This group of players is more cunning than cunning

Su Yu Niang looked up and down at the Sword Fairy, the group of old blacksmiths, and the group of refugees who tricked into the inn.

She sighed in her heart that she had to be busy.

The Sword Fairy pulled Su Yu Niang over and whispered to her:

"Brother Axe and these villagers have good character, but they don't have any skills. The leader, Brother Axe, is a combat type and can live directly at the foot of the mountain."

Su Yu Niang knew.

The Sword Fairy wanted to save her.

After all, if you go up the mountain and come to the inn, except for life-related professions, everyone will die!

After all, no matter how good your character is as a combat-related profession, the blacksmith is now afraid that you will suddenly go crazy and attack everyone after you go offline.

This kind of fighting monk is an unstable factor.

Absolutely not.

At present, there are only non-combat weak life-related cards on the mountain.

Su Yu Niang gave the other party a face: "I'll let him take this group of villagers to stay here, and take the rest to the mountain to stay in the inn. Is there any problem?"

"No problem."

The Sword Fairy nodded. The rest of them were not good people.

Going up the mountain is also to eliminate harm for the people. After all, the wandering ghosts are hidden dangers.

Su Yu Niang lowered her voice: "Although people who go up the mountain will also be drawn cards, we will not kill them early. Let them live first. After the exchange event is over, we will kill them."

This is their mercy.

Draw cards in front of the guests, after all, it is not a good influence!

Su Yu Niang ran to communicate with Brother Axe and asked them to stay at the foot of the mountain, and then continued to lead a group of people up the mountain.

Several old blacksmiths headed by Zhang Jinsheng watched this scene silently, somewhat confused.

"Please get on the sightseeing car."

Su Yu Niang smiled: "In winter, the mountain road is difficult."

At this time, everyone noticed that a high rope was pulled from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, with a carriage hanging on it.

In the sun, the carriage had the extremely magnificent fantasy colors that only those weapons had.

Several wandering villagers have shown surprise. They have never seen such a creation.

In fact.

The blacksmiths have been testing many miscellaneous spiritual roots, and finally selected dogtail grass and painting cards.

The other spiritual root instruments that were eliminated were made into various interesting and creative toys.

They were useless and hard to sell.

But some of them were quite fun.

Especially the blacksmiths with creative ideas, who would tinker with these things when they had nothing to do.

They came to play games, and they were done as long as they had fun.

A villager got on the sightseeing car and whispered, "It's so comfortable. Can't I sit on it? Isn't this the instrument that the monks ride to go high and high? I can also experience the moment of flying."

"This is the sect of the immortals." Another villager said happily.

Several old blacksmiths and old ladies also got on the carriage and sat down, smiling, thinking it was quite interesting.

They got on the sightseeing car and started to drive quickly.

It was early morning, the sun was shining, and the sea of ​​trees below was blown by the wind and waves, surging, and a beautiful river and mountains could be seen.

The sightseeing car was accelerating wildly.

The lightning speed made this group of refugees scream wildly, and the strong wind poured into their ears and noses, forming a strange stimulation.

"Too high, too fast."

"I feel it. Is this what it feels like for the immortals to fly?"

"Is this the mountains?"

The villagers gradually became cheerful.

It is true that there are adventures in the mountains.

This is a wonderful journey that they have never experienced in their lives.

Is this looking for immortals? Maybe we can practice? Live with immortals?

The stories of storytellers in various vernacular books and restaurants broke into the minds of the villagers.

Several old ladies and old men were also blowing the wind. They looked at each other and saw each other's interested expressions.

It seems that they think this kind of mountain hospitality is very interesting.

The two steam cylinders behind the carriage are some kind of magic tools that can spray.

They thought of many spells and magical powers enchanted by various wind-type monsters, but they didn't think that wind movement and wind smoke were very similar.

Is it another new weapon besides drawing cards and berserk weapons?

Another brand-new monster material?

These old men and women who were almost buried suddenly felt that they had become younger. With the whistling wind and the screams of the villagers, their hearts began to be filled with curiosity.

Soon, as the sightseeing car climbed up, they met Yan Hua and Er Ya who were collecting.

The two were timid and looked up nervously at the group.

After a while, Yan Hua continued to saw wood with the electric saw.

Zhang Jinsheng stuck his head out of the window and looked at Yan Hua who was cutting trees on the mountainside with surprise:

"Turn the saw teeth, is it a toothed sword?"

"No, the toothed sword type of magic weapon is a medium-grade magic weapon. The opponent's weapon is obviously underpowered and can only cut ordinary trees."

"So, it is another low-level magic weapon type we have never seen?"

"I wonder what kind of low-level monster's talent it is."

The opponent seemed to be mysterious everywhere, with different inheritance and background.

Even the style and style of forging weapons are like works of art, pursuing beauty.

Before going up the mountain, they saw two new types of weapons besides painting cards and crazy weapons.

I really don't know what wonderful things are waiting for them on the mountain.

Although the level of these two toy magic weapons was obviously not high and their applicability was very low, the other party only treated them as low-level toys.

What made them more concerned was that they could not see the origin of the other party's weapons at all.

After all, they would never think of the true appearance of these weapons.

Some people would kill two scholars who had studied hard for ten years and successfully opened three flowers and leaped into the dragon gate just for an axe for chopping trees and a useless sightseeing car!

The sword fairy looked at the curiosity of these old men and women, and suddenly remembered a complaint from the young blacksmiths in the villa:

"Every time a weapon is forged, a scholar is killed for money. There is no killing without buying and selling. Do you care about these? No, you don't care about anything. You only care that this weapon looks really good!"

Continue to climb the mountain.

As you climb all the way, a villa gradually comes into view.

As you get closer and closer to the destination, Zhang Jinsheng's expectations in his heart can't help but become more and more vigorous. Is this villa really forging a magic weapon?

If that's the case, he will be satisfied to be able to participate in the forging and witness the birth of a peerless weapon.

If it succeeds, then this sword-making villa will become famous and resound throughout Xinyizhou, right?

He sighed softly and continued to rush forward. The outline of the villa became larger and larger.

The unique style of tall tower buildings and buildings came into view, with an exotic beauty different from the local style.

Soon, the sightseeing car stopped.

After getting off the car, several villagers were still in shock. They felt dizzy and had a strong sense of excitement like a roller coaster.

They didn't even realize that their heads were blown off, and they silently helped them back.

Several old men and women who had seen a lot didn't care about the embarrassment of these strange villagers. They took it calmly and treated them as ordinary villagers.

"Let's keep going." Su Yu Niang smiled.

They walked together and walked the last section of the journey.

At the entrance of the villa, there was an ancient gate with a glazed color, on which was written a row of large characters with flying dragons and phoenixes.

Several old men and women raised their heads and looked at the words on both sides of the villa: "What is this!?"

[The candle extinguishes the embers, the burning soul and burning spirit are still there]

[Life is cast into a furnace, and swords, spears, and halberds continue to open up]

The grand vision is vividly expressed in the writing, which shakes everyone's heart.

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