Mother He's face changed drastically, her body moved, and she ran out quickly.
This speed is not inferior to that of cultivators in the realm.
Obviously, He Yangsun's mother is also a master of spiritual practice.
"Looking at his steps, he should be the Armor Master." The golden bird chirped in Han Muye's ears.
"Level 3." Jin Zhu's words were concise and concise.
Han Muye ignored them, but walked out quickly holding a golden-gray oval flat carapace in his hand.
Passing through the hall, shouts and collisions could be heard outside.
In the ten-foot-wide square in front of the gate, two figures walked back and forth.
He Yangsun held a short sword in his hand and wore a pair of cyan short chest armor. He moved very calmly.
Opposite him, a big man holding a long-handled battle ax was messy in his steps. He swung the big ax with all his strength and could only barely resist He Yangsun's knife.
This scene made He's mother breathe a sigh of relief when she walked to the door.
Across the square, several people in black robes had gloomy expressions on their faces.
He Yangsun's combat power exceeded their expectations.
This guy has never won a single gambling fight in the city. It is said that his strength is extremely poor. How can he be so strong?
At this time, He Yangsun's strength was no less than that of an ordinary first-level armor master.
"when--"
The short knife collided with the long-handled battle ax, and with a slight knock, the big man couldn't hold his own battle ax, and the battle ax fell to the ground.
He Yangsun's short sword slashed across the big man's breastplate.
"Stab-"
A string of sparks, a three-inch deep scratch on the armor.
He Yangsun's sword is also a rare treasure.
After all, it is an aristocratic family in the city. Even if it declines, its rich heritage is not comparable to that of a family outside the city.
The sword cut through his breastplate, and the big man retreated in panic.
"Brother Wang, I accept the concession." He Yangsun clasped his fists and looked at the men in black robes in front of him.
"Uncles from the Wang family, please remember to send the title deeds of the three hundred acres of farmland you bet to my He family."
Some of the people opposite him snorted, and some turned their heads away.
Standing in front, the old man wearing a golden hair crown narrowed his eyes and shouted: "Wang Sankui hasn't lost yet."
Not lost?
He Yangsun sneered.
If he hadn't been merciful, Wang Sankui would have been seriously injured and fell to the ground.
Wang Sankui's face turned pale, he gritted his teeth and took a step forward.
He knew that he was no match for He Yangsun.
Now that the head of the family doesn't want him to admit defeat, he just wants him to fight to the death.
He wasn't sure.
"Wang Sankui, take your war puppet."
Behind him, the head of his family raised his hand, and a nine-foot-tall war puppet fell down.
Fighting puppets?
Wang Sankui looked confused.
I am an armor master, when did I become a puppet master?
"Are you deceiving me that there is no one in the He family?" He's mother, who was standing in front of the stone steps, shouted in a low voice. A piece of green and red armor in her hand was intertwined with golden light, turning into a light green battle armor, covering her whole body.
The armor has pauldrons on both shoulders and an eight-foot spear on its back.
He raised his hand a little, and the spear fell directly into his palm. Mother He stepped forward, her momentum gathering.
Level 3 armor master!
With such cultivation and combat power, they are no longer considered weak in the land of Tacheng.
"It turns out to be the old lady of the He family," the head of the Wang family named Wang Zhenye said with a change of expression on his face, "The young master of the He family can master both armor and puppets, and so can the third chief of my family."
What he said was so true that he didn't even have the confidence to do so.
Mother He glared and pointed the spear in her hand: "Wang Zhenye, do you want to treat my He family as fools?"
Wang Zhenye gritted his teeth and shouted in a deep voice: "It seems that the He family is still supported by the old lady."
His words made He Yangsun's face turn cold.
"Hmph, there's no need for mother to take action." He Yangsun took a step forward, holding the short knife across his chest.
Wang Sankui took a step back, but just as he was retreating, the warrior behind him had already rushed in front of him and punched He Yangsun in the chest.
He Yangsun snorted coldly, holding the short knife in front of his fist.
"Snapped--"
The fist collided with He Yangsun's dagger, and He Yangsun turned pale and took a step back.
