The two-edged flywheel, curved fly knife, straight-edged shuttle, multi-blade meteor dart and other forms kept switching, surrounding Siruo, making everyone stunned.

You tell me that this is a flying knife? This is a Transformer! And even Transformers may not be able to surround a person with such precision.

Chang Chuang's eyes glared at the boss. Although he created these three flying knives by himself, as a professional blacksmith, he would subconsciously think about how to use them when creating weapons.

Since the flying knife has a deformation function, it can definitely be achieved through clever force in the air and then unexpectedly act. He even tried it himself after he created it. As a branch of the Pei family, this skill is naturally available. As long as clever force is used reasonably, he can achieve the effect of deformation in the air after several tests.

Chang Chuang was very satisfied at that time, but now when he saw Si Ruo playing the flower job, he suddenly felt that the iron hammer in his hand was no longer fragrant.

After Si Ruo held his hands, he bounced his fingers and flicked his fingers. The flying knife kept going up and down like an elastic ball. The distance was not high and the speed was not fast, but every exquisite bounce would change, and it was chic!

"So... you created these three flying knives to show off?" Chang Wei was angry and said, "With this time, you might as well spend all your energy on swordsmanship practice!"

Si Ruo glanced at him, "Then I will teach you how to play this flying knife, do you want it?"

"One word is certain!"

"roll!"

"How can you be trustless?"

Chang Chuang(╬￣Disp￣)=○#(￣#)3￣) "Don't you concentrate on practicing swords and ask others to call you a good brother?"

Pei Kong heard that he was not interested in getting involved. He came to his sword in a few steps. The sword was completely built according to his own requirements. The sword was smooth and not very sharp, but there was a chill that emanated from it. The guards were wearing a reduced mask, and the overall look was very strange. However, for some reason, the sword was held in Pei Kong's hand, and the weirdness became deeper.

Chang Chuang was stunned when he pinched his son's ear and sighed: "I say that the sword follows the master, you don't need to be so stressed. Actually... forget it, I don't have the right to say anything."

"Thank you, Uncle Chuang, don't worry, I understand!" Pei Kong returned to the sword and entered the sheath. As Chang Wei said before, the scabbard is provided. For a real swordsman, there is actually no need for too high requirements for the scabbard, because they have a strong control over the sword. When the sword blade is inserted into the sheath, it will never hurt each other with the scabbard, but it is just right.

Seeing this, Si Ruo said with a resentful tone, "Everyone doesn't have scabbards!"

Oh! Chang Wei looked disgusted and pointed downstairs, "Go and pick it yourself, there are a bunch of scabbards!"

Si Ruo rolled his eyes. The difference between his own people and outsiders was immediately obvious!

"Have you named the sword?"

"Slay the karma!" Pei Kong looked at the long sword, and his fighting spirited eyes were reflected on the sword spine.

"Good name!" Uncle Chuang praised.

"Slaying one's deeds is not killing one!" Si Ruo raised his eyebrows, feeling that the meaning was really good.

Chang Wei smiled excitedly and said, "Then where are we going next? Are we going to find the old sword saint?"

"No hurry!" Si Ruo reached into his arms and took out another drawing.

Seeing this, Chang Chuang's eyes shone, and there was something new? He took it with great enthusiasm, but his face turned cold in just one second, "What are they!"

"You just think that the cosplay weapons that some friends ask for are good business. The metal does not need to be too good, but strive to restore the appearance." Si Ruo said it casually, and then handed a card to Chang Chuang, so he couldn't let others start work in vain.

Chang Chuang was not polite, but he obviously lacked some interest and sighed: "Okay, but I have to make a slashing sabre for the fire ants. You have to line up these messy toys."

"fine!"

Can a slasher take more time than Pei Kong's sword even if he is careful?

Si Ruo can fully afford to wait and is willing to wait. As long as these weapons are perfectly restored, the improvement of strength that can be brought to him will definitely be a leap.

"Let's go!"

Compared to Chang Chuang, Chang Wei is obviously more interested in these strange weapons. He has also created weapons for fantasy TV series before, and is kind to these things. If Pei Kong hadn't urged them, they would have had to waste more time.

When he went downstairs, Chang Wei snorted coldly and walked proudly by the fire ants. The fire ants ignored them and waited until they left before slowly going upstairs.

Chang Chuang rolled his eyes when he saw her a little disgusted, "I have never seen a person who is as active as you!"

"You promised."

"Okay, okay, I won't stop you from wanting to die. The pattern is on the table. You choose it yourself and don't want any money. Just give it to you as a tombstone!" Chang Chuang said viciously, turned around and took out a flying knife from the drawer, and started playing on his own.

The fire ant paused at his flying knife and pointed: "This one is also made for me, just ordinary metal, my enemy is not a ghost."

Chang Chuang's face twitched, "I really owe you to the Pei family. Let me agree first, these flying knives are not free!"

The fire ant turns to select patterns, and the blood pressure is often raised after seeing.

"These drawings... can you create them too?"

...

