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"Dad, I'm going out to look for a handy weapon."

Chen Heng turned to Chen Fugui and said.

"Okay, let's go." Chen Fugui took out a wad of banknotes from his inner pocket.

"Let's go and see when your Aunt Jing and the others will come back."

"The two of them should be at Daci'an Temple."

Chen Heng nodded, took the bank note, turned and walked out of the yard.

On the streets, there were shouts, cries, and the laughter of young children playing.

Chen Heng took a deep breath, peace is so good.

As for how to find a blacksmith shop, this is naturally not a problem.

Chen Heng's sense of smell, which is more sensitive than a dog's nose, will lead him to find it.

As expected, Chen Heng followed the smell of burnt metal and found a large blacksmith shop.

This blacksmith shop is three stories high, and the first floor is where the craftsmen smelt weapons.

The second and third floors are reception areas prepared for various customers.

Chen Heng walked into the blacksmith shop amid the sound of clanging.

"Master, what do you want to buy?" A somewhat wretched-looking boy came up to him, rubbing his hands constantly.

"What's the heaviest knife here?" Chen Heng looked around and didn't see any heavy weapons.

All are ordinary swords, guns and swords.

"That depends on your budget." The waiter led Chen Heng up to the second floor.

"Money is not a problem." Chen Heng revealed the stack of banknotes from his inner pocket.

"As long as you can find a weapon that satisfies me, your reward will be indispensable."

"Just take a look at this man." The boy's eyes lit up the moment he saw the banknotes in Chen Heng's pocket.

"The heaviest sword we have now is a long sword made by Master Qin."

"Six feet six inches long and sixty-six pounds in weight."

"Made of fine black iron, ordinary weapons are useless in front of it..."

"Bring it here and let me see." Chen Heng didn't want to hear this boy bragging. He only needed to take a look to know whether the knife was suitable for him.

"Just wait, I'll get it for you right now." The boy went to fetch the knife.

A few minutes later, two people walked in carrying a large dark box.

"Look, this is definitely the best knife in our shop." The boy wiped his sweat and opened the lid.

Chen Heng took a quick look and saw that the long knife in the box was indeed good. At least it was made of better materials than his own heavy knife.

But it's not enough, it's still too fragile.

"This knife is too light. Is there anything similar in size but heavier?"

Chen Heng picked up the heavy black iron sword with one hand and danced with it without changing his expression.

"This..." The boy's eyes almost popped out.

That was a heavy sword weighing sixty-six pounds, and even the foreign warriors in their shop had a hard time holding it.

Let alone use it.

But it seemed to have no weight in the hands of the rich young man in front of him, letting him play with it.

"No?" Chen Heng was a little disappointed.

But it doesn't matter, there is more than just their blacksmith shop in the huge Qiyang City.

If that doesn't work, find another one.

"Yes, yes!" The boy replied quickly, fearing that Chen Heng, the big benefactor, would leave.

"I just don't know if you can do it."

"Oh?" Chen Heng's eyes lit up. A weapon that he couldn't even use?

"That knife was brought here by our boss, and it has been sitting in the warehouse gathering dust."

The boy was relieved when he saw that Chen Heng was somewhat interested in the knife.

"Why is this?" Chen Heng put down the heavy black iron sword in his hand, somewhat puzzled.

"You may not feel it, but that long knife weighs three hundred and fifty pounds, and it's still a one-handed knife."

"Not to mention the entire Qiyang City, even those who can pick it up with one hand can only use five fingers."

The boy stretched out his hand and made two gestures.

"If you really want to try it, our brothers can help you carry it out."

The boy gritted his teeth and risked his life for the reward.

"Okay, I want to see what this 350-pound long knife looks like!"

Chen Heng became energetic now.

The heavy knife weighing more than 100 kilograms was still too light for him and was not easy to use.

Although it is not heavy at three hundred and fifty kilograms, it is still more comfortable to use than those weapons weighing one hundred and eighty kilograms.

"Okay, I'll get it for you right now."

Chen Heng was looking forward to the knife in the boy's mouth.

What is the concept of three hundred and fifty pounds?

It's equivalent to using one hand to hit someone with an O'Neal.

Not to mention cutting him, just a rounded O'Neal would be enough to hit you.

This time the waiter took a lot longer than last time. It took him half an hour to walk in, dripping with sweat.

"My grandma..." The sweaty boy didn't even bother to say hello to Chen Heng. He sat down on the ground so tired that he couldn't get up.

"Uncle, the thing you always wanted... I brought it to you..."

The boy said without waiting to catch his breath.

The few workers behind him were also panting from exhaustion, and each of them collapsed on the ground and could not stand up.

Of course, it wasn't just these people who came.

The surrounding guests and the craftsmen downstairs all came to watch the fun.

"No way, does anyone want to buy the knife from Lei Dong's family?"

"How is that possible? It's three hundred and fifty kilograms. He's very strong even if he can lift it."

"It's not necessarily true. The leader of the Five Spirits Gang should be able to do it."

"Can it be the same? Gang Leader Xie is a master of Xuanwu."

"This young man looks like a scholar, probably a Confucian disciple."

Chen Heng ignored the onlookers and walked to the box containing the 350-pound knife.

Opening the box, a dull black one-handed knife appeared in front of Chen Heng.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Chen Heng, and everyone was curious about whether this 'weak scholar' could be able to hold this knife.

Chen Heng held the handle of the knife with one hand, and a cold feeling came from his palm.

"Good knife!"

Chen Heng knew the moment he touched the knife that it was a good thing.

Holding the knife handle tightly with his palm, Chen Heng picked up the knife with an expressionless expression.

"Yes, the weight is pretty good." Chen Heng tapped the blade lightly, and there was a crisp echo.

"This..." Everyone watching the excitement was dumbfounded.

"He doesn't seem to be using any force?"

"Yeah, I didn't see the effort."

"We made a mistake this time."

"Make a price, I want this knife." Chen Heng couldn't put it down with the knife in his hand.

Whether it's feel or weight, it's simply tailor-made for him.

He now wants to find an opponent to try the sword.

See what it feels like to hit someone with O'Neal.

"Our boss said that if anyone is willing to take away this knife, it will only cost one thousand taels of silver."

The boy sat on the ground and gestured with his fingers.

"Easy to say." Chen Hengda didn't think there was any problem with the price.

It's already worth a thousand taels to buy an O'Neal to take home.

Putting the black one-handed knife on his shoulder, Chen Heng took out one thousand one hundred taels of silver notes from his inner pocket.

"One thousand taels is the price of a sword, and the rest is your reward."

One hundred taels of silver may be nothing to Chen Heng, but to this young man, it is a huge sum of money.

He worked in this blacksmith shop for a year and earned only three and a half taels of silver. He was now considered rich.

"Thank you, uncle! Thank you, uncle!"

The boy took the stack of banknotes with excitement and thanked him again and again.