the hell is this?" Han Xiaoming looked at the thousand-year-old black iron in horror: "Why is it so cold?"

When he just touched this piece of thousand-year-old black iron, he felt a chill directly hitting his internal organs, forcing him to withdraw his hand.

Xu Yuan smiled lightly.

"Otherwise, why do you think it is called the Millennium Black Iron? There is a thousand-year-old chill in his body."

"The sword made of it can kill people just by the cold air emitted from the blade."

The little fat man said in shock, "Is it so powerful?"

He also wanted to go up and touch it, but when he thought of Han Xiaoming's reaction just now, he silently withdrew his hands.

It's better for him to stay away from this kind of thing.

Ye Sisi blinked her eyes: "If I remember correctly, my father also has a sword forged from thousand-year-old black iron."

Xu Yuan nodded: "That's right, I've been thinking about the sword in his hand for a long time, but it's a pity that he just refused to give it to me, and kept it like a treasure, and I wouldn't even touch it."

There is no way, the old man is a sword slave by nature, he only has the sword in his eyes.

Xu Yuan once secretly went to the old man's basement. The basement of his family hides some secrets, or peerless jewels.

But the old man's basement is different, it is full of swords that he has collected all his life.

Xu Yuan is still very depressed, why the old man would rather keep those swords in the basement than give him one.Isn't this a waste of the value of those swords?

"A piece of thousand-year-old black iron is already very rare, let alone a sword made of thousand-year-old black iron." Yun Ye said lightly from the side: "But if you don't have enough ability, you can't control it at all."

Almost all martial arts practitioners have a natural attachment to weapons.

Some warriors spend their entire lives unable to find a weapon that suits them.

Abbot Yunye wasn't very interested in swords, he already had his own weapons.

He just thinks that the millennium black iron is very precious.

The little fat man rolled his eyes, and asked curiously: "Since this smeared thing is so precious, it must be worth a lot of money, right?"

The corner of Xu Yuan's mouth twitched, maybe this little fat man lost money?

(End of this chapter)