Bring a Lottery Panel with You

Chapter 34 Three hundred and eighty catties of iron staff (please recommend)

The night passed quickly.

In the early morning of the next day, Qi Yun found Protector Lin and asked him to learn martial arts again.

The martial skill of Xiong Fighter is too clumsy, it only has simple slashing movements, and there is a big deficiency in changing moves.

He has only practiced the power of Demacia to the first level now, and it is also a clumsy chopping movement.

The thirteen moves of Lin Hufa's cloud sword are different. Each of the thirteen moves is stronger than one move. They are connected together, like clouds, covering the sky and covering the earth. If you can master it yourself, it will definitely be a great help to your combat power.

Knowing that Qi Yun wanted to learn martial arts from him, Protector Lin was obviously a little enlightened.

In his opinion, Qi Yun's current strength is so strong, it is obvious that there are experts behind him teaching him, and he doesn't understand why he still has to learn from himself.

But Protector Lin didn't ask too much. If Qi Yun wanted to learn, he would teach him without reservation.

The effect brought about by the surge of spiritual power reappeared. Protector Lin only practiced it twice, and Qi Yun saw it almost.

In the past, he learned it and forgot it, and couldn't keep up with the movements at all.

Now I just feel that the brain is like a camera, decomposing all the essentials of Lin Hufa's movements. In less than a day, he has completely mastered the thirteen Yunjian moves and Tengyun footwork. Both exercises are shown in the on his panel.

This kind of talent almost made Protector Lin's eyes pop out.

He remembered that when he was teaching Qi Yun more than half a month ago, Qi Yun didn't know anything at that time, and he couldn't do a single move. He persisted for a few days, and then he gave up.

But now he has mastered all the thirteen Yunjian moves and Tengyun footwork in one day, what's the situation?

After dinner, Qi Yun didn't waste time, but asked Ada to continue training with him.

There are too many weird existences in this weird world, and he can't relax his vigilance at all times, besides, he still doesn't know whether the curse will be solved or not.

What if I can't solve it and become stronger?

The night passed slowly under the tense mood of everyone.

To everyone's relief, the ghost crying disappeared.

Even Qi Yun's face softened slightly.

In order to prevent the ghost cry from reappearing, he stayed up all night again, but he was still not sleepy at all.

After breakfast in the morning, he called Shunzi over again.

During the day yesterday, Shunzi had purchased all the old ginseng in the city, more than 100 ginseng over 400 years old.

Shunzi, go to the city again today and buy me black iron at a high price. It would be best if you have ready-made black iron weapons.

Qi Yun said.

Mysterious iron?

Shunzi was stunned, and said, Second Master, I know a blacksmith shopkeeper. He seems to have a black iron weapon there, but it's too heavy and expensive, so no one has touched it.

Oh? Which store?

Qi Yun became interested.

Zhao Ji in the west of the city.

Go, take me to have a look.

Qi Yun said.

The two left the room, and Ah Da was going to follow, but Qi Yun stayed behind. The two rode on the strong horse, and half an hour later, they came to a huge blacksmith shop in the west of the city.

Although the Qinglong Gang is the largest gang in Pingyang City, most of the businesses involved are profiteering or no-cost businesses, and they have never had any intersection with blacksmiths.

Second Lord, the owner of this shop has something to do with me. To be honest, he is a distant relative of mine.

Shunzi laughed.

The two tied up their horses and entered the shop.

In the whole shop, more than a dozen stoves were burning, and there was a loud sound of iron hammering. On one side of the wall, there were mouthfuls of freshly baked weapons, which were cold and sharp.

All kinds of knives, guns, sticks, axes, hooks and forks are available.

The shopkeeper was a rough-looking man, about forty years old, shirtless and tanned, when he saw someone coming, he immediately walked over, gave Shunzi a look, and said, Why are you here, kid?

Uncle Qi, didn't this bring you a big deal? This is the second leader of our Azure Dragon Gang. He came here today to buy your black iron weapon.

Shunzi laughed.

The second head of the Azure Dragon Gang?

The shopkeeper's expression was startled, he looked at Qi Yun, sized him up, and said hesitantly, Do you really want to buy that weapon?

I heard from Shunzi that you have a black iron weapon here. I don't know what kind of weapon it is?

Qi Yun asked calmly.

That's an iron staff. It weighs about three hundred and eighty catties. Have you figured it out?

The shopkeeper said.

Three hundred and eighty catties?

Qi Yun became more interested.

It was the first time he had heard of such a heavy weapon, and said, Take me to see it.

Okay, come with me.

The shopkeeper put down the hammer and led Qi Yun into a warehouse in the backyard, which was full of various weapons.

At the deepest point, a black iron staff more than one meter long stands quietly here, covered with a layer of dust, and no one has touched it for some time.

The shape of the iron rod is peculiar. The handle is about the size of a human wrist, and then it gradually becomes thicker upwards. When it reaches the front end, it is already as thick as the mouth of a bowl. There are also copper dots on it, which looks similar to a mace. With just one glance, one could feel the heavy strength of the iron rod.

Second master, this is the mouth.

The shopkeeper said.

Qi Yun took a look and nodded slightly, the more satisfied he looked.

If you use this iron rod to hammer the ghost, it will definitely be like a broken bamboo.

He grabbed it and lifted it vigorously. He lifted the entire iron staff on the spot, and began to wave it, whistling, strong wind whistling, layers of wind and waves came out, and the crushed people were almost out of breath.

The shopkeeper and Shunzi couldn't help but retreat again and again.

The shopkeeper's horrified eyeballs almost fell off.

This weapon has been passed down from his grandfather's generation to the present. I don't know how many heroes from the Jianghu have come to watch it, but none of them can lift it. He plans to pass it on to his son.

But now he was directly picked up by the second leader of the Qinglong Gang.

This is simply the reincarnation of a god-man.

Shunzi looked at the shopkeeper with a proud face, showing arrogance.

What is this, their second master can hack even ghosts to death, and a mere weapon is nothing?

Qi Yun waved for a while, then stopped.

Not bad, count the money.

This... this is... three thousand taels, okay?

The shopkeeper was a little apprehensive.

For such a high price, he was really worried that Qi Yun would chop him up, but this is black iron. If it is melted and the weapon is recast, at least a dozen can be cast, and by then it will be more than three thousand taels?

So at this price, it's actually not expensive at all, and it's a loss.

Qi Yun frowned, glanced at the shopkeeper, and said, Shunzi, give him five thousand taels.

After all, they were also Shunzi's distant relatives, so he didn't want to take advantage of this advantage.

Shunzi nodded, counted five silver bills and handed them to the shopkeeper, and said with a smile: Uncle Seven, I, Shunzi, didn't cheat you this time, did I? If it wasn't for me, this weapon might have been passed down to your grandson's generation.

The shopkeeper took the bank note and quickly apologized happily.

Qi Yun carried the iron staff and strode out the door.

He had just stepped onto the fierce horse when the fierce horse neighed, its hooves bent, and it almost fell down.

Qi Yun hurriedly dismounted, frowning.

Unexpectedly, the weapon was too heavy for the horses to bear.

Second Master, how about I go back and ask someone to drive a carriage.

Sunja hesitated.

No, it's a short distance, just walk.

Qi Yun smiled and walked towards the Qinglong Gang.

Shunzi led the two horses and hurriedly followed.

Not far from the alley, there is a spacious street with inns and taverns on both sides, which is extremely prosperous.

On the third floor of a tavern, several strange-looking people are sitting and eating here.

Suddenly, they frowned, and at the same time let out a little sigh, and looked through the window.