Chapter 764 Old Iron Street

"Dare to ask who uses this weapon? Do you use long instruments or short instruments? Xue Tielin said.

"I use it, as long as it's exquisite." Wang Wu's swordsmanship.

"What? Do you want to use it yourself? Ha ha ha, you are really teasing the old man. Xue Tielin smiled and said, "Even if you can successfully achieve the fusion of the beast's core, I'm afraid you may not be able to control it!"

"Master Xue won't answer?" Wang Wujian stood up unhappily. His face was like an ice cube. Once he pulled down his face, it was more like everyone owed him millions, which made people unhappy.

"Okay, this order has been taken over. Then create a pair of broken claws for you, and leave up to six beast nuclear printing platforms, but..." Xue Tielin suddenly showed a little difficult. Wang Wujian sneered and said, "The price is not a problem. I want six beast nuclear printing platforms."

"Okay, the driver is really refreshing. A pair of broken claws has a total of two million gold. I need to spend ten days to collect materials. According to the rules, the driver needs to pay half of the fee in ten days so that I can turn around. Six months later, I will take the other half to pick up the goods today." Xue Tielin smiled greedily.

Two million? Robbery! Wang Wujian almost called out. This old miscellaneous hair is too good to kill. You know, Qin Yan has accumulated more than three million assets for several years, and more than half of it has been spent on making weapons alone. Don't think about the armor.

"I heard that Master Xue has always been in good health and has a big appetite every day. Now it seems that it's not true. But the million gold can't be brought by me by a little girl. How about paying a deposit of 500,000 yuan in advance today, 500,000 yuan for the attached beast core, and the remaining one million will be delivered after completion? Wang Wujian said plainly that he really looks like a gentry who spends money like water, but this is just a stopgap measure. If he really gives him two million gold, Wang Wujian can beat himself to death.

"Although you are young, you believe in your character and will never do anything against your promise. OK, pay 500,000 yuan today, Xue Li, take the driver to the account room. Xue Tielin stood up and his eyes were shining, as if he was ten years younger all of a sudden. He was suddenly energetic and full of energy.

After a moment, Xue Li came back with a flamish smile on his face, nodded to Xue Tielin and smiled, "Master, do you really want to cast for her?" As he spoke, he wiped his neck. The money has arrived. What's the use of retaining people?

"No hurry." Xue Tielin groaned the long stubble and said with a wicked smile, "Look at this girl for me and find out her background in ten days. If she is really profitable, keep it, otherwise, kill her!"

Leaving Xuefu, Wang Wujian walked leisurely on the bustling streets of the Communist Party of Gang. Both sides of the spacious streets were occupied by hawkers, full of all kinds of things, edible, playful, strange and countless. However, since he is in the Communist Party of Gang, there is a kind of hawker that is indispensable, that is trafficking. All kinds of rare metals, such traders have a unique name - old iron dealers. It is said that an unnamed peddler selling gold and iron accidentally got a strange piece of metal and accidentally got a secret book from the metal. Unexpectedly, it was a high-level secret book of casting weapons, which made the unknown vendor become a star in the casting world in just a few decades, and that magical The metal was also refined into a machete by him, and it is said that the machete later became psychic and was a treasure that cut iron like mud. Later, in order to commemorate the colleagues, those merchants who sold gold and iron called themselves old iron dealers. Of course, they also hoped that they could also have a great opportunity to change their ordinary fate.

But don't underestimate these old iron dealers. Some of them do have rare metals. Many well-known artifacts come from their hands. In addition to old iron sellers, these people also usually go to some deadly places to look for metal to increase the supply of goods.

I have to say that the casting technique is strictly controlled by some people and interrupts many people with potential resources to become talents.

After several inquisiries, Wang Wujian came to Lao Tie Street and tried to bang his luck to see if he could find some strange Yibao.

Lao Tie Street, as the name implies, is the street where old iron vendors are concentrated. There are noless than 200 old iron sellers setting up stalls here. Some are full of spirit and shouting very hard. I don't know how the business is, but there are many people who attract. Some people are listless, leaning against the wall with their eyes, drowsy. Wait for customers to take the initiative to ask. There are all kinds of people.

Most of the people who come to this old iron street also try their luck like Wang Wujian to see if they can find one or two favorite treasures, but it also depends on their financial resources. After all, the price of real excellent metals is not low, and they are generally very high.

