Chapter 121 Poisonous Scorpion

The thin old man got up, and Guan Lin immediately respectfully avoided it, took a step behind him, and called in a low voice: "Master Iron, why bother you to leave?"

The old man ignored Guan Lin's words, but looked straight at Wu Pengwei and asked coldly, "Is this five-grade soul sword the work of your 'tight knife' chamber of commerce?"

Wu Pengwei smiled and did not reply. He just threw a look at the cat Xiaojiu beside him. The little girl understood, cleared her throat, and pretended to hold a solemn fist: "This master has invited me. This is indeed a soul weapon forged by the Chamber of Commerce. Although the Chamber of Commerce is in the name of a knife, it does not rule out the business of forging soul swords. And after the conference, you can get a 95 discount on the purchase of the Horcrus of Commerce..."

The elf Xiaojiu intends to use this saying to make a propaganda for the Sword Chamber of Commerce, just like buying all the warriors for Wanzhen Pavilion before Guan Lin, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the words of the thin old man.

"Don't talk nonsense. This soul sword can block the etching iron powder on the scorpion tail knife I forged. It can be said that the forging skills are superb. Within the five grades, I can't imagine any craftsman who can forge such a quality soul weapon, unless it is mixed with extremely rare sand powder such as Jiuyin Xuantie, but." The old man's eyes have been staring at Wu Pengwei, and his eyes are as bright as torches.

Wu Pengwei smiled and said lightly, "No, the soul sword is mainly made of purple copper, mixed with some other materials, but it is not precious."

"This is impossible." The old man categorically refused, "In addition to rare materials such as Jiuyin Xuantie, it is impossible for the forgers below the craftsman to forge a scorpion-tail knife that surpasses me, let alone damage it under the slash of the scorpion-tail knife, unless the person who made this soul weapon is the master level above the craftsman, but is this possible? Little guy."

As soon as this statement was made, everyone also showed an expression of disbelief.

The forging master is divided into six layers. The first layer is an apprentice, the second layer is a craftsman, the third layer is a craftsman, the fourth layer is a master, the fifth layer is a master, and the sixth is a heavenly master. It is rumored that there is a more smart "divine hand" above the heavenly master. Forging soul weapons is a profound skill, which is extensive and complicated, and the forging method is also There are different kinds of soul weapons, but only when they reach the realm of the craftsman can they forge the soul weapons above the five grades, and the master can forge the soul weapons of seven or even the eight grades. As for the master, he has reached the level of being able to refine the quasi-quality soul weapons. The heavenly master is the master who touches the law of forging in the world. As long as the food is sufficient, he can It is enough to forge a unique soul weapon.

And the divine hand is just a legend. It is rumored that it can forge mysterious weapons, but unfortunately, no one has been able to witness it for thousands of years.

As long as it reaches the level of craftsman, all of them are distinguished guests of the major chambers of commerce and enjoy a prominent position, and it is impossible for a master-level forger to take action easily. Unless it is the request of the eight major sects or a powerful martial artist, he will agree as appropriate if conditions permit.

Wu Pengwei still had that indifferent expression. "This seems to be a trade secret. Since I said that it is not mixed with the so-called Jiuyin Xuantie, it must not be. I have witnessed the whole process of forging. What's more, the forging skills of our Chamber of Commerce do not need to be explained to your cabinet."

Cat Xiaojiu also shouted, "This is a trade secret, old man, you care too much."

"Presumptuous, how do you talk to Master Iron?" Guan Lin's face darkened and he scolded.

Cat Xiaojiu raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "How are you doing? Is it possible that I'm still afraid of you?" Now she has the poisonous soul sword in her hand and the support of Wu Pengwei. She is much more bold, and there is a lot of momentum that Chitian characters don't pay attention to.

"That's all..." The thin old man waved his hand and motioned Guan Lin not to pester. He just looked at Wu Pengwei coldly: "Little guy, it's not easy to forge such a five-grade soul weapon. I originally felt sorry for this sword, but since you don't know anything good or bad, I'll let you know the forged unparalleled scorpion tail knife. True power."

"Guan Lin, don't pester, directly urge the 'scorpion tail blade'." A cold look flashed in the old man's eyes.

Guan Lin nodded, but looked at Wu Pengwei slightly sarcastically. He stopped talking nonsense and made a gesture directly. At the same time, a dark and deep scorpion tail pattern appeared on his right wrist, with a thick ink light.

Through the ancient mirror, the shape of the unparalleled scorpion tail knife suddenly changed amazingly. On the handle of the knife, four snake-like slender spikes suddenly bloomed, twisted like a whip, and the sharp edge was like the sharpest cone blade, and the cold light flashed.

Four spikes entangled the poisonous soul sword like vines, and the sharp thorns are constantly pierced at the same point of the body of the poisonous soul sword at a speed that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Four spikes are constantly impacted frequently, and the harsh metal impact is endless.

And the big knife with the scorpion tail also rushed up, and the blade was raised as high as a big axe, as if it was going to be chopped down.

