Chapter 152 A Wonderful Journey to the Villa

Su Yu Niang looked up and down at the Sword Fairy, the group of old blacksmiths, and the group of refugees who had tricked the inn.

She sighed in her heart that she had to be busy.

The Sword Fairy pulled Su Yu Niang over and whispered to her:

"Brother Axe and these villagers have good character, but they don't have any skills. The leader, Brother Axe, is a combat type and can live directly at the foot of the mountain."

Su Yu Niang knew.

The Sword Fairy wanted to save the other party.

After all, if you go up the mountain and come to the inn, except for life-related professions, everyone will die!

After all, no matter how good your character is, the blacksmith is now afraid that you will suddenly go crazy and attack everyone after you go offline.

This kind of fighting monk is an unstable factor.

Absolutely not.

At present, the mountain only needs non-combat weak chicken life-related cards.

Su Yu Niang gave the other party a face: "I asked him to take this group of villagers to stay here, and take the rest to the mountain to stay in the inn. Is that okay?"

"No problem."

The Sword Fairy nodded. The remaining few were not good people.

Going up the mountain is also to eliminate harm for the people. After all, the wandering ghosts are hidden dangers.

Su Yu Niang lowered her voice: "Although the people who go up the mountain will also be drawn cards, we will not kill them early. Let them stay first. After the exchange event is over, we will kill them."

This is their mercy.

Draw cards in front of the guests, after all, it is not a good influence!

Su Yu Niang ran to communicate with Brother Axe, let them stay at the foot of the mountain, and then continue to take a group of people up the mountain.

Several old blacksmiths headed by Zhang Jinsheng watched this scene silently, somewhat confused.

"Please get on the sightseeing car."

Su Yu Niang smiled: "In winter, the mountain road is difficult."

At this time, everyone noticed that a high rope was pulled from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, with a carriage hanging on it.

In the sunshine, the carriage carried the extremely magnificent fantasy colors that only weapons had.

Several villagers who were walking around had already shown surprise. They had never seen such a creation.

In fact.

The blacksmiths have been testing many miscellaneous spiritual roots, and finally selected dogtail grass and painted cards.

Other spiritual root magic tools that were eliminated were made into various interesting creative toys by them.

Useless, not easy to sell.

But some are quite fun.

Especially the blacksmiths with brains, they tinker with these things when they have nothing to do.

They are here to play games, and they are done as long as they have fun.

A villager got on the sightseeing car and whispered: "It's so comfortable, isn't it the kind of magic tool that the monks ride on when they go high and high? I can also experience the moment of flying."

"This is the sect of the immortals." Another villager said happily.

Several old blacksmiths and old women also got on the carriage and sat down, smiling, thinking it was quite interesting.

They got on the sightseeing car and started to drive quickly.

It was early morning, the sun was shining brightly, and the sea of ​​trees below was blown by the wind and waves, surging, and a vast expanse of beautiful mountains and rivers could be seen.

The sightseeing car was accelerating madly.

The lightning speed made the refugees scream wildly, and the strong wind poured into their ears and noses, forming a strange stimulation.

"Too high, too fast."

"I feel it, is this the feeling of the immortals flying?"

"Is this the mountains?"

The villagers gradually became cheerful.

Sure enough, there are adventures in the mountains.

This is a wonderful journey they have never experienced in their lives.

Is this looking for immortals? Maybe we can practice? Live with immortals?

All kinds of stories from the storytellers in the tavern broke into the villagers' minds.

Several old ladies and old men were also blowing the strong wind, looking at each other for a few times, and saw each other's interested expressions.

It seems that they think this kind of mountain hospitality is very interesting.

The two steam cylinders behind the carriage are some kind of magic tools that can spray.

They thought of many spells and magical powers of wind-type monsters, such as wind movement and wind smoke, but they didn't think they were very similar.

Could it be another new weapon besides the drawing card and berserk weapon?

Another new monster material?

These old men and women who were almost buried suddenly felt that they had become younger. With the howling wind and the screams of the villagers, their hearts began to be filled with curiosity.

Soon, they climbed up with the sightseeing car and met the collectors Yan Hua and Er Ya.

The two were timid and looked up nervously at the group.

After a while of nervousness, Yan Hua continued to hold the electric saw and continued to saw wood with a sizzling sound.

Zhang Jinsheng stuck his head out of the window, looking at the dizzy tree-cutting on the hillside, and was surprised:

"Turning saw teeth, is that a toothed sword?"

"No, toothed swords are medium-grade magic weapons. The opponent's weapon is obviously underpowered, so it can only cut ordinary trees."

"So, it is another type of low-level magic weapon we have never seen before?"

"I wonder what kind of low-level monster's talent it is."

The other party seemed to be full of mystery, with different heritage and background.

Even the style and design of forged weapons were like works of art, pursuing beauty.

Before going up the mountain, they saw two new types of weapons besides the painted cards and the frenzy weapons.

I really don’t know what other wonderful things are waiting for them on the mountain.

Although the level of these two toy magic tools is obviously not high and the applicability is very low, the other party originally just regarded them as low-level toys.

What made them more concerned was that they could not see the origin of the other party’s weapons at all.

After all, they would never think of the true face of these weapons.

Some people would kill two scholars who had studied hard for ten years and successfully opened three flowers and leaped into the dragon gate just for an axe for chopping trees and a useless sightseeing car!

The Sword Fairy looked at the curiosity of these old men and women, and suddenly remembered a complaint from the young blacksmiths in the villa:

"Every time a weapon is forged, a scholar is killed for money. There is no killing without buying and selling. Do you care about these? No, you don't care about anything. You only care that this weapon looks really good!"

Continue to climb the mountain.

As he climbed all the way, a villa gradually came into view.

As he got closer to the destination, Zhang Jinsheng's expectations became more and more vigorous. Is this villa really forging a magic weapon?

If that's the case, he would be satisfied to be able to participate in the forging and witness the birth of a peerless weapon.

If it succeeds, then this sword-making villa will become famous and resound throughout Xinyizhou, right?

He sighed softly and continued to rush forward. The outline of the villa became larger and larger.

The towering tower buildings with unique styles and buildings came into view, with an exotic beauty different from the local style.

Soon, the sightseeing car stopped.

After getting off the car, several villagers were still in shock, feeling the intense excitement of a roller coaster, dizzy.

They didn't even realize that their heads were blown off, and they silently helped them back.

Several experienced old men and women didn't care about the embarrassment of these strange villagers, and took it calmly, treating them as ordinary villagers.

"Let's continue walking." Su Yu Niang smiled.

They walked together and walked the last section of the journey.

At the entrance of the villa, there was an ancient gate with glazed colors, with a row of large characters written on it.

Several old men and women raised their heads and looked at the words on both sides of the villa: "What is this!?"

[The candle extinguishes the embers, the burning soul and the will are still there]

[Life is cast in the furnace, and the swords and spears will continue to open up]

The magnificent vision is vividly expressed in the pen and ink, shaking everyone's heart.

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