There was no sign of sword light or sword shadow, nor was there a sound of breaking the wind, only a trace of tearing gauze came.

I saw that the shield had been cut in half, and the thick wooden stakes behind the arm were cut off. After careful examination, I found that the fracture was as smooth as a mirror and there was no burr.

Both of them were experts, and their eyes widened. Yang Gan kept rubbing the sword in his hand, unable to help but say "tsk tsk".

Ou Yexia looked distressed and slapped her thighs with a pity, "I'd better if I just lighter."

The kind of depression that the divine weapon was forged but could not be used was something that no blacksmith could tolerate.

What are weapons? Many swordsmen or rangers will say that they are friends or other nonsense.

friend?

slave?

No matter what it is, weapons are used. If they cannot be used, they are waste unless they have symbolic meanings.

But Yang Gan ignored it and slashed at the wooden stakes with different armors. Without surprise, he cut off one knife and two pieces.

"If I read it right, these armor and shields are all equipment from Liao Guo and Xingguo."

"Yes, young master, in the shield, Shang Kingdom is better than us and other vassal states, but the armor is only general."

"The shield of Liao Kingdom is not very good, and most of them are wooden shields, but their heavy crossbows are good craftsmanship."

"As for Xingguo, they rarely deal with each other. After all, the distance is far. Only a dozen years ago, after fighting, there was basically no contact with each other, and only a few armors and shields left in the armory before."

Ou Yexia rubbed the cut of the shield, shook her head, and exclaimed, "But there is no difference. Anyway, it's one-size-fits-all, it's really a magic weapon."

Ou Yexia immediately urged her feet to stamp her chest, looking regretful, why did her hands be so cheap?

After the shields and armor on more than a dozen wooden stakes were cut off, fine sweat actually oozed from Yang Gan's forehead.

"Huh~~ he's so heavy~!"

"Young Master, after the next time the Iron Iron is transported, I will make you a magic weapon that is most suitable for you."

With Yang Gan's physical fitness so difficult, Ou Yexia said a little embarrassedly.

Yang Gan put the big knife on his shoulder again. The blade body was very thick and it didn't hurt at all when he resisted it on his shoulder.

"Old man Ou Ye, you forgot that I am only nine years old. What if I am nineteen? I believe I can use this magic weapon."

Ou Yexia suddenly thought that the county magistrate who was victorious in every battle and unparalleled in front of him, who loved the people so much and achieved remarkable achievements, was only nine years old, and almost forgot his age.

After shook his head, Ou Yexia still reminded, "Young master, I'll say more words, old man, you should use this knife less. You are still young now. If you ruin your foundation and lose your body, it will be troublesome."

Yang Gan kept throwing his knife away, so good that he was so happy. What was he? He was a military general, what did the general like the most, weapons, armor, and horses.

A suitable and extremely sharp sword can increase the rate of killing enemies on the battlefield by 50% or even 80% of the rate of killing enemies.

Many people think that the sharper the weapon, the better. In fact, in ancient battlefields, whether the weapon's sharp edge is not the most important thing, the most important thing is only one.

That is solid. Only strong weapons will not be cut off by others. If weapons are cut off on the battlefield, then you will be ready to die.

What Yang Gan needs to do now is how to turn the sword into the one that suits him.

Looking at the smooth and dark blade, Yang Gan frowned and said, "Old man, don't you think the blade is too smooth?"

Ou Yexia was stunned, "Smooth? This is the material, what's wrong?"

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Yang Gan curled his lips, "It's a pity that such a good treasure knife has no seal carving name."

Ou Yexia's brows immediately frowned.

"Young Master, this is too difficult."

"I must carve seals. Such a good treasure knife is so bare."

Ou Yexia walked around, frowned, muttering in her mouth.

Finally, he clapped his hands and said, "You can only open the mold, open the edge of the mold, and use the mold stamping to force the words on the back of the treasure knife."

"how long?"

"The tools are all complete and they will be done in the afternoon, but there is only one problem."

"explain."

Ou Yexia spread her hands, "There are all rude people present, and there are people who can read, but no one's handwriting is beautiful. People always have to write beautiful words and type them on it, otherwise it will be too ugly and will be insulted."

"Okay, I'll find a way. You guys prepare for it first. Wait until I bring the words and cast the mold directly."

After Yang Gan said that, he sent someone to Zhuangzi to find Xun Qing. This person is a Confucian sub-saint and a later saint. With the good handwriting he wrote, the most suitable thing he wrote.

When Xun Qing was studying, he saw that it was Yang Gan's request, so of course he cooperated with him. Not long after, the word "Long Feifeng Wu" was taken over by his subordinates.

When Ou Yexia saw it, she nodded constantly and was satisfied. She was worthy of being a Confucian sub-sage. The words she wrote were so flowing and had a deep sense of content.

Not long after, the mold was cast out. After the blade was opened, the big knife was placed under the water conservancy hammer from the red furnace, and the mold was added to the maximum power.

"Dang~~~Dangdang~~~Dangdangdangdangdang~~~!"

From slow to fast, the maximum power of the water conservancy hammer is like a wild horse that breaks away from reins, smashing the mold with great power.