However, it is worth affirming that a rare metal will be made here almost every three days. I have to admire that these old iron dealers have unique skills, that is, the ability to find precious iron. Although the casting master blocked the casting technique so that they could not melt by themselves, they mastered the skills that the casting masters dreamed of. In this way, both families had food to eat, but those who wanted to create artifacts in the middle scolded, but they had to admit defeat.

"Hey, handsome man, come here to have a look. I have the ghost gold iron that has just been unearthed this month. It's high. Don't miss it when you pass by..."

"Hey, young man, come in and have a look. I have a Jiulong rock that was dug out yesterday. It is a necessary material for synthetic artifacts. There is only one piece. If you miss it, wait for a thousand years. Come on, throw it, hey, throw it..."

"Come on, friends, let's take a look here. This is the jasper ancient iron I just dug out this morning. Although it is the size of a palm, it is weakly integrated into the weapon, which can increase its combat effectiveness by ten times. Rare treasures are free to show you..."

The hawking on both sides kept attracting the eyes of Wang Wujian, but he shook his head. The things that these people sell are indeed treasures. As for whether it is the real Wang Wujian or not, the main reason is that these things are of little significance to him. Even if it is given to him for nothing, he still has to take it, so he did not put too much experience here. He walked slowly forward, and his eyes also moved around every booth.

"Hey, young man, I see that your eyes are shining, and you have a spiritual light behind your head. You are an incarnate god. I dare not say for three years. You will definitely become one of the best in the world, but ordinary broken copper iron is not enough as your weapon. Come and have a look. This is a nine-grained dragon black iron. Ah, after sucking the blood of the nine-striped dragon, it naturally looks like a divine sword. It can be formed after a little forging. It is the most powerful in the world. In order to take care of you, a divine talent, I decided to sell it to you with tears... Hey, hey, hey, don't go, at least give me a price..."

"Well, young man, I think your face is like a crown jade, your lips are covered with fat, and you are born with a fairy bone platform. It's definitely my blessing if you can come to me to have a look. Well, I decided to sell you the treasure of my stall - Jiuyang Jinjing Xuanshi. Well, don't look at it as plain with weapons, it has dry inside. Kun, I think you are a face-to-face student, not a local. Well, I'll give you a discount and buy it for you at a cheap price... I'll give you a discount, don't go..."

"Wow, God, you are the genius I have been waiting for for decades. Only people like you deserve to use my diamond. Such a large jade diamond can be made into a weapon or armor, which can definitely make your strength invincible among your peers. Ah, it's not me bragging. Every day, people kneel at my door and beg me, but I didn't buy it. After all, how can I sell such a strange thing as jade diamond to ordinary people? I think you are God's god for a long time, so I'll sell him to you... Ah, at least say something..."

"Ha, young man, I can see at a glance that you are a person with your own vision. You are a special person who has been to Gang Gongguo to create artifacts, right? Hey hey, am I right? Do you like my ancient turtle stone? Hey, you are really discerning. To be honest, this is the most valuable product I have ever dug up in my life. I have to worship it every morning, noon and evening. It's simply my registration stone. Unfortunately, I don't know how to melt it. Otherwise, I will make it into a shield. Hey hey, even if the gods go down to earth, it will be difficult for him to divide it in the cold winter. How about it? Is it itchy? For the sake of your sincerity, I have decided to give you a discount. How about this price? ...Hey, brother, can you say something? Why do you shake your head vigorously? ...Hey, don't go, let's have a good discussion..."

Wang Wujian has a feeling of collapse. Dare these old iron vendors not only see at a glance that he is a stranger, but also specifically targets outsiders. It's really a group of old people, and they are about to drown him.

It's easy to squeeze to the other side of the street. It's relatively quiet here. After all, it's a gathering of people. Those old iron vendors who can speak well are gathered in the front. The old iron vendors here are basically leaning lazily against the wall, looking at the customers coming and going, and few people take the initiative to speak.

Low-key people often have high-profile babies to take action.

Wang Wujian looked around and walked slowly and carefully. He didn't want to let go of anything that was helpful to him. After all, the road ahead was very bumpy and difficult to predict. He had to make all the plans for the future.

Suddenly, his heart felt a wonderful beat, as if something in the outside world suddenly grabbed his heart. Wang Wujian held his breath and realized the magical breath. Finally, he focused on a booth.

The stall owner is a sloppy but energetic young man. He looks about thirty years old. He glances at the customers back and forth with a smile. His bright eyes are full of blood. It seems that he stays up late a lot, but it is difficult to see that his face is tired.

"Hey hey, come and have a look?"