The god-level master of the cold and beautiful president

In the eyes of Duan Qiang, Chu Feng slowly lifted the white silk scarf, and the covered rattan stick appeared in the eyes of several people.

It was a straight stick, dark brown in color, and looked old. A silver metal ribbon was wrapped around the stick to make it easier to hold. It was filled with weed-like things on the left and right.

"Can you pick it up and try it?"

Looking at the rattan stick, Chu Feng's eyes flashed with emotion, and he wanted to wave it a few times.

"Okay, you can try."

The boss responded with a smile, this item was originally intended to be sold, if the buyer doesn't try it out, it's not justified.

Hearing this, Chu Feng nodded, rubbed his hands, and took it to the rattan stick in the black box.

In this process, there is a warrior's expectation for the weapon at hand.

After holding the rattan stick in his hand, Chu Feng's mind suddenly moved, and a sense of familiarity spontaneously arose in his heart, as if he and the stick had merged into one!

Weighing the weight in his hand, Chu Feng showed a little surprise, and asked the boss next to him: "This stick looks ordinary, why does it feel heavy in the hand?"

After so many days of exercising and supplementing food, his strength has greatly increased, and it is effortless to lift a thing that weighs more than a hundred catties. This small stick has a heavy weight in his hand. Feel, how heavy is this stick?

"The weapons made by our Mohist weapons are only for predestined people, and we only make one copy of each weapon. The stick in your hand was made by me. Because there are too few people who practice sticks, there are even fewer people who have practiced the way." , It has been stored untouched for the past 20 years, but all weapons must undergo regular maintenance, so the density of this stick is constantly increasing under my regular brewing, and the weight is also constantly increasing. Now Now, it's about thirty catties."

The boss explained, seeing Chu Feng was surprised, and asked: "How about it, can you bear the weight? If not, my small shop doesn't have what you need. But don't worry about my stuff, it's very tough , fireproof and moistureproof, and it won’t leave marks even if you cut it with a knife.”

In the end, he made a promise that there were absolutely not many young warriors like Chu Feng, and he felt that Chu Feng was the fate of this stick.

"how can that be?!"

Hearing this, Duan Qiang screamed in disbelief, feeling that the boss had exaggerated his things.

After that, he subconsciously doubted whether the things the boss was selling were real.

Suppressing the shock, Duan Qiang pulled the sleeve of Chu Feng beside him, and said in a low voice: "Minister Chu, I always feel that what the boss said is not true, why don't we go? Try somewhere else."

"Mr. Duan, wait a minute. I believe the boss's words are not deceiving."

Although Chu Feng was also shocked by what the boss said, after thinking about it, he felt that the boss would not lie to him with such stupid lies.

These points are well confirmed.

"The weight...it's not bad."

Raising his hand to signal Duan Qiang to be calm, Chu Feng nodded to the boss, not minding the weight of the stick, then he smiled and said to the boss: "If the boss doesn't mind, can I try with your stick? See if what the boss said is true?"

Duan Qiang's eyes lit up when he heard Chu Feng's words.

Yes!

As long as you test it, the boss's lie is easy to expose.

"Yes, please."

Under the gazes of Chu Feng and Duan Qiang, the boss didn't show any strangeness on his face. He raised his finger to the stove on one side and signaled to Chu Feng that he wanted Chu Feng to put it in for a try.

As a descendant of the Mohist school, he is still confident that he can do the skill of making weapons not afraid of fire, not to mention that after more than 20 years of polishing by him, this stick has already become a fine product.

In his opinion, this stick is not much worse than the weapons passed down through the ages made by his ancestors of the Mo family.

However, whether the weapon is powerful or not, famous or not, he, the craftsman, does not matter, it depends on the ability of the user.

If you want the weapon he made to be famous as Qinggu, the user must be extremely good!

Don't you see, the reason why the plum blossom gun is famous is because of Huo Qubing, a famous general in the Western Han Dynasty.

The Shuihan Sword is famous because its wearer is Gao Jianli,
The Canhong Sword is famous, and its wearer is Jing Ke, the top assassin in the pre-Qin period.

As for the swords, famous guns... and other weapons made by the Mohists later, they are all famous because their users left a strong mark in history.

"Thank you boss."

Chu Feng nodded, and walked towards the stove with a stick in his hand. Duan Qiang followed behind and looked at the boss with a surprised expression. He couldn't believe that the boss would actually give Chu Feng a try.

Wood that is not afraid of fire, how is it possible!

Chu Feng came to the stove in stride, with a trace of hesitation on his face, but seeing that the boss did not stop him at all, he also wanted to see if the stick was as magical as the boss said, and the next moment, he directly inserted it into the stove .

"Chichi!"

As soon as the stick was put into the stove, there was a crisp sound.

Ok?
Chu Feng frowned, shouldn't he?
Duan Qiang, who was beside him, heard the voice and felt that the boss was lying. He looked at the boss with pride in exposing the lie, and said, "Boss, this weapon is not as powerful as you said? I heard it already It looked burnt out."

"Minister Duan, wait a minute."

At this time, Chu Feng suddenly exclaimed and called Duan Qiang to stop.

"What's the matter, Minister Chu?"

Duan Qiang stopped talking in doubt, and turned to look at Chu Feng.

The chubby boss guessed what happened, so he just stood there without moving, but his eyes were on Chu Feng, sizing him up secretly, his eyes were very curious.

The moment Chu Feng touched the rattan stick just now, Zen appeared!

It was a weapon that had a high degree of 'resonance' with people.

At that moment, he just felt extremely shocked - according to his father, those who can feel Zen when touching a weapon are all extremely talented people in the martial arts.

And there are only a few people like this in each era.

Xiang Yu of the Chu and Han Dynasties, Zhao Yun and Lu Bu of the Three Kingdoms, Xue Rengui of the Tang Dynasty... and so on, all of them are the leaders of the era, and the Chu Feng in front of us...

"Cooperating with my weapon, Chu Feng will definitely be able to maximize the blessing. The person waiting for this stick is Chu Feng in front of me!"

The boss's eyes lit up, and he felt that he had found the person who could bring the weapon he forged to glory!

"That's not the sound of the cane being burned, you see."

Chu Feng said to Duan Qiang beside him, and lifted the wooden stick.

I saw that the originally dull rattan stick, after being baked by the fire, turned out to be shiny, indicating that it had formed a crystal substance similar to patina, which was extremely beautiful.

Chu Feng imagined what would happen if the rattan stick was completely roasted in the fire, and his eyes lit up immediately.

A treasured martial arts stick, a rattan stick, will appear in this world!
"This... this... amazing!"

Duan Qiang was stunned, and looked at the rattan stick in Chu Feng's hand in amazement. He was going to question the boss's words before, but he didn't dare to say it again.

Chu Feng rubbed the precious treasure in his hand, very obsessed.

"Mr. Chu, when you don't have the strength to fully protect it, I hope you don't let its true face be fully revealed."

At this time, the boss suppressed the excitement in his heart, stepped forward, looked at the rattan stick in Chu Feng's hand, and gave a solemn reminder to Chu Feng.

This rattan stick was made by him, and now he met Chu Feng, a predestined person, he didn't want Chu Feng to be killed because of this stick, and the stick would fall into the hands of others.

Hearing this, Chu Feng raised his head to look at the boss, and seeing the seriousness of the two bosses, he was surprised in his heart, and then nodded solemnly, obviously knowing what the boss was thinking.

Then, he looked at the boss, gritted his teeth and asked, "Boss, how much is this rattan stick, I plan to buy it!"

Chu Feng faintly felt that he had found a rare treasure, and he had to get it.

Even if you pay more money for it!