Shi Mu was in a good mood at the moment. He laid the talisman paper on the stone table again. After regaining his composure for a while, he started drawing it again with ease.
Since there is a successful precedent, all we have to do next is follow the example, and the speed has improved a lot.
When the sun went down, Shi Mu finally drew three more light body charms, but it was a pity that he only succeeded twice this time, and the spiritual power in the wind spirit stone was completely exhausted.
Shi Mu looked at the two light body talismans he had just made, and a trace of deep thought flashed in his eyes. It seemed that as the complexity of the talismans increased, the perfect copying effect of the visual amplification would be weakened to a certain extent.
But even so, he was very satisfied. Ordinary talisman masters faced with such complex talismans could only draw them based on their feelings again and again, and the success rate was obviously low.
He has now reached the third level of Yun Shen Technique and Prajna Celestial Elephant Technique, and with this Light Body Talisman as his trump card, he should be able to compete for a better ranking in the annual sect competition. After all, the competition The prizes are far from what the previous competition can compare with.
But before that, he still needs to prepare a handy weapon. Just when he continuously performed the Thirteen Fengchi Styles just now, he already felt that this waist knife of ordinary quality could not withstand all his heavenly energy. , can no longer fully utilize his strength.
After Shi Mu considered everything carefully, he returned to the stone bed, crossed his legs, and began to practice the Prajna Celestial Elephant Skill with his five hearts raised to the sky.
Early the next morning, Shi Mu left his residence and came to Zhao's blacksmith shop in Lihuohui with a familiar familiarity.
"Junior Brother Shi, you are such a busy man, why do you have time to come to my small shop? Could it be that you are asking your brother to make something for you?" Zhao Ping saw Shi Mu from a distance and came up to him with a smile.
"Brother Zhao is making fun of me! Seeing that the competition in the gate is about to begin, I want to find a weapon that I can use, and you are the first one who comes to mind." Shi Mu said with a smile.
In the past six months, every time he came here to buy elixirs, he would stop by and take a look.
After all, some of the things recorded in the "Secret Book of Bell Workers" have always interested him.
It's just that he didn't have much silver on him before, and the blacksmiths outside were too poor to make a few pieces.
Over the past six months, he had gradually become richer and richer, so he asked Zhao Ping to help him build some clever mechanisms. The two of them became quite familiar with each other as they went back and forth.
"So that's it, Junior Brother Shi, please come in quickly." Zhao Ping chuckled and invited Shi Mu into the shop.
It was still early in the morning, and not to mention the customers, not even the original few handyman disciples had arrived in the shop, so it seemed a bit deserted.
Outside the shop, the wooden shelves on both sides are filled with all kinds of weapons, swords, guns, swords and halberds, as well as Qiankun circles, Yuanyang Yue and other exotic weapons.
However, Shi Mu has been here many times and has seen all of these before, so he has no interest in them.
"I wonder what weapons Junior Brother Shi wants? These things outside are not top-notch. The real good things are all inside. Junior Brother Shi, please come in with me and take a look." Zhao Ping said with a smile, and walked directly towards him without stopping. Walk towards the inner room.
The inner room is a compartment that is more than twice the size of the outside. There are twenty or thirty weapons placed, but the quality is obviously much higher than those outside.
"I'm good at using knives. Brother Zhao, please recommend one to me." Shi Mu said as he looked around.
Zhao Ping nodded, took a two-foot-long silver-white sword from the side and handed it to Shi Mu, introducing:
"This knife is made of cold crystal iron from the seabed. Not only is it strong and sharp, it can break hair, but it also has a hint of ice."
Shi Mu took it, weighed it, and frowned slightly.
The knife is a good knife, but the weight is a bit too light for him now. It feels as light as a feather in his hand.
"The knife is not bad, but it's too light. Let's get a heavier one." Shi Mu handed the knife back.
Zhao Ping was startled when he heard this. This cold iron sword weighed at least fifty kilograms, which was enough to withstand the infusion of true energy. It was definitely enough for ordinary Houtian warriors. However, he quickly recalled the amazing power Shi Mu showed when he was forging iron.
I felt a little surprised.
He leaned over and selected it again, took out a long bronze knife and handed it to Shi Mu:
"This sword is made of red copper stone and weighs one hundred and thirty-seven kilograms. Junior Brother Shi will try it again."
Shi Mu held the handle of the knife and shook his wrist slightly.
"Chichi" was heard sharply, and a series of knife shadows emerged, emitting a cold light.
A trace of horror flashed in Zhao Ping's eyes. With his strength, which was about to enter the middle stage of acquired life, he could not even see the changes in his sword skills clearly.
The shadow of the knife suddenly dissipated. Shi Mu looked at the long knife in his hand, still shook his head slightly and said:
"It's still a little light. Is there anything heavier?"
Zhao Ping's face was stunned. The knife weighing more than a hundred kilograms was still too light...
"The heaviest knife in my shop is about one or two hundred kilograms, and the heavier knife is really..." Zhao Ping smiled bitterly, and when he said this, his voice suddenly stopped, revealing a thoughtful look.
"What's wrong with Brother Zhao?" Shi Mu saw Zhao Ping's expression change, raised his eyebrows, and said.
"If we talk about heavier swords, I do have another one in my shop, but this one is a bit special..." Zhao Ping hesitated and said.
"Oh, there's nothing special about it, but it doesn't matter." Shi Mu's eyes lit up, showing an interested look.
"Let's read it first and then talk about it. Junior Brother Shi, wait a moment." Zhao Ping said and walked into a small room inside. After a while, he walked out with a long, narrow and simple mahogany box in his arms.
Shi Mu's eyes flashed, Zhao Ping hugged the box with his arms and gathered strength, and his steps were very heavy. It was obvious that the contents in the box were extremely heavy.
With a "bang" sound, Zhao Ping placed the wooden box on the table, making a heavy muffled sound.
Shi Mu's eyes flashed, and he opened the lid of the box, his eyes shining brightly.
I saw a long and narrow knife lying in the wooden box. It was completely black and unremarkable at first glance. But after a closer look, you will feel that this knife is extraordinary, and there is a faint black light flowing on the knife.
Shi Mu's eyes flashed with strange light, and he grabbed the handle of the knife slightly excitedly and lifted it up.
His expression changed slightly. This knife looked ordinary, but it was extremely heavy. It weighed at least five hundred kilograms, but I didn't know what kind of material it was made of.
"Good knife!"
Shi Mu's fingers gently brushed the blade, and a cold feeling came over him. Holding the handle of the knife, he couldn't help but feel the urge to kill with all his strength.
He moved his arm, a black light flashed, and the long black knife passed through a test stone next to him.
There was a soft "click" sound, and the test stone made of fine steel was broken in half from the middle, and the cut was extremely smooth.
Shi Mu's eyes lit up. He had just cut off the test stone, and he felt almost no resistance, as if he had hit a piece of tofu.
"Brother Shi is indeed born with divine power! This knife is made of a kind of extraterrestrial iron. It took Brother countless precious materials and three months to forge it. It is extremely sharp. It can be said that it is
This is Zhao's most proud weapon in his life!" Zhao Ping watched Shi Mu wield the five-hundred-jin long knife with ease, and couldn't help but give it a thumbs up, and couldn't help introducing it proudly.
"It's really good! Just..." Shi Mu looked up and down the black long knife, put it back in the box after a while, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Junior brother, don't be too busy making decisions. I still have something to tell you about this knife." However, before Shi Mu could say the next words, Zhao Ping shook his hand and interrupted.