Chief don't slap in the face

Song Guo looked around.

Not far away, there is a forging shop. There are craftsmen with shirtless arms, sweating like rain, making weapons. The hot copper water flows, and when it is cooled by clear water, it will make a chi-chi sound, and white air will rise.

There were about thirty other customers in the shop, and upon hearing this, they couldn't help but look back.

Who is this? The tone is so loud!

"Ha ha!"

The waiter saw this kind of customers a lot, so he didn't think it was disobedient, and pointed directly to a bronze epee resting on the stone platform.

"Our signboard is our reputation, and I don't need to introduce any more. That heavy sword is three meters long and weighs a thousand stones. If you can pick it up, I will show you other weapons!"

"You make things difficult for us?"

Ghost Lord frowned.

"It's not making things difficult, it's a test!"

The waiter in the shop smiled, very proud: "Our Hagar's weapon, three words, is very expensive, but not everyone can buy it if they want, the customer must first prove his strength, and will not humiliate our 'Hagar' The reputation!"

Hagar has become a signboard, and there are many swordsmiths under his command. Their weapons are also very sophisticated. Ordinary people can just buy this, but if they want to make it by Xiagar, they have to show their strength.

"whispering sound!"

Xiao Songguo walked to the stone platform, grabbed the hilt of the sword, didn't even try to feel the weight, and turned directly.

call!call!

The epee swung, and the wind blowing away the dust on the ground.

Whoa!

A sound of amazement.

The shocked eyes of the guests fell on Song Guo. This little loli is only four or five years old, but her strength is a bit too much.

The epee of a thousand stones was held in her hand like a bean sprout.

"It feels so-so!"

Xiao Songguo commented, and threw it to Xia Ye.

Snapped!

Xia Ye grabbed the epee and swung it a few times.

"Tsk, amazing!"

A guest called out hello.

The power of a thousand stones is a standard equipment for the ninth level of the Body Refining Realm. This level is not high, but it is unusual for Xia Ye's age group.

And there is another point, picking it up, and being able to wave it easily are not the same thing!

The waiter's attitude became a lot more cautious, because Master Xia Jia said that those who can wield this epee are those with extraordinary courage.

"Now we are qualified to look at weapons?"

Song Guo patted the small leather bag: "Don't worry, I can afford the money!"

Looking at the weapons on the weapon rack, Jia Duo was completely lost. As a soldier, this kind of place is heaven.

"Choose whatever you want, I'll go over there and have a look!"

Xia Ye walked towards the forging shop, and after looking at it for a few minutes, he watched a swordsmith rest and drink water, and walked up.

"Are you free agents, or contracted artisans?"

Xia Ye inquired that a free body is an ordinary employment relationship and can leave at any time, while the latter is a master-apprentice or slave relationship.

"All!"

The swordsmiths have also noticed the movement just now, and because of their habits, they look at weapons first when they look at people. Whether it's the Tai Ah hanging on the left waist of Xia Ye, or the Four Seasons song pinned behind the waist, even if it's the scabbard, They all reveal the traces of the master's works, so the swordsmith who was questioned did not dare to neglect.

People with little strength can't afford such a good weapon.

"May I ask how much it will cost to hire a freelance swordsmith?"

After Xia Ye asked, the swordsmiths froze, looked at him in surprise, and couldn't help laughing.

Came to Hagar's forging shop to dig people, this boy is probably mentally handicapped, right?

"Ten thousand knives a month?"

Xia Ye didn't pay attention to the laughter, guessed it, and offered a price.

"belch!"

Like a duck being pinched by the neck, all the laughter dissipated immediately, and the eyes of the swordsmiths became speculative.

"Twenty thousand?"

Xia Ye is still the recruiting idea of ​​later generations. If he wants to poach people, he must pay a premium no matter what.

"Boy, are you kidding us?"

There are swordsmiths who are unhappy. Ten thousand dollars is quite a high salary for ordinary craftsmen like them.

"I was serious!"

Xia Ye shrugged.

"Hey boy, what are you doing?"

The craftsman got annoyed, and took out the red-hot sword embryo from the furnace: "I went to the Hagar weapon shop to dig people, are you here to clean up the place?"

"Mo Wuheng can be my guarantor. If any of you want to go, you can find me through her!"

Xia Ye also knew that his behavior was a bit excessive, so he stopped it.

"Miss Mo?"

Hearing the name, the expressions of the swordsmiths relaxed a lot, even the head of the craftsman was a little embarrassed, because Mo Wuheng, he couldn't afford to offend.

"To be friends with Mo Wuheng, you must be a big shot, right?"

A free agent couldn't hold back, and asked, "What do you mean, do you want to open a weapon shop? With all due respect, you are from the Xia family, right? In Xiacheng, unless you are the three great masters, even if your weapons can be sold Going out, paying [-] knives a month is a big loss, and there is no profit!"