"In addition, we have to build a new weapon."

Su Hao made a decision in his heart.

Early the next morning, Su Hao left Su Mansion with a backpack of cold iron on his backpack, and Su Hao's destination was Yangjia Village, two hundred miles away from Moshi City.

Yangjia Village is a very famous village. Almost everyone in Yangjia Village is a forge. The village thinks that others make weapons and armor to make a living, and even some nearby warriors come to visit.

Because of its superb skills, Yangjia Village is quite famous and has a very comfortable life.

Su Hao carried hundreds of kilograms of cold iron on his back and did not ride a horse, but he walked as fast as he could, without feeling tired at all.

If it were an ordinary person, it would probably take one or two days to arrive at Yangjia Village if he walked, but with Su Hao's physical strength and footwork, it only took more than two hours. He set out in the morning and arrived outside Yangjia Village at noon.

"This Yangjia Village is really a tough folk custom!"

Su Hao came outside Yangjia Village and saw a strong man guarding his arms at the gate of Yangjia Village.

Yangjia Village makes a living by casting weapons and armor. In addition, the martial arts style is prevalent in the village. Almost every man can have some punches and feet to be strong!

It is precisely because of the strong customs of the people that Yangjia Village is quite rich that it is not considered by bandits.

When he arrived at the entrance of the village, a village guard noticed Su Hao. He saw that Su Hao was tall and extraordinary, carrying a bag of heavy objects, and seemed to have been traveling a long distance, but he did not look tired at all. He knew that the boy in front of him was mostly a martial arts practitioner.

The guard immediately said politely: "Do you, our Yangjia Village, want to buy weapons and armor?"

In Yangjia Village, there are also finished products.

Su Hao shook his head and said, "I need to build a weapon. The materials are ready. Please find you, the best casting master in Yangjia Village. The price is not a problem."

The eyes of several guards lit up. Su Hao was obviously either rich or noble, and he also named Yangjia Village with the best skills, the best skills, and the most expensive fees!

"Please come with me, I'll take you to see Master Yang Gang, who is one of the best casting skills in our Yangjia Village!"

A guard immediately invited Su Hao into Yangjia Village.

"It's trouble."

Su Hao nodded and followed the guards into Yangjia Village.

Su Hao discovered that there were about one or two hundred villagers in Yangjia Village, and almost every household had cast iron furnaces.

Under the leadership of the guards, Su Hao came to the center of Yangjia Village, the largest house, and met an old man.

The old man was sweating all over, carrying a kettle and filling it with water. There were several huge stone piers on the ground, weighing at least two or three hundred kilograms. The old man seemed to have just trained. Although he looked old, he was full of tendons and flesh. He was very burly.

This person is Yang Gang, the founding master of Yangjia Village.

The guard said respectfully to Yang Gang: "Grandpa Yang, this guest has his own materials and wants to ask you to help build a weapon."

Upon hearing this, Yang Gang wiped the sweat from his body. He nodded slightly to the guard: "You go and do it first."

The guard immediately turned around and left.

Yang Gang then smiled at Su Hao and said, "Young man, take out the materials you prepared and let me see. To create ordinary weapons, the old man can't lift it up."

Without nonsense, Su Hao flipped his hands and took out a piece of cold iron the size of a fist.

This piece of cold iron is covered with ice blue, exuding a faint cold air and a sense of indestructibility.

"Is this... cold iron?"

Yang Gang, who was originally careless, saw Su Hao take out the cold iron, widened his eyes and exclaimed in disbelief.

Su Hao also secretly admired in his heart. Yang Gang seemed to have extraordinary casting skills, and he recognized that the cold iron in his hand was in his hand at a glance.

Yang Gang was also a person who had seen the world and quickly restrained his disobedience. He hurriedly said, "Can you... let me see it?"

"Can."

Su Hao handed the cold iron to Yang Gang.

"So heavy... This piece of cold iron the size of a fist weighs about ten kilograms. As the rumors say, cold iron is a rare metal, a hundred times more expensive than gold. One kilogram of cold iron is worth hundreds of taels of gold! Such a large piece is worth as high as a thousand kilograms of gold!"

Yang Gang swallowed. He had seen many precious metals, but the value of this cold iron was amazing.

One pound of cold iron is worth hundreds of pounds of gold!

Yang Gang smiled and exclaimed: "This ball of cold iron, integrated into the weapon, must be able to create a rare magic weapon!"

"Okay, then please help Master Yang to make these cold irons a spear for me." Seeing that Yang Gang was confident of casting weapons with cold iron, Su Hao immediately took off the backpack behind him and put it on the ground.

"Dang lang!"

A large bag of cold iron fell to the ground, making a jingle of metal collision.

Yang Gang was a little stunned and widened his eyes in disbelief: "Can't it... all of them are cold iron?"

"good."

Su Hao nodded and admitted this.

"Gudong!"

Yang Gang swallowed, and he came to the edge of the cloth bag, lifted it with his arm, and lifted it up with force.

"It weighs about three hundred pounds..."

Yang Gang felt dry mouth and numb on his scalp.

Cold iron, a pound of quantity, is enough to make a good weapon into the weapon, but Su Hao took out a backpack of cold iron to create a weapon with hundreds of pounds of cold iron?

If these 300 kilograms of cold iron are converted into gold, it is worth 30,000 kilograms of gold! What is this concept? It can be piled up into a mountain of gold!

Yang Gang's expression when he looked at Su Hao became more and more serious. He was able to take out three hundred kilograms of cold iron. It can be imagined that his origin and identity were absolutely extraordinary. He was definitely not something that Yangjia Village could provoke. If he messed up himself, it would undoubtedly bring a catastrophe to the Yang family!

But casting a magic weapon that can be famous all over the world with cold iron is even more of a lifelong dream for a founder like Yang Gang who makes a living by casting!

Yang Gang immediately said with a serious expression: "Young master, I will go ahead with this business. I will do my best to create a weapon that satisfies you!"

"Okay, please trouble you." Su Hao nodded slightly.

"Yang Tie, stop sleeping! I'm alive!"

Then Yang Gang immediately shouted in the backyard.

"Dad, I've just had a nap!"

Not long after, a strong man rubbed his head and complained.

This person is Yang Gang's son Yang Tie, also a founder with extraordinary casting skills. He uses cold iron to build weapons, and Yang Gang needs his son's assistance.

"Build a weapon with cold iron?" There is no doubt that when Yang Tie saw the backpack of cold iron, he was a little confused and completely lost his sleepiness.

"Young Master, I think I need to add some purple gold to create the spear you need, so that it can make the well-built cold iron spear more resilient. What do you think?" Then Yang Gang, Yang Tie and his son discussed the details of building weapons with Su Hao.

"Just watch it." Su Hao had no objection to this.
Chapter completed!