The museum has been destroyed and it will take a long time to rebuild it. Si Ruo and others came directly to the old director's house. As soon as they entered the door, they saw the crystal coffin placed in the secret room that day. It was placed in the most obvious position and carefully raised it with steps, making the ritual feel very strong.

Si Ruo was a little curious about the first time he saw it. You should know that corpse-like cultural relics are rarely collected by private collectors. I won’t talk about the question of whether it is good or bad. Because it is very likely to involve criminal cases, it is necessary to have a certificate issued by relevant departments. However, if you want to issue a certificate, you have to check the corpse. Once these ancient corpses are inspected, they will inevitably be damaged, which will be heartbreaking for those who really care about cultural relics.

Moreover, Si Ruo looked at the ancient corpse wearing a long dress, but it did not have any special symbols of the times, and he felt that he didn't look like an ancient corpse. Could it be that he was an old friend of the old sword saint?

As they were full of thoughts, everyone came to the old sword saint. At this time, the old sword saint returned to the kindness of the old curator, and actually pointed at the brush behind Xi Wen.

"Look, you're having an old problem again. Art and abstract actually have no inevitable relationship. You're always so full of consciousness, who can understand it?"

Xi Wen looked impatient, "What are you afraid of if you can't understand? This is art, not a flyover. The more you don't understand, the more expensive it is! Those people always say that being vulgar is a big elegance, but which rich man will buy vulgar art?"

The old sword saint was angry and kicked Xi Wen's stool off with a kick.

"Damn it! Can you be more childish?" Xi Wen was angry.

The old swordsman sneered and waved his hand and brushed the canvas in front with a brush. The paintings that originally looked like abstract art were immediately ruined!

"Ah! I'll fight you!"

Xi Wen was furious, picked up the brush and started to throw it at the old sword saint. The old sword saint was not Yi and fought back fiercely.

Swish, all kinds of oil paints flew in the studio, and the fierce battle situation made Pei Kong and others avoid it.

Three minutes later...

"You guys are here, sit down." The old sword saint was still very casual and received them in the chaotic studio.

Pei Kong glanced at Xi who was wearing a colorful face, and was very sensible as if he hadn't seen anything. "I'm going to see my father on behalf of my father. This is something I want. It's a pity that my father is in a special situation and cannot come to see him in person."

Pei Kong's so-called intention is a calligraphy and painting. Si Ruo doesn't understand these things very well, but he seems to like the old sword saint very much, and he smiled and put it away, "It's nothing, your Pei family has made sacrifices for this world, which is quite rare."

The simple greeting was obviously not the purpose of their visit this time. Chang Wei asked modestly: "I wonder what seniors think about the evil demons outside the domain?"

"Lying down and watching!" The old sword saint smiled very Buddhist, "You are a junior now, that's quite powerful. You don't need my old bone to deal with it."

Si Ruo was shocked and sensitively noticed the amount of information in this sentence. "I don't know how powerful the old sword saint felt when the evil demon invaded the last time outside the domain was invaded?"

The old sword saint seemed a little surprised and asked with a smile: "Haha, you guys have seen it? Hehe, that's really lucky, it's not easy for ordinary people to see it."

Si Ruo remained silent, but Chang Wei was shocked: "Senior knows that person? He is a master who can fly out of the atmosphere!"

The old sword saint seemed not too surprised, but smiled in agreement: "He is indeed powerful, he can't beat me like this old bone."

The old sword saint said sincerely and unintentionally, but Si Ruo heard some problems. The old sword saint did not seem to be lying, but also said that the strength of the God of War is indeed higher than that of the old sword saint, but it seems that the old sword saint did not seem to be too afraid of him.

What does this mean? It means that the old sword saint can understand the height of the God of War, but has not reached that height yet.

But according to common sense, can the old sword saint go further at this age? I'm afraid it's not easy, so why is it because of this indifferent attitude?

Combined with his understanding of the God of War, a guess is that the God of War has nothing to do with cultivation, and it cannot be achieved through hard work and understanding, so he does not force it!

You should know that the biggest problem that troubles the entire author group is how to create another god. If the old sword saint can see the strength of the God of War clearly, does that also mean that he knows the way to become a god?

"I wonder if seniors, why did you become that strong?"

The old sword saint looked at Si Ruo and then looked at Pei Kong, and smiled and said, "Just exercise, you have a good chance with your talent! Well, that child is a little homeless, you can't learn from him. As young people, you have to stick around and go out to explore more!"

Siruo×Pei Kong: "???"

You told us that you can become so strong by training? Uh, do we look like we have a picture of Tusson?

"Okay, I've received your wishes. I'll do art in the future, so I won't give them to you." The old sword saint began to chase the guests, making everyone feel unacceptable.

Si Ruo quickly spoke, "Well, I have been admiring my senior's sword skills for a long time, I don't know if..."

"Oh Thick Thick Thick, I'm just a bad old man selling art. How could I do any sword skills? Look, I'll give you this painting. The latest work released by the great painter, you haven't come in vain!"
Chapter completed!