A trace of shame flashed across Wang Sankui's face, but he still stood there, waving his hands and feet.
In fact, everyone can see that he is not controlling this war puppet at all.
"Drink!" He Yangsun shouted violently, and a golden light flashed from his armor, turning into a network of light and covering the war puppet.
The war puppet was covered and his steps stopped.
He Yangsun stepped forward and punched him.
"Bang——"
This punch hit Zhan Puppet's chest, causing Zhan Puppet to take a step back.
But with the power of this punch, Zhan Puppet broke free from the trap and threw out a long golden whip.
The long whip was thrown on He Yangsun's shoulder, throwing him three feet away and falling to the ground, his armor shattered.
"Haha, the young master of the He family is nothing more than that." Wang Zhenye sneered and shouted loudly.
He Yangsun struggled to stand up, but could not hold the dagger in his right hand.
It was obvious that he had no strength to fight anymore.
"Yangsun, don't be brave, I'll do this..." Before He's mother could finish her words, He Yangsun let out a low roar, and his shattered armor was completely shattered. He raised his left hand and smashed it towards the war puppet.
"Bang——"
The war puppet was hit again, but this time the war puppet didn't even take a step back.
This war puppet is obviously a first-level war puppet, and He Yangsun cannot deal with it.
The war puppet only shook his hand and threw He Yangsun away.
Without the blessing of the power of armor, the combat power of an armor master is not very strong.
What's more, He Yangsun is not yet a formal armor master, and his strength is quite limited.
"Admit defeat, Young Master He." Wang Zhenye looked at He Yangsun who fell to the ground with a smile, "Or could you please Mrs. He to teach the younger generation of the Wang family a lesson by bullying the younger ones?"
"When Patriarch He Ju was here, he liked to guide the younger generations in their cultivation."
Mentioning his father He Ju, He Yangsun's eyes turned red.
His father is his pride and the goal he pursues in practice.
Struggling to stand up, He Yangsun wanted to rush again, but his face turned pale and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Mother He quickly stepped forward to support him, raised her hand and pressed it on his back, pouring a stream of cyan spiritual energy into him.
"Master He, surrender." Wang Sankui, who was standing behind Zhan Puppet, said in a low voice.
He is not a puppet master.
At this time, fighting under false pretenses will result in victory without force.
This is deceiving the He family into ruin.
Facing He Yangsun, he felt guilty.
"Admit defeat, I will never admit defeat even if I die..." He Yangsun growled, broke away from He's mother's support behind him, and took a step forward.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! An arm suddenly stretched out from the side and grabbed him.
"Master He, I have repaired your war puppet." Han Muye said softly.
Fight puppet!
He Yangsun's body was all wet and he looked at Han Muye excitedly.
"Master Han..."
At this time, with the help of the war puppet, he still has the strength to fight!
He never expected that his battle puppet could be repaired so quickly!
Han Muye nodded and put the oval carapace in his hand into He Yangsun's palm.
What's this?
He Yangsun's face showed confusion.
Not only him, but everyone else who saw this scene was a little confused.
Where is the promised war puppet?
He Yangsun lowered his head and looked at the object in his palm.
This small round armor gave him a feeling of flesh and blood.
Subconsciously, his body was filled with soul and spiritual energy.
"boom--"
The round armor in the palm of his hand rotated and flew out, directly transforming into a black-armored war puppet with a height of more than seven feet and a refined figure.
Behind the war puppet, a pair of long knives glowed faintly.
Is this my own war puppet?
The heart and blood are connected, and he can sense that this is indeed his puppet.
But how could this war puppet become like this?
What level of war puppet can be so agile?
This is by no means an unqualified war puppet, not even a first-level war puppet.
At least level two combat puppet!
"War Puppet Condensation, this must be at least the fourth level War Puppet..." Mother He stared at the War Puppet closely and whispered softly.
Opposite him, Wang Sankui looked pale.
Wang Zhenye's expression changed, he turned his head slightly and looked at the middle-aged man beside him.
"Huh, the war puppet may be strong enough, but no matter how strong the war puppet is, it still needs to be able to control the charioteer." The middle-aged man snorted and twirled his fingers in an incomprehensible way.
