Chapter 1317 (1/2)

After sending everyone to the secret room, Han Yu left the villa to find Xiao Jiao.

The power of Han Yu's soul was released, and people thousands of feet around had no escape and were not afraid of being followed.

Not long after, Han Yu caught the breath of small corners in the void and entered a narrow street.

There are shops on both sides of the street, some of which are tightly closed, and some are dilapidated. No one was seen in the whole street.

”Dangdangdang...”

From the end of the street, came the sound of iron, let the quiet street, more a touch of warm breath.

Han Yu went to the end of the street. Here was a weapons shop. The rotten wooden door was wide open. Standing outside, you could see the things inside.

There are some common weapons on the shelves in the room. At this time, a man was selecting weapons. After seeing Han Yu, he thought he didn't see them and picked up his own weapons.

There was no one else in the house except this one.

Han Yu's soul power locked in this man and found that he was just a cultivator of tianwu.

”Are you a shopkeeper?” Han Yu asked the man.

”No The man glanced at Han Yu, very indifferent way.

Holding a knife, he went to the counter, took out some Lingyu and threw them in a barrel on the counter. There were a total of 100 pieces of top-grade Lingyu. Then the man left with a knife.

This sword is a common soldier. No doubt, Han Yu found that the sword was extremely sharp, and almost all the impurities in the iron were eliminated. In terms of sharpness, I'm afraid it's better than that of ordinary soldiers with low-level respect. The material used to forge this knife is just a kind of ordinary Xuan Yin iron.

It can be seen from this Dao that the person who forged it has a good way of refining tools.

”This little fellow, what are you doing here?” Han Yu doesn't understand. This is just a very common weapons shop. What the hell is going on in Xiaojiao.

Han Yu went to the back to find the sound of the iron. There was a big fire in the shop. A piece of hot iron was placed on the pier. A little guy was turning a hammer to hit the iron. This little guy, no one else, is a little horn.

Han Yu was in a daze. Xiaojiaoren stood up. Wearing a small leather coat, he could block the sparks. He was beating the iron carefully with a hammer in his hand.

The hammer was bigger than it, but the small angle was easy to swing.

Looking at Xiao Jiao's serious appearance, Han Yu is in a trance. It seems that Xiao Jiao has been playing iron here for many years.

Xiaojiao sensed that someone was coming in. He turned around and saw that it was Han Yu. He grinned and pointed to the chair against the wall. He asked Han Yu to sit down for a while, while he continued to wave the hammer and hit the iron.

little horn is a good old fellow. It looks like a skilled blacksmith.

Before long, the iron was made into a machete by the small angle, and then it was thrown into the water tank on the side. Suddenly, the air in the water tank was hazy. Xiao Jiao jumps off the stove and comes to Han Yu.

”Cough...” At this time, a cough came from the innermost room. A little old man surrounded by animal skin came out of the house with a teapot and a teacup in his hand, and gave a kind smile to Han Yu.