As a weapon craftsman, Teng Yongfan was excited and excited when he saw the legendary "Purple Light Cold Iron".

But he instantly realized.

"Qingshan, come in with me." Teng Yongfan grabbed two pieces of ten thousand-year-old cold iron, rushed into the inner room, and shouted to the outside, "Alan, Qingshan and I have something to discuss. You eat first, don't call us again, we will come out and eat later."

Teng Qingshan and his father entered the inner room together.

As soon as he entered the inner room, Teng Yongfan immediately tied the door.

"Qingshan." Teng Yongfan stared at Teng Qingshan and said, "These two pieces of ten thousand-year-old cold iron are priceless treasures! Once the news of our Tengjiazhuang having ten thousand-year-old cold iron is spread, the White Horse Gang, the Tieshan Gang, knew that it would be a catastrophe for our Tengjiazhuang."

Of course Teng Qingshan understands the principle of guilt that he is guilty of possessing a treasure.

"Qingshan, even your mother and your sister can't tell you about this news. Your mother is not strict, and it will be bad if you accidentally say it. Our tribe is very united, but they are also human beings. Faced with the temptation of such a treasure, some bad thoughts will inevitably appear." Teng Yongfan said solemnly, "Only three people can know about this news about this news of this news, you, I and your grandfather."

Teng Qingshan nodded, and his grandfather Teng Yunlong, as the patriarch, was trustworthy.

Moreover, if you want to use this ten thousand-year-old cold iron, you will definitely not be able to escape your grandfather.

"Come on, I'll take the scale and see how heavy it is." Teng Yongfan walked to the side of the bed, behind the rice jar, and placed the scale there.

"A thousand-year-old cold iron is worth two taels of gold. The price of this ten thousand-year-old cold iron is a hundred times higher than that of a thousand-year-old cold iron. A ten thousand-year-old cold iron is at least 200 taels of gold, which is twenty kilograms of gold." Teng Yongfan said, and put a slightly smaller piece of ten thousand-year-old cold iron on the pallet.

A scale.

Teng Qingshan also looked at the scale of the scale carefully. The most expensive "star steel" I saw in Wanxiang Tower was only equivalent to gold, but this ten thousand years of cold iron was twenty times higher than gold.

"Seven pounds and two liang!" Teng Yongfan said in surprise, "Just like this small piece, there are seven pounds and two liang. It is worthy of being the ten thousand-year-old cold iron."

"Dad, if you sell these seven pounds and two ounces, you will probably be able to sell nearly 150 pounds of gold, which is 1,500 ounces of gold!" Teng Qingshan exclaimed. The inconspicuous black stone could be exchanged for a small pile of gold. Thinking about a small pile of gold in front of you, it would be heart-wrenching.

"You boy, your father was so moved. Come on, look at the slightly bigger one, how heavy it is." Teng Yongfan continued to weigh the second piece.

A scale.

"Nine pounds and one ounce!" Teng Yongfan said with a suppressed surprise.

This is a huge fortune!

"Qingshan, this total is more than 16 kilograms! Ten thousand years of cold iron is priced but not in the market. If you really sell it, you will probably be able to sell it even higher. However, too much money will not be of much benefit to my Tengjiazhuang." Teng Yongfan suddenly smiled and looked at Teng Qingshan, "Qingshan, haven't you always wanted to refine a weapon that is worthy of your hand?

"weapon?"

"Haha, with this ten thousand years of cold iron, your father is sure to refine a magic weapon for you!" Teng Yongfan was very confident, "Even in this world, there are countless magic weapons."

Teng Qingshan couldn't help but feel moved. Ten thousand years of cold iron is very valuable, but Teng Qingshan, who has memories of his previous life, does not value money. If it is enough, it will be enough. It is only a number. As for the magical weapon... Teng Qingshan was very eager for it.

Because he is too strong.

With a huge force of tens of thousands of pounds on both arms, Teng Qingshan could not use Teng Qingshan as much as possible. When some exquisite moves were used, the power spear was easily broken.

"Dad, do you say you are using ten thousand years of cold iron to make weapons? But this is only a little bit, and you can't create a gun at all." Teng Qingshan looked at two ten thousand years of cold iron, "If you want to make a spear completely made of ten thousand years of cold iron, then I will be the next cold pond. Be careful, it shouldn't be a big problem."

"Going?" Teng Yongfan glared, "You kid, let me know clearly. You will never be allowed to enter the Bihan Pond in the future."

Teng Qingshan smiled awkwardly.

If you sneak into Bihan Pond and get the ten thousand-year-old cold iron and escape immediately, it is indeed very likely to succeed. However... the Jiao, who is already full of anger towards Teng Qingshan, once he discovers Teng Qingshan again, he will jump into Bihan Pond from the bottom channel. Teng Qingshan is also very dangerous.

"What I mean by your father is not just this ten thousand-year-old cold iron, but also the star rebar!" Teng Yongfan said.

"Star rebar?" Teng Qingshan frowned, "It can't catch up with tens of thousands of years of cold iron, right?" His father said before that he wanted to refine a magic weapon with all his own talents.

Teng Yongfan smiled proudly: "Qingshan, you are the best in the clan in this spear, but when it comes to making weapons, you are far from being. Remember, this is not the more expensive the materials, the better! The cold iron of a thousand years is indestructible. But the hardness of a long spear is important, but more importantly, the toughness and the strength that can be retained!"

The one that suits is the best.