The war puppet standing in front of Wang Sankui strode forward and punched the war puppet who was carrying two swords.
The fist of the war puppet caused a scream, caused the strong wind, and turned into a shadow of cyan flowing light.
He Yangsun raised his hand, held it lightly with his palm, and raised his fingers.
The war puppet in front of him instantly drew his sword with his right hand and slashed it down.
"Bang——"
Under the long knife, the fighting puppet who punched was split in half by the flashing light of the knife!
The war puppet was split open directly!
The middle-aged man standing next to Wang Zhenye was shocked, and blood instantly filled his eyes.
A large mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell to his knees.
The war puppet was directly hacked to death, and the puppet master who was implicated in this was also traumatized.
It is obvious that this person is the master of this war puppet, and he was the one who used the war puppet just now.
Even a fool can see this situation.
He Yangsun raised his hand and stretched out the sword in front of him.
At this moment, he could feel the thoughts conveyed to him by the war puppet.
This is a feeling of being guided by an arm!
The war puppet has its own spirituality!
A spiritual warrior!
He Yangsun recalled the armor that his father never left when he was alive.
How many times have I sat on my father's shoulders and watched the sunset.
At that time, his father carefully held his arm, and something spiritual was conveyed to him.
My father's armor is a level five armor.
The war puppet's long sword slowly raised.
At this moment, the message sent back by the war puppet was to ask him if he wanted to go on a killing spree.
It tells him that the war puppet can sustain a hundred breaths.
He Yangsun clenched his fist slightly, and he had the urge to look up to the sky and roar.
"I, I admit defeat..."
Wang Sankui whispered and backed away slowly.
He dared not retreat.
Being pointed at the sword by the war puppet, he felt like his body was about to be frozen.
If he doesn't retreat and admit defeat, he will die.
He doesn't want to die.
I don't want to die in such a miserable way.
"The eldest young master of the He family is so powerful." Wang Zhenye raised his fists and shouted: "The eldest young master of the He family is a powerful puppet master, which is really rare."
"It's a pity that the He family's inheritance of armor master is probably going to be cut off."
He laughed loudly, turned around and left.
He Yangsun stood there and shouted coldly: "I hope the head of the Wang family will send the land deed as soon as possible, and don't let He go and get it in person."
Wang Zhenye snorted and left quickly.
Wang Sankui and others supported the seriously injured middle-aged man, then carried the war puppet that was split in two, and left in embarrassment.
There was a cheer in front of the He family mansion.
For these He family members in Zhuangzi, it is of course an extremely honorable thing to see their young master display his power.
Mother He looked at He Yangsun, and then at the war puppet in front of him, with a complicated look on her face. She sighed, took back her armor, turned around and walked into the house.
"Master Han, thank you very much." He Yangsun turned around and bowed to Han Muye.
"Buzz——"
The war puppet turned into an oval carapace again and fell into the palm of his hand.
Taking a deep breath, he held the carapace in both hands and brought it to Han Muye.
"I will return this battle to the master."
He lowered his head, a trace of reluctance flashing in his eyes.
This combat puppet is extremely powerful.
That kind of agility and smooth connection between heart and blood was something he had never felt before.
Han Muye's eyes fell on the war puppet.
"This is your own war puppet. I just repaired it."
Han Muye's words made He Yangsun's eyes widen.
This war puppet is actually his own!
Looking at the war puppet he held in his palm, He Yangsun felt his blood boiling all over.
If this battle puppet is his own, then he will definitely become a first-level puppet master.
No, even Level 2 is possible!
"Thank you Mr. Han——"
He Yangsun bowed to Han Muye again.
"I used a total of eighteen kinds of materials that you don't have. The total price is 150,000 source coins." Han Muye waved his hand, chuckled and said, ""
One hundred and fifty thousand source coins!
He Yangsun raised his head and looked at Han Muye, his mouth moving slightly.
Although the materials of his war puppet are precious, the total price is only ten thousand source coins.
The materials used for this repaired war puppet actually amounted to 150,000 source coins.
