Chapter 1190

There are many swords in this stall, but they all look very ordinary at a glance.

Gong Yueyue is not disappointed. She has used many swords since her two lives, including valuable swords, but none of them really match her heart.

Zhao Changyuan picked up a blue sword, flicked his fingers and said to Gong Yueyue, "the black iron sword is embossed with bronze. Although it is rough to forge, it is also a bit rare. Does it have something to do with your mind?"

Naturally, the weapon pays more attention to practicality, but the beautiful sword body still makes Gong Yueyue look at it more, reach out and pick it up, put it in his hand, casually took a sword flower, and put the sword back, "it's too light..."

Zhao Changyuan nodded, picked up a slightly wider sword with some black body, and said, "it's made of pure black iron with high precision. Try it?"

Gong Yueyue took it over. Although the weight was moderate, he looked at the blade and shook his head, "pig iron is too brittle."

Zhao Changyuan took it over, put it aside, looked at the sword on the stall, and picked up a moon white sword. "It's forged by smelted iron, with moderate hardness and flexibility. Its weight is not as heavy as that one."

Gong Yueyue didn't answer this time and smiled directly, "although it's not easy to break, this kind of sword is OK to play with. It's OK to use it."

Zhao Changyuan smiled and put it down. The three swords he picked out should be the best swords in the whole stall. Since they can't be as good as Gong Yueyue's eyes, it's needless to say the rest.

He doesn't have any fixed weapons. He often uses a gun on the battlefield. He doesn't often wear a sword on weekdays. He just takes one at will when he needs it. He doesn't pay much attention to these.

If these words were told to Gong Yueyue, she would give Zhao Changyuan a white eye. His internal power is so high that his natural requirements for weapons are reduced.

When they spoke, the stall owner also raised his head. From the beginning, Zhao Changyuan introduced the sword, and his face was a little proud. However, he jumped out his best sword easily. He could also see the forging technique. His pride on his face had long faded and seemed a little serious.

Look at these three swords were rejected by Gong Yueyue, and the conditions given are not nonsense. It can be seen that they really have their own needs.

When Gong Yueyue picked up another dagger, the stall owner finally couldn't help saying, "this dagger is made of bronze, the proportion of copper and tin is slightly different, the content of copper in the back is high, it is not easy to break, and the cyan is heavy. The tin content of the blade is higher, sharper and heavier. "

Listening to his detailed introduction, Gong Yueyue was somewhat surprised. He looked at the dagger in his hand, touched the blade that had been opened, and said with a smile: "it's really sharp. It's a good dagger." She put it in her hand and danced, "just some don't suit me."

Seeing the question in the young man's eyes, Gong Yueyue picked up a slightly larger machete and said, "this kind of dagger is actually a short sword. But the dagger I like to use is similar to this kind of machete, with some radian. Because in this way, it can not only stab, but also cut. " She said and made a chop with a machete.

"Then why not just use a machete?" The young man asked again.

Gong Yueyue looked at Zhao Changyuan and was not sure if he would say too much.

Looking at her, Zhao Changyuan shook his head slightly, motioned to her, but said it didn't hurt. Although there are many people with mixed eyes, there is also a mixture of good and bad people. There is no need to worry that someone doubts their identity.

Gong Yueyue nodded slightly and said, "the shape of the machete is too large to hide. This is one of them. In addition, the arc of the bending is too large. The contact area of chopping is smaller, not to mention the loss of the function of stabbing. "

After listening to her carefully, the young man thought for a while and asked, "it seems that this lady is really an expert. I don't know if it's an honor to have a look at her weapons."

Gong Yueyue smiled, "the stall owner is polite. I'm not an expert. I've just used some weapons and know what I'm suitable for. As for weapons, I came here today just for strolling. I didn't carry any weapons with me. "

"Madam, you're welcome. From what you say you're suitable for, you can see that madam is really an expert, at least..." he lowered his voice with some deep meaning in his eyes. "She's an expert in killing people."

This immediately made Zhao Changyuan slightly change his face and immediately walked to Gong Yueyue, showing a protective posture.

The young man immediately laughed, "don't be nervous. I don't mean anything else. I'm not curious about their identities." He finished, arched his hand and said, "I'm a sword maker. Naturally, I'm unknown. But my masters may have heard of it. She is Mrs. Zhen, the sword maker."

Hearing Mrs. Zhen, Gong Yueyue showed some doubts on her face, but turned her head, but Zhao Changyuan's eyes lit up. It can be seen that she is really famous.

Seeing that he intended to make friends with himself, but it also hit the heart of the young man, otherwise he would not move out of his master. He said, "no, his surname is Qing, and his single name is green."

"It's brother Qing." Zhao Changyuan arched his hands, with a close smile on his face, and most of the ferocity on his face was washed away.

"You're welcome. You should be older than me. You'd better be my younger brother." He looked around and said, "this is not a place to talk. If you don't mind, come back with me."

Zhao Changyuan nodded and said, "please, brother Qing."

Gong Yueyue was a little wary and pulled his sleeve a little. The man didn't ask their identity, so he invited them to talk in the back, which was too warm.

Qingyang naturally looked at her movements in his eyes and said, "if you two are not at ease, it's up to you to choose a place. I'm just curious about what weapons my wife needs. Let's see if I can help her build them. "

He wanted to sit down and talk about this kind of thing, but seeing Gong Yueyue's vigilance, he said his purpose in advance.

Zhao Changyuan had guessed that he might have done it for. Hearing what he said, he was sure. Rousheng year old Gong Yueyue said, "don't worry, brother Qing doesn't mean any harm, and Mrs. Zhen's Apprentice must be a rare sword casting master. I hope I can help you find the weapon you want."

Seeing that he was really not a conscious impulse, and she really needed a bianqi of Chen Shou, she temporarily put down her guard and nodded to Qingyang, "then Master Lao Qing."

Qingyang smiled and made sure that they must be wearing masks, because their behavior style is too different from their appearance. Even if people can't judge by appearance, there is a saying that appearance comes from the heart.

A person who is gentle in an accident will never have a face of flesh, and a person who is cautious and faintly decisive will never be a weak face without wind.

They followed Qingyang into the alley and came to a quiet yard.