I quietly became a big boss in the novice village

"What's the matter? You also want our mayor to help you build one?" Old man Zhou smiled as if he saw what Duan Zhenghou was thinking.

Duan Zhenghou didn't deny it either, "I think the old man's hatchet is so good, I want to get a saber too!"

"Then I advise you to give up. Our mayor doesn't make farm tools for people anymore!" Old Man Zhou shook his head.

"That would be a pity!"

Duan Zhenghou pretended to be sorry.

In fact, he was not surprised.

It is definitely impossible to refine such a good magic weapon in batches.

Thinking about this week, the old man had a good relationship with the mayor, so the mayor helped him refine such a special magic weapon.

"Uncle Gen, are you back from cutting firewood in the mountains? Who is this?"

Suddenly, a middle-aged strong man with a hoe came over and looked at Duan Zhenghou curiously.

"This is Song Laizi's friend, here to find Song Laizi!" Old man Zhou explained with a smile.

"So it's Captain Song's friend!"

The middle-aged strong man nodded politely towards Duan Zhenghou, then looked at the old man Zhou, "Uncle Gen, you just came back, so you don't know about your daughter Mingzhu's return!"

"You mean Zhu is back?" Old man Zhou regained his energy.

"Can I still lie to you? Mingzhu just came back not long ago, and I even greeted her!" The middle-aged burly man laughed.

"The girl is finally willing to come back outside. If I don't come back, I will lie in a coffin."

Although the old man Zhou said ugly words, his face was full of smiles.

"Uncle Gen, you are talking nonsense again, you have such a good body, longevity is not a problem!" The middle-aged strong man laughed.

"Shitou, are you okay?" Old Man Zhou asked suddenly.

"It's okay, I just want to go back!" The middle-aged strong man seemed to have guessed something.

"Then trouble you to send this young master to Song Laizi's house, I'm going to have a look at the house!" Old man Zhou said impatiently.

"That's no problem, you go!"

The middle-aged strong man also knew that old man Zhou was eager to see a woman, so he took the job.

"Master Duan, he will take you to Song Laizi's house, I still have something to do, let's go first!"

As he said that, old man Zhou hurried home regardless of the firewood on Duan Zhengwai's shoulder.

This running speed doesn't look like someone who is about to step into a coffin, he is clearly a young and strong guy.

The middle-aged strong man shook his head helplessly, and looked up at Duan Zhenghou who had been silent all this time.

At this moment, Duan Zhenghou was staring at him.

The middle-aged strong man was a little puzzled, "Young Master Duan, what do you think I am doing?"

"That... I wonder if you can lend me your hoe?"

Duan Zhenghou kept his eyes fixed on the hoe on the middle-aged strong man's shoulder.

The middle-aged strong man was a little puzzled, but he didn't refuse, "It's no problem to take a look!"

Handing the hoe to Duan Zhenghou, Duan Zhenghou trembled all over, the refining technique was the same, and it also possessed some kind of power, this is another Xuantian Lingbao.

It's just that this Xuantian Lingbao is a little different from Old Man Zhou's hatchet.

Duan Zhenghou Weiwei injected his spiritual thoughts into the hoe.

A pair of eyes suddenly opened.

"roll!

Duan Zhenghou only felt that the spiritual power in his body was unstable, so he withdrew his divine thoughts suddenly, and his face turned pale.

"What's wrong with you?"

The middle-aged strong man looked puzzled. Most people would feel infinite power when picking up a hoe. Why did this man pick up the hoe as if... a loss?

"I have seen this hoe, it is very good!"

Duan Zhenghou hurriedly returned the hoe to the middle-aged man, with sweat gradually oozing from his forehead.

No wonder before, he felt that this hoe was a bit different from Old Man Zhou's hatchet.

It turned out that this hoe had already conceived a weapon spirit.

Although it was just a glance, he still vaguely found that this weapon spirit was somewhat similar to the middle-aged strong man in front of him, but he looked a little older.

"May I ask, your hoe was also built by your mayor?" Duan Zhenghou suppressed the shock in his heart, and looked up at the middle-aged strong man.

The middle-aged strong man nodded, "It was built by the mayor for my father back then. After my father passed away, he passed this hoe to me."

As he spoke, the middle-aged strong man glanced at the hoe in his hand, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"Then you still take this hoe to hoe the ground?"

Duan Zhenghou swallowed, and couldn't help but look at the soil on the hoe.

"Originally, I also wanted to keep this hoe well. After all, this hoe was passed down to me by my father, but my father told me before he died that the hoe is for digging the ground, so I can use it well!"

The middle-aged strong man scratched the back of his head and replied honestly.

Duan Zhenghou was already stunned, not knowing what to say.

Before, the old man Zhou used the Xuantian Lingbao to chop firewood, and this one is using the Xuantian Lingbao to hoe the ground. Could it be that mortals are so inhumane today?

"By the way, the firewood carried on Mr. Duan's shoulders should belong to Uncle Gen, and so does Uncle Gen. When he heard that Mingzhu came back, he was so anxious.

I even forgot the firewood!If Mr. Duan feels tired, let me carry it! "The middle-aged strong man said very politely.

"No need, I can carry this bit of firewood!"

Duan Zhenghou shook his head, suddenly, he thought of something, "Can I ask again, how many people did your mayor help build farm tools?"

"How many people? I remember that every household was built!" The middle-aged strong man recalled.

"Every household? How many people are there in your small town?" Duan Zhenghou rolled his eyes and subconsciously turned his head to look at the huge small town.

"Mr. Duan, you misunderstood. Now our town is really crowded, but when the mayor helped us make farm tools, it was still a small village!" The middle-aged strong man laughed.

Duan Zhenghou breathed a sigh of relief.

In such a big town, each household has one piece, so how many pieces should there be?

But then again, how many households were there in the village?

However, he soon knew the answer.

Moreover, it almost made him vomit blood.

"If I remember correctly, the mayor at least said that he built a hundred and eighty pieces of farm tools!" The middle-aged strong man recalled.

Duan Zhenghou was stunned.

One hundred and eighty pieces?

If they were old man Zhou's hatchet, the same as the middle-aged man's hoe in front of him, wouldn't this small town have hundreds of Xuantian Lingbao?

Duan Zhenghou's heart trembled.

Xuantian Spirit Treasure, even if he has the materials to refine it, he cannot guarantee that it will be successfully refined.

You must know that the process of refining Xuantian Lingbao is extremely cumbersome, if one step is wrong, it is a failure.

And although he had refined no less than twenty Xuantian Spirit Treasures in his life, they were all made after countless failures.

But at this moment, the mayor of this small town actually refined hundreds of Xuantian Lingbao.

Once this news spreads, the entire world of cultivating immortals will be shaken.

After all, there might not be as many Xuantian Lingbao in the entire world of cultivating immortals as there are in this small town.

"I'm a painter, and I'm good at painting. I want to paint the new house more beautifully..."

Suddenly, a crisp, tender and pleasant singing voice interrupted Duan Zhenghou's thoughts.

Duan Zhenghou looked up, his jaw almost dropped in surprise.

I saw a giant frog jumping there in the distance.

wrong.

that's a toad