At this price, you can already buy a level 3 war puppet. If you are lucky, you can also get an ordinary level 4 war puppet.
"Master He won't be short of source coins, right?" Han Muye smiled and looked at He Yangsun.
He Yangsun's face turned red and he said hurriedly: "No shortage, no shortage."
"Master, please rest at home first."
"Today Yangsun can win, it's all because of the master's help."
This is telling the truth.
Without the war puppet refined by Han Muye, He Yangsun would definitely lose.
He Yangsun did not doubt the price Han Muye said.
After using this war puppet, he could feel how powerful it was.
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Not to mention him, even the entire He family cannot afford so many source coins.
When Han Muye returned to the wing to rest, He Yangsun had to bite the bullet and find his mother.
"One hundred and fifty thousand source coins?" He's mother whispered in surprise.
He Yangsun nodded and placed the oval carapace on the table.
Mother He reached out to pick up the carapace and felt it carefully, the expression on her face changed.
After a long time, she put down the carapace and then looked up at He Yangsun.
"You know how much money the He family has left, what do you want to do?"
Today, the He family only has this little property in Zhuangzi outside the city, which adds up to only 70,000 to 80,000 Yuan coins.
"Mother, I remember that mother still has two shops and a caravan." He Yangsun lowered his head and spoke softly.
On the surface, He Yangsun has ruined the He family's fortune.
Secretly, he quietly transferred a lot of property and turned it into various cultivation resources, while at the same time dividing the attention and conflicts of all parties.
It is not easy to monetize these resources.
As for the property in the hands of He's mother, it was her dowry back then and did not count as belonging to the He family.
"I can take out the shop and caravan."
Mother He nodded, and then said: "Tell me, what are you going to do?"
Hearing He's mother say that the shop and the caravan could be taken out, He Yangsun smiled on his face.
"My child is going to mortgage the caravan and shops in exchange for enough source coins and hand them over to Master Han."
"Master Han's forging methods are truly extraordinary."
Mother He shook her head and said softly: "Since you know that he has extraordinary methods, why do you have to pay off the source coins like this?"
Not paying off?
He Yangsun frowned and whispered: "If Master Han is unhappy if we don't deliver 150,000 source coins..."
"Have you ever seen anyone in Tacheng with such forging skills?" Mother He pointed at the war puppet carapace on the table and said.
"No." He Yangsun nodded.
"In that case, you should directly give those two shops and the caravan to Master Han." He Yangsun was stunned by He Yangsun's words.
"Send it away?" He Yangsun murmured: "This is mother's private property, and it is worth at least 300,000 source coins..."
"Silly boy, with Master Han's methods, do you really care about 300,000 source coins?" Mother He waved her hand and took out a volume.
"These are the land deeds for the two shops and the caravan. You can send them over."
"As long as Master Han is accepted and can stay in Tacheng permanently in the future, are you still afraid that you won't be able to establish a relationship with him?"
"Perhaps the opportunity for my He family to revive lies in this Master Han."
He Yangsun is not stupid.
It's just that I don't have money in my pocket and my waist is not strong.
At this time, after hearing Mother He's analysis, she immediately had an idea in her mind, took the scroll and left.
When he arrived at Han Muye's residence, he took out the scroll and bowed to Han Muye: "Master Han, my He family's fortune is in ruins, and I can't afford 150,000 source coins at the moment."
"This is the title deed of two shops in Tacheng, and the deed of a caravan."
"Master Han, please accept it as a reward for repairing the war puppet."
Two shops and a caravan.
This is worth far more than 150,000 source coins.
"Master He, is it too much?" Han Muye looked at He Yangsun with a smile on his face and said.
"It's not too much to ask a master to take action." He Yangsun bowed, put the book on the table, then turned and left.
After walking only a few steps, Han Muye's voice came from behind.
"In this way, I don't want the shops and caravans."
"I want 70% of the future profits of the shops and caravans."
70% of the income is required, leaving 30% for the He family.
The most important thing is that in this way, the relationship between the He family and Master Han will become closer!
"Thank you, Master."
He Yangsun turned around and held his hands.
…
Half a month later, two adjacent shops quietly opened in the tower city, and started repairing and forging war puppets and armors.
