“Not suitable.”

At the Lu Family Weapon Store, Yun Yang put down the sword in his hand and frowned.

"Shopkeeper Hu, bring another batch!" Feng Zhiwei looked at a middle-aged man who was a little fat beside her.

"Miss Feng." Hu Dahai said with a wry smile: "Young Master Yunyang has tried all the swords in our store at this moment."

After trying hundreds of swords, he couldn't find a suitable one. This was the first time he had encountered this situation in nearly twenty years as a shopkeeper.

"How about that." Hu Dahai looked at Yunyang, "You can tell me your requirements in detail. Our store can order one for you."

"No need." Yun Yang shook his head, "It's not the sword's problem, it's my own reason."

His weapon in his previous life was sword, and he had a far superior understanding and understanding of swords.

But just now, when all the swords were in his hand, he felt awkward, as if he was wearing a ill-fitting dress, which made him very uncomfortable.

As for why this happened, he had no idea.

"Shopkeeper Hu, bring out your store treasure for me." A sweet female voice suddenly came from outside the store.

The sound is crisp and sweet, with the unique playfulness of a girl, making people feel that the owner of this sound is an extremely cute girl.

However, Manager Hu, who heard the sound, was one big and two big. "Why is this little ancestor coming again?"

But even though he said that, he still accused Yunyang and the others of the same robbed him to greet him.

Soon, a girl about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a light pink dress walked in.

She is not very tall, giving people a petite and delicate feeling, and looks as cute and sweet as her voice.

But the most eye-catching thing is the... door panel on her back.

To be precise, it is a black giant sword that is one foot and five inches wide and four feet long, looking like a door panel.

The giant sword looked like it was one size bigger than the girl herself, just like a girl carrying a huge door panel, which was extremely weird.

"Shopkeeper Hu, has the treasure of the store been brought out?" The girl stepped into the store, and the floor under her feet immediately made a "squeak" sound, sinking slightly.

Obviously, the giant sword is not light.

"Miss An Tian, ​​don't worry, I've been sent to carry it." Manager Hu said carefully.

"Yeah." An Tian nodded, took off her giant sword and placed it aside, and sat on the chair opposite Yunyang.

Yun Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, holding the giant sword but lifting the heavy weight. The girl's power was probably extraordinary.

At this time, four sweaty warriors entered the hall with a spear and carefully put them down.

"Bang!"

Although the four of them had tried their best to be careful, the spear landed and still made a loud noise, smashing a row of floors.

"Shopkeeper Hu, how heavy is this spear?" Feng Zhiwei looked shocked.

The weight of this spear is extremely amazing.

"The Blood Spring Spear, a ninth-grade mortal weapon, weighs 12,800 kilograms." Before Manager Hu could speak, An Tian spoke first.

Feng Zhiwei was slightly stunned, "If such a heavy weapon is a treasure, it would be okay to say that it is just a mortal weapon. Isn't it a bit useless?"

In most cases, the weight of a warrior's weapons is about one-twentieth of his own strength.

Too light, it is not powerful enough; too heavy, it is difficult to control freely.

According to this rule, if you want to use the Blood Spring Gun freely, your own strength will reach at least about 400,000.

Normally, this is the standard that only warriors in the seventh level of the Transformation Realm can meet.

But when you reach that level, who can still use mortal tools?

Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that the Blood Spring Gun is useless.

"Miss Feng doesn't know anything." Hu Dahai explained: "This blood spring gun was actually taken by our head at the last treasure appraisal meeting. Several treasure appraisers were present at that time. Some people thought the gun was a mortal weapon, and some people thought it was a treasure, which caused quite a lot of controversy."

"You also know that our Lu family is a weapon dealer, so the head of the family bought it for two million with the mentality of picking up bargains."

"How did you determine later that this gun is from a ninth-grade mortal weapon?" Feng Zhiwei asked.

Hu Dahai smiled bitterly, "The head of the family asked Master Chu Qinglin for identification. Master Chu said with certainty that this is a ninth-grade mortal weapon."

Because of this incident, the head of the Lu family became a joke after dinner in Biyan City for a long time.

Feng Zhiwei nodded.

Chu Qinglin also knew that he was the only third-level treasure appraiser in several nearby cities. He said he was a ninth-grade mortal weapon, so he would definitely not be wrong.

"But the Lu family did not lose money in this matter." An Tian, ​​who was standing by, said: "Lu Shangwei's old vixen is very good. When he saw that the gun was a mortal weapon, he immediately made a gimmick of "the store-holding treasure". As long as he was a warrior in Tongmai realm, whoever could pick up the gun and hold on for a stick of incense would give the gun to whom, and all the warriors from all sides would come to try it. During that time, the business in their store was very booming."

The Lu Shangwei she mentioned was the head of the Lu family and the father of Lu Chengyun.

"Then you came here for this gun?" Feng Zhiwei looked at An Tian. This petite and delicate little girl seemed to have a lot of strength.

"I'm trying to disgust Lu Chengyun." An Tian stood up and started to move her body. "I made a bet with Lu Chengyun. As long as I can take the gun, he will be my younger brother."

Hu Dahai, who was beside him, looked helpless.

Since this bet, the floor here has to be changed at least twice a month.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have driven out long ago, but he could only serve the person in front of him.

In addition to the Lu family, the two major families in Biyan City are Anjia.

"Okay, I'm going to start." An Tian moved her body and walked to the Blood Spring Gun.

"Come, light incense!" Hu Dahai immediately ordered.

"No need, so as not to waste that incense." An Tian waved her hand, obviously she knew that she could not hold on to a stick of incense.

Hu Dahai's mouth twitched, why don't you feel sorry for the floor here?

At the same time, An Tian had bent down, grabbed the Blood Spring Gun with both hands and stood up slowly.

"Ba!Ba!"

As she stood up straight, the blood spring gun also rose from the ground, and the floor under her feet burst directly.

Feng Zhiwei's mouth opened slightly, her face full of shock.

An Tian’s ability to pick up the Blood Spring Gun means that her power has exceeded 12,000 kilograms.

But she heard that An Tian’s strength was only the tenth level of Tongzhi.

Is this born divine power or a gift?

However, after only breathing for more than twenty breaths, An Tian put down the Blood Spring Gun with a pale complexion.

She could only hold on for so long.

"Come on, carry it down!" Hu Dahai ordered.

"Wait." Yun Yang walked to the Blood Spring Gun with interest, "I want to try it too."
Chapter completed!