Chapter 103： Chitu (2/2)

Among all the cold weapons, a long sword caught Yin Yiliu's attention. She walked to the wall and looked at the special sword.

The sleeve of the long sword does not have any patterns. The wooden sleeve has been rubbed for a long time and even has a slightly reflective slurry layer. The small patterns and wear around it can tell that this is an ancient sword.

The reason why it is special is that it is hung in the middle of the entire shop and is fixed to the wall by a thin chain. The rest of the swords are arranged around it.

In addition, there is a special feature. It has a small sword shape. Although it is long in length, its thickness and width are almost the smallest among all the surrounding swords. It looks slender and delicate, more like a handle suitable for women. Sword.

The wooden sword sleeve was inlaid with a blood-red pebble. The texture was very clear. It should be red colored glaze. Yin Yiliu suddenly had a strange thought.

Why is this red stone a bit like that source stone, and a bit like her rabbit eyes?

She was a little interested in this sword, and asked politely, ”May I see this sword, please?”

The cigarette butts in Brother Bing’s mouth had burned out. He seemed to notice that there was a little girl in the group. For some reason, he froze for a moment after seeing the rabbit ears on Yin Yiliu’s head, and then took the cigarette butts in his mouth. Threw it into the burning brazier, walked over and took out a key from his waist, opened the chain and handed it to the seal.

Recalling Liu.

”Be careful, it's very sharp.”

After getting his hand, Yin Yiliu discovered that on the other side of the symmetry where the red stone was inlaid, there happened to be exactly the same one. The two stones echoed each other, like a pair of red eyes. Yin Yiliu felt more Strange.

Jin Yang also noticed that Tutu seemed to be very interested in this sword. He agreed that Tutu should learn some self-defense skills. Tutu has grown up and it is time to start training her to use weapons.

He only felt that Yin Yiliu was curious and didn't take the scene before him seriously. He began to think about what guns are suitable for women and how to teach Bunny.

At this moment Yin Yiliu had already held the sword sleeve and pulled out the long sword inside. A sharper and slender long sword than she had imagined was slowly drawn out of the sleeve. She couldn't help it. Holds his breath.

If the sword is divided into different colors, the one held in Yin Yiliu's hand is obviously stunning.

The sword is the sharpest of the two sharp tops, but the handle in Yin Yiliu's hand is obviously different from the ordinary one. There is a clear ridge between the front and the back, which is sharp and slightly convex, from the center to the two sides. Thin, but also getting sharper.

This is a double-edged sword. The blades on both sides are sharp and thin, as thin as cicada wings. Yin Yiliu looked at it with a suffocation-like sharpness. She had no doubt as long as she gently rubbed her fingers against the sword. On the blade, it will separate her skin and go deep into the flesh.

She thought of testing the quality of a sword before reading fantasy novels, besides its sharpness, another big factor is its toughness.

The thinner the sword, the sharper it is, and it is also easier to break under strong force. Wanting to forge a thin sword with toughness is a test of the forge's skill.

Yin Yiliu thought for a while, tried to stretch out the tip of her claw, and tapped gently on the blade, without any response, she bounced back vigorously, only to hear a crisp sound, which shocked her.

Brother Bing took another look at her at this time and noticed her little movements. He couldn't help but hum, ”Why, how do you feel about testing my sword?”

When he talked about the sword, the whole person's expression was a little different, and he seemed to be a little unconcealed in his arrogance. Yin Yi Liu Hanhan scratched his head and whispered: ”I didn't dare to use my full strength.”

She knew how sharp her claws were. So far, she hadn’t seen anything sharper and harder. She saw that Bingge was very precious to this sword, in case it was broken, That's really heinous.

Bing didn’t laugh when I heard Yin Yiliu’s words

Now, I took a closer look and made sure that the little girl in front of me was not talking braggingly, but was really afraid that she would break this sword.

He suddenly became very serious. It seems that Yin Yiliu suspects that his sword is not good. It is a very serious matter. ”You girl are not afraid to flash your waist when you speak big words. You can try as much as you like, and use your method to the best of your ability. If you break the weapon in my house, you can choose.”

His voice was a bit loud, as if yelling at someone, causing Jin Yang to frown slightly.

Yin Yiliu touched the tip of his nose, looked at the big eyes of Bingge, and coughed slightly, feeling a little bit unconvinced.

Now that everyone said to try as much as you want, it doesn't matter to her even if something really goes wrong, she pointed to the pointed long armor slowly extending, glowing with white light in the dim light.

She tried her best to rebound fiercely against the blade of the long sword in her hand.

Suddenly, a certain ear-splitting sound resounded in the room. Yin Yiliu was recently holding the long sword in her hand. She could feel the hilt of the sword in her hand trembling slightly, and her eardrums were itchy and as thin as the shock. The blade of the paper was still trembling slightly, and Qingming remained for a long time.

Everyone was stunned, and Bingge was also stunned.

Undoubtedly, the sword in Yin Yiliu's hand is extremely tough, and she can feel her palms are still numb, indicating that the toughness of this sword is really stronger than her nails.

But how did such a thin sword reach such a point?

”Well, this sword is really good, boss, are all swords of this level in your shop?” Zhao Qiyang asked in surprise.

Brother Bing shook his head, ”This is my family's heirloom, only this one is called Chitu.”

The author has something to say: First of all, Tutu needs a handy weapon to break through the rivers and lakes and kill the Quartet (light a cigarette)