For example, wood has a lot of hard wood. However, as gun barrels, there are only tough woods such as green nanmu and ash.

"Star rebar is the steel with the best toughness, and it is also what we know now, the best material for building gun rods!" Teng Yongfan smiled, "According to the book, this star rebar is difficult to destroy even innate masters. Once it is poured into internal strength, it can withstand endless power."

Endless power, of course, cannot be really endless. But this limit is very high.

"And ten thousand years of cold iron is suitable for making gun heads! What the gun head needs is indestructible and sharp!" Teng Yongfan smiled, "However, we can't afford the star rebar, so... we have to exchange it for ten thousand years of cold iron! Qingshan, you can use this ten thousand years of cold iron of seven pounds and two taels of ten thousand years of cold iron, go to the Wanxiang Tower and replace the star rebar."

Teng Qingshan's heart was hot.

Star rebar is the gun rod, and ten thousand years of cold iron is the gun head. This magic weapon that was born is the weapon that can fully exert its strength.

"Dad, how much star rebar is needed?" Teng Qingshan asked.

"Qingshan, how long do you need?" Teng Yongfan asked back.

Teng Qingshan thought about it and his height was about seven feet and four inches (1.85 meters), and his muscles and bones had grown to a limit during physiological development. Now he had almost no height. The best length of the spear is about nine feet and six inches (2.4 meters). Teng Qingshan said: "Dad, the best length of this spear is nine feet and six inches. Of course, it is one or two inches shorter and one or two inches longer, and there is no big problem."

"What does it mean to be a big problem? Your father and I have built a nine-foot-6-inch weapon for you. The ones that will be nine-foot-6-inch!" Teng Yongfan said in a little thought, "Then the star rebar needed for this gun should be just over 100 kilograms. In this way, you can buy 105 kilograms of star rebar and be prepared for any trouble!"

"I understand, dad." Teng Qingshan nodded.

"When are you planning to enter the city?" Teng Yongfan said.

"Dad, I plan to go to the city immediately after breakfast today. But Dad... I guess there is not so much goods for the precious material of Star Rebar, Wanxianglou." Teng Qingshan said. In his previous life, Teng Qingshan knew that many gold stores had only so many gold stores.

Yicheng is just a small town.

How much inventory can Vientiane Building store in a small town?

"Yes, you think more thoughtful than your father. It's really possible that there is no inventory in Wanxiang Building." Teng Yongfan woke up. After all, he was just a civilian at the foot of the mountain. In their eyes, Wanxiang Building was a very amazing store. He didn't expect this at all. Teng Yongfan understood after Teng Qingshan said this.

"So Dad, I'm going to the city today, and I guess I can't come back that day. I'm going to wait in the city and wait until the goods arrive before coming back." Teng Qingshan said. Teng Qingshan did this and was also prevented from being followed.

Teng Yongfan then became alert and said, "Yes, come back when you buy the goods, and there is Qingshan. You must be careful in the city."

"Don't worry, dad." Teng Qingshan chuckled. As a super killer in his previous life, Teng Qingshan really didn't take some lurking assassination methods from the killers of today's era. If someone really follows him, in Teng Qingshan's eyes, it would be that the birthday boy always drinks arsenic and seeks death.

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Early that morning, Teng Qingshan had a piece of ten thousand-year-old cold iron weighing 'seven pounds and two ounces' in his arms, dozens of taels of silver and some copper coins, and holding a machete, he entered the city.

After entering the city.

Teng Qingshan first went to the cloth shop and spent three taels of silver to buy a suit for himself. For ordinary people, it was a luxury. For internal experts, it could only be considered "low-key". What Teng Qingshan had to do was to make others unable to see his identity at all.

As the saying goes, people rely on clothes. After wearing a delicately crafted blue shirt, they carry a sharp knife on their backs, which has the style of a warrior who has made the world.

Then, I had a hearty lunch in a restaurant.

It was afternoon that Teng Qingshan walked towards the Wanxiang Tower. Teng Qingshan had a cold face at this moment. When pedestrians around him looked at it, they thought Teng Qingshan was not a good person.

"Enter into my Wanxiang Tower, please remove the weapons." Two women wearing swords at the entrance of the Wanxiang Tower blocked them at the same time and reached out to stop them.

"Hmph." Teng Qingshan's eyes turned cold and he swept away the two women.

"Get out."

Teng Qingshan rushed forward and directly knocked the two women with internal strength away. Suddenly, some internal strength masters in the Wanxiang Tower surrounded him, all of them were guards. One of the leaders looked at Teng Qingshan carefully and bowed: "Brother, go into my Wanxiang Tower and remove weapons. This is the rule!"

Teng Qingshan's eyes swept towards him, his eyes were cold, and the murderous intent in his eyes made those people feel terrified.

Teng Qingshan crawled out of the dead in his previous life, and in this life, he slaughtered wolves at the age of ten. Teng Qingshan was originally a god of killing. Isn’t it easy to shock these masters of internal strength?

"Little Little Yicheng, no one is qualified to let me remove my weapons." Teng Qingshan held a knife and stood indifferently, "Let your poster who is in charge come over! Today, I am looking for your poster to have a big deal, and I don't want to kill anyone!"

"Senior Brother." One of the guards looked at the person in the lead.

"This person, a collision will make the two junior sisters unable to resist. We can't afford to offend us. Go and ask the master and uncle." The guard leader said in a low voice.

Teng Qingshan glanced at these people and smiled coldly.
Chapter completed!