In order to make the blade softer, Ou Yexia, regardless of the risk of the furnace scrapping, stuffed a large amount of coal into it, and the water was discharged to the maximum, and even the color inside the furnace turned blazing white.

Sure enough, with all the tools in hand, two seal scripts were beaten out after two hours of continuous pounding.

Although the traces are not deep, just using these two fonts will ruin a furnace, more than ten molds and two adhesive plates.

At the end of this time, it is estimated that the water conservancy hammers will need to be repaired, and the originally smooth surface has been sunken.

When it was created, Ou Yexia was not idle either. She asked her apprentice to take out the wood he had treasured for a long time, a large piece of black and gloomy wood.

I don’t know how many years this kind of wood has been buried underground. The price is extremely high on the market. Many people like to use it to make furniture. Although it is not very beautiful, it can be remembered forever.

I have never heard of furniture made of this wood because it is naturally rotten. Many furniture has been passed down from the Yanhuang Kingdom period. It has not rotted for nearly a thousand years and has never grown insects.

After financializing the yellow, pour it into the dent that was beaten and quickly put it into the urine mixture of five animals to cool.

This time is different from before.

With a "snap~~", a large amount of water vapor came out, and the cost of a furnace was used to increase the temperature to the highest level. It seems that the effort was not in vain.

The black sword body, two golden seal scripts, are firmly embedded on it like knives and axes.

【Dragon Slaying】

Yang Gan held up the treasure knife and couldn't help laughing loudly, barely completing the quenching.

He quickly came to the drill ground with the Dragon Slaying Sword and started slashing wildly. Without exception, no matter what kind of armor it was, as long as it was chopped by the Dragon Slaying Sword, it would basically be cut by one knife or two.

Yang Gan asked with the dragon-slaying sword

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"What is the most advanced armor set now?"

"Of course it is the latest standard armor of our border army, but it has not been mass-produced yet."

"Is it Shan Wenjia?"

"Of course, the process is just a bit complicated, so I don't plan to mass produce it yet."

Yang Gan nodded and asked Ou Yexia to put the most advanced Shan Wenjia on the pig, pulled out the dragon-slaying knife from the scabbard, and suddenly slashed at the pig.

The pig wearing the latest armor was cut off with one knife, and a smile like a pig appeared on Yang Gan's face.

"The hand feels invincible, and you can enjoy silky smoothness."

With Ou Yexia's helpless expression on his face, Yang Gan grabbed his hem and wiped the blade, and put the knife in the sheath with a smile.

"Oh, I almost forgot that Chrisna's armor is almost eliminated. This time I had a fight with someone else. The connection between the armor and the armor was cut a lot. You can take some time to make her a set of Shanwen armor, and I will also change my armor."

Ou Yexia said, "This is easy to deal with, it's just a bigger size. The size last time is still there, but~~Young Master, your armor is the top so far, why do you need to change it?"

Yang Gan said with dissatisfaction, "You know I'm nine years old. I was only eight years old last year, and the armor was forged last year. Could it be that I can't grow it?"

"How much has it grown."

"About 5 cm." Yang Gan's eyes became vague.

Ou Yexia pulled Yang Gan to the wall without saying a word. This is made by referring to the size inside Zhang Yumeng’s mobile phone, and the size chart.

"159 cm? Young Master, he is only 3 cm tall, not five cm."

Yang Gan's eyes immediately burst out with murderous aura, and he almost bit his back teeth and said, "I'm fucking thank you, three centimeters, rounding it is just five centimeters?"

Ou Yexia shrank her neck, but she didn't know why Yang Gan was angry.

"After the meteorite is transported, it will be used to forge my armor directly. The style is still the same as before, but you need to add hand armor and protective boots."

"Ship armor? Boots? What are they? Are they used for archery shooting?"

Hand armor is relatively rare in the Central Plains. As the saying goes, mass production costs are too high and practical.

Yang Gan stretched out his hand and grabbed his fist. "Which hand armor, how can I tell you, it's just metal gloves, but it can't hinder the flexibility of the hand."

"For boots, they are shoes made of metal armor. They not only prevent them from being trampled by horse hooves, but also kick the enemy to death in the fight."

Yang Gan felt that these two types of Gothic armor and boots that were closer to Europe.

It looks heavy, but it is actually very flexible.

"etc"

After thinking for a while, Ou Yexia then realized it.

He widened his eyes, "Young Master, you don't want to make meteorites into armor, right? That's not OK. It's too heavy and you will definitely not be able to run."

Yang Gan curled his lips, pointed at his head with his fingers and said unhappy, "Working the brain, meteorite iron is so precious. After the first melting and condensed, it has an indestructible property. That's even simpler. Just put the armor into the furnace and just plaster it with a layer."

"The defense is available again, the weight is not very heavy, and it also saves materials. I don't know how much stock this meteorite has. It depends entirely on luck, and it saves some."

Ou Yexia looked at Yang Gan in disbelief and slowly gave a thumbs up, "Gao, it's really high, the young master is worthy of being a young master. Oh~~ It's a pity that you don't become a blacksmith."

Yang Gan carried the Dragon Slaying Sword and said with a bad look on his face, "Okay, I will resign the county magistrate and general Zhenbei tomorrow and come to be a blacksmith for you."

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