"What's wrong? You also want our mayor to help you build one?" Old man Zhou seemed to have read Duan Zhenghou's thoughts and said with a smile.
Duan Zhenghou did not deny it, "I see that the old man's hatchet is so good, and I also want to get a sword!"
"Then I advise you to give up. Our mayor no longer helps people make farm tools!" Old Man Zhou shook his head.
"That would be a shame!"
Duan Zhenghou pretended to have a look of regret.
In fact, he was not surprised at all.
It is definitely impossible to refine a magic weapon as good as this in batches.
I think this week the old man had a good relationship with the mayor, so the mayor helped him refine such a special magic weapon.
"Uncle Lao Gen, are you back from cutting firewood in the mountains? Who is this?"
Suddenly, a strong young man carrying a hoe came over and looked at Duan Zhenghou curiously.
"This is Song Leizi's friend, here to find Song Lezi!" Old man Zhou explained with a smile.
"It turns out he is Captain Song's friend!"
That strong man nodded politely towards Duan Zhenghou, then looked at Old Man Zhou, "Uncle Lao Gen, you just came back, you don't know about the return of your daughter Mingzhu, right?"
"Are you saying Mingzhu is back?" Old man Zhou suddenly became energetic.
"How can I lie to you? Not long after Mingzhu came back, I even said hello to her!" The strong man said with a smile.
"That girl who was outside is finally willing to come back. If she doesn't come back, I will be lying in a coffin."
Although Old Man Zhou said unpleasant words, his face was full of smiles.
"Uncle Lao Gen, you are talking nonsense again. Your body and bones are so good, it is not a problem to live a hundred years!" The strong man said with a smile.
"Shitou, are you okay?" Old man Zhou suddenly asked.
"It's okay, I just want to go back!" The young man seemed to have guessed something.
"Then please send this young man to Song Leizi's house. I want to go home and have a look!" Old man Zhou said impatiently.
"That's no problem, go ahead!"
The young man also knew that Old Man Zhou was eager to see the woman, so he accepted the job.
"Young Master, he will take you to Song Leizi's house. I have something else to do, so I'll take the first step!"
With that said, old man Zhou didn't care about the firewood on Duan Zhenghou's shoulder and hurried home.
He was running at such a speed that he didn't look like someone about to step into a coffin. He was clearly a young and strong young man.
The young man shook his head helplessly and looked up at Duan Zhenghou, who had been silent all the time.
At this moment, Duan Zhenghou was staring at him.
The young man was a little confused, "Master Duan, what do you want me to do?"
"Um... I wonder if you can lend me your hoe?"
Duan Zhenghou kept looking at the hoe on the shoulder of the strong young man.
The young man was a little puzzled, but he didn't refuse, "It's okay to take a look!"
Handing the hoe to Duan Zhenghou, Duan Zhenghou trembled all over. The refining technique was the same and it also possessed some kind of power. This was another Xuantian spiritual treasure.
It's just that this Xuantian Lingbao is a little different from Old Man Zhou's hatchet.
Duan Zhenghou slightly injected his spiritual thoughts into the hoe.
A pair of eyes suddenly opened.
"roll!
Duan Zhenghou only felt that the spiritual power in his body was unstable, and he suddenly withdrew his spiritual thoughts, and his face turned pale.
"What's wrong with you?"
The young man looked puzzled. Most people would feel infinite power when picking up a hoe. Why did this man feel like he was... wasting money when he picked up the hoe?
"I've seen this hoe, it's very good!"
Duan Zhenghou hurriedly returned the hoe to the strong young man, and sweat gradually broke out on his forehead.
No wonder he felt that this hoe was a little different from Old Man Zhou's hatchet before.
It turns out that this hoe has given birth to a weapon spirit.
Although it was just a glance, he still vaguely discovered that the weapon spirit was somewhat similar to the young man in front of him, but he looked older.
"Can I ask, this hoe of yours was also made by your mayor?" Duan Zhenghou suppressed the shock in his heart and raised his eyes to look at the strong young man.
The young man nodded, "The mayor built this for my father back then. Later, my father passed away and passed this hoe to me."
As he said this, the strong young man glanced at the hoe in his hand, his eyes filled with tenderness.
"Then you will use this hoe to dig in the fields?"
Duan Zhenghou swallowed his throat and couldn't help but glance at the soil on the hoe.
"Originally, I wanted to keep this hoe well. After all, this hoe was passed down to me by my father. But before my father died, he told me that the hoe is for digging the ground, so I should make good use of it!"
The strong man scratched the back of his head and answered honestly.
Duan Zhenghou was stunned and didn't know what to say.
Previously, Old Man Zhou used the Xuantian Lingbao to chop wood, and the man in front of him used the Xuantian Lingbao to hoe the ground. Could it be that mortals these days are so inhumane?
"By the way, the firewood carried on Mr. Duan's shoulders should belong to Uncle Lao Gen. Uncle Lao Gen too, when he heard that Mingzhu was back, he was as anxious as anything.
I even forgot the firewood! If Mr. Duan feels tired, let me carry it!" the young man said politely.
"No need, I can still carry this little firewood!"
Duan Zhenghou shook his head. Suddenly, he thought of something, "Can I ask again, how many people did your mayor help build farm tools?"
"How many people are there? I remember that every household has built one!" the young man recalled.
"Every household? How many people are there in your town?" Duan Zhenghou glared and subconsciously turned to look at the huge town.
"Mr. Duan, you misunderstood. Our town does have a lot of people now, but when the mayor helped us build farm tools, it was still a small village!" the young man said with a smile.
Duan Zhenghou breathed a sigh of relief.
In such a big town, if each household has one piece, how many pieces should there be?
But having said that, how many households were there in the village back then?
However, he soon knew the answer.
Moreover, it almost made him vomit blood.
"If I remember correctly, the mayor must have built hundreds of farm tools back then!" the young man recalled.
Duan Zhenghou was stunned.
One hundred and ten pieces?
If Old Man Zhou's hatchet magic weapon is the same as the hoe magic weapon of the strong man in front of me, then this small town has hundreds of Xuantian spiritual treasures.
Duan Zhenghou was trembling in his heart.
Even if he had the materials to refine Xuantian Lingbao, he could not guarantee that it would be successful.
You must know that the process of refining Xuantian Lingbao is extremely complicated, and if you make one mistake, you will fail.
Although he has refined no less than twenty pieces of Xuantian Spiritual Treasures in his lifetime, these were all refined after countless failures.
But at this moment, the mayor of this small town actually refined hundreds of Xuantian Spiritual Treasures.
Once this news gets out, I'm afraid the entire world of immortality will be shaken.
After all, there are probably not as many Xuantian Spiritual Treasures in the entire world of immortality as there are in this small town.
"I am a painter and I am good at painting. I want to paint the new house more beautifully..."
Suddenly, a crisp, tender and beautiful singing voice interrupted Duan Zhenghou's thoughts.
Duan Zhenghou raised his eyes and was so surprised that his jaw almost dropped.
I saw a giant frog jumping around in the distance.