The person in charge of the business is surprisingly the He family who has withdrawn from the Tacheng family.
He Yangsun, the young master of the He family, was personally responsible for receiving merchants in the store.
The shop on the second floor has two fronts. Although it is remote, the layout is elegant. It does not look like a place where armors and war puppets are repaired and forged.
The store was open for five or six days. Some people walked into the store but did not make a single transaction.
Han Muye was not in a hurry and studied the war puppets and armor every day in the attic on the second floor.
The inheritance of battle armor and battle puppet refining in Galaxy Universe is completely different from what Han Muye saw in the prehistoric battle armor.
Just like the practice method of the prehistoric universe, the practice method from the physical strength in the prehistoric era to the practice method in the prehistoric era has become the true spiritual practice.
After that, it turned into the practice of immortality and the practice of gods.
The battle armor of Galaxy Universe has also evolved several times.
The methods of refining the holy-level war puppet armor and even the god-level war puppet armor from ancient times have long been lost.
Today's battle armor refining pursues the maximization of various material properties.
"Buzz——"
There was a soft sound, and Han Muye was covered in a set of silver armor.
This battle armor is covered with mail, and its arms and limbs are wrapped in silver armor.
He clenched his fist slightly, and light flashed on the silver armor.
This stream of light just rotated, lifting his body and turning it into a shadow in the attic.
This is too fast and only a virtual afterimage can be seen.
A long sword appeared in his hand, and Han Muye slashed it into the void in front of him.
"Stab-"
In front of him, a black space crack appeared, and then slowly disappeared.
This universe is not directly suppressed by the power of heaven, and the confinement pressure in heaven and earth is not strong.
Under the blessing of this armor, Han Muye only exerted about the power of a golden immortal, which is about the sixth level of this world, to break through the void.
No wonder He Yangsun said that a strong person above level six can directly travel through the world and move instantly.
Han Muye paused and stood where he was.
The armor on his body slowly faded away, and finally only a piece of armor that could be held with a fist was left.
This piece of armor was something he had just refined, a battle armor blessed with speed and strength.
This armor was completely modeled after the pieces of armor He Yangsun gave him.
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Although this armor cannot be compared with the ninth-level armor in terms of power attributes and can only be regarded as level six, its performance far exceeds that of ordinary sixth-level armor.
This armor is a top quality among level six.
The most important thing is that the greatest advantage of this armor is that it does not require any cultivation strength for the messenger.
Unlike other armored war puppets, without matching cultivation power, it is impossible to activate the envoy.
This armor can of course be used by a level 6 armor master to maximize its combat power. It can be used by level 5, level 4, and even level 1 and 2 armor masters.
It's just that the power of the imperial envoy will be relatively weak.
But this attribute is something that many other armors don't have.
Han Muye knew that based on this alone, this armor could be sold at a high price.
Putting away the armor and walking downstairs, he saw He Yangsun standing behind the counter.
"Why, there's no business yet?"
Han Muye asked with a smile.
He Yangsun nodded, shook his head helplessly and said: "Sir, if you are willing to follow my instructions and go to the Armor Forger Alliance in Tacheng to make some friends, there will be no shortage of business."
The war puppet and armor forging business in Tacheng is basically monopolized.
Those weapon refiners and casters all have a mentoring relationship with each other.
If foreign foundries want to get business, they must integrate into the Foundry Alliance.
This is not just the case in Tacheng, but also in other cities.
"Need not."
Han Muye smiled and shook his head, looked at He Yangsun, raised his hand and threw out the piece of armor.
"Didn't you say that you wanted to be certified as a first-level armor master and puppet master?"
"Take this armor with you."
He Yangsun already has a battle puppet. With that battle puppet, not to mention the first level puppet master certification, even the second level is more than enough.
Now with this armor, you can directly be certified as a first-level armor master.
It is He Yangsun's dream to become an armor master and a puppet master at the same time.
Moreover, He Yangsun became a first-level puppet master and armor master, and he would immediately cause a big sensation in Tacheng.
When his armor and puppets are revealed, will he worry about the bad business in this shop?