On the dark knife body, the fierce object "Scorpion" ranked 49th among the 81 fierce beasts also slowly rose. The iconic poisonous tail rose high, and a dark light slowly reflected the whole blade like running water, as if it was painted with a deep layer of dark paint. In an instant, the sky over the whole dragon head. It solidified from time to time, and the air corroded like water waves.

This is the most powerful talent of the "stinging scorpion", which can corrode or soften all objects.

The rapid scorpion tail twitching, coupled with the volley of the beast soul and the blade, this time, the soul sword is afraid of being difficult to block.

"Ah... What should I do?" Cat Xiaojiu hurriedly pulled Wu Pengwei's sleeve.

Wu Pengwei smiled and said faintly, "It doesn't matter. I expected such a situation. Come on, I'll give you a gesture to use your energy and blood to urge this gesture."

Wu Pengwei made a gesture.

Cat Xiaojiu was extremely anxious, and now he made such a gesture to urge all the power of qi and blood.

When the gesture condensed, the red soul sword logo on Cat Xiaojiu's wrist suddenly emitted a faint light, and the light gathered into an ancient crimson rune pattern. The pattern was indescribable strangeness, as if it was written by the magic pen.

In a moment, a very strange picture appeared in the ancient mirror.

A faint black water wave suddenly appeared on the red soul sword wrapped in four scorpion-tail-like steel thorns. In an instant, thousands of silk-like fine black lines opened in the air. At the same time, a little dark light and shadow in the hilt came out of the shell and turned into a enough The huge black snake in the detached hill.

In the snake kiss, the black fog sprayed out.

Tens of millions of thin black lines bloomed with a thick blood-like luster, mixed with the black fog, covering the whole ancient mirror in an instant.

The black fog blinded everyone's eyes. In the deep darkness, only a harsh sound of metal impact was heard, and then there was no life.

"Puff..."

Before passing through the ancient mirror, Guan Lin spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was as white as paper, and he fell straight back.

Everyone was shocked at the same time.

Through the ancient mirror, the black fog also slowly separated. The first thing to touch is to tightly wrap the scorpion. The two are entangled with life and death, but the scorpion tail knife seems to have been corroded by something. It is tattered and divided. At the moment when the black fog disperses, it is the poisonous soul sword like splitting the water waves. Cut the scorpion tail knife into two.

"What!"

Master Iron opened his eyes angrily with an incredible look.

Everyone present also had the same expression. The overlord of the forging industry, a five-grade excellent soul knife carefully forged by a generation of forging craftsmen was actually torn into two by an unknown five-grade soul sword of the unknown "tight knife chamber of commerce", which is simply subverting everyone's cognition.

How is that possible?

Such questions not only appear in the hearts of the people who walk through the ancient mirror, but also the high red flame killing, Grandma Gu Xia and the "knife idiot" Du Gu Chu show an unbelievable, although it is only fleeting.

"Wonderful, it's really wonderful. I didn't expect that there are such a clever forger in the world. In terms of exquisiteness and practicality, in fact, the blacksmith's scorpion tail knife is slightly better. I can't expect that it is easily cut off like a water wave by the other party's soul sword. Unexpectedly, there is a soul weapon that I'm 'knife idiot'. It seems that I really do it this time. That's right. I may have a clue about the thing I've been thinking about for a long time. A cold light flashed in Du Guchu's eyes.

"How is that possible? What the hell is going on?" The iron master suddenly lost his mind. In an instant, he was old for hundreds of years, and his soul was taken away by him.

And Guan Lin was lying on the ground with his eyes closed. He used all his methods and still couldn't wake up, but the blood between the corners of his lips flowed out, more and more shocking, as if life had passed with it.

The Wanzhen Pavilion, which was still majestic at the last moment, was ruined in an instant.

Cat Xiaojiu cheered and took back the poisonous soul sword that traveled through the ancient mirror. He stroked the sword body with joy, like his favorite thing, and he couldn't put it down again and again.

However, she is a little money fan. When she thought of the reward of the conference, she raised her head and shouted at the people in Wanzhen Pavilion, "Hey, I said, you, the reward of this competition? There's no way you can't do it."

The disciples of Wanzhen Pavilion looked at each other in consternation one by one. The president was seriously injured and was unpredictable. The only elder blacksmith looked like dementia and repeatedly muttered, "How can this be, how can this be..." The disciples suddenly lost their main bones and did not know what to do?

Cat Xiaojiu gently patted the soul sword in his hand and said with a sneer, "Well, play tricks, right? I can tell you that whoever plays a rogue with your ninth master in this city is looking for death. There are rules in the Tao. If you are in arrears for a day, you double, and so on, I think you are God will come back. Otherwise, it doesn't matter if you don't want anything. Take off the plaque of your Wanzhen Pavilion and let my ninth master step on it twice.

There are also bloody people among the disciples of Wanzhen Pavilion. When the next man stood up, he looked for an iron box with a gloomy face and said coldly, "Things are in it, and I, Wanzhen Pavilion, can still afford to lose."

Cat Xiaojiu suddenly smiled and was about to walk over to pick it up.

But at this moment, a gloomy voice sounded.

"Wait!"

A gloomy young man came out over the crowd. It was Mr. Yin Feng.