I have a magic pot

Those who can afford this level of spiritual weapons are also elders of the five major families, and even figures of the patriarch level.

Although it had been expected, this young Patriarch Han made extraordinary moves.

Unexpectedly, the other party wanted to build a third-level spiritual weapon as soon as he opened his mouth. How could the waitress not be excited?

The waitress forced herself to suppress her excitement and said to Han Feng.

"Patriarch Han, please follow me up to the fourth floor first, and I will invite Lord Artifact Refiner to talk to you face to face later."

Han Feng nodded, he also wanted to tell the craftsman some things face to face.

At that moment, Han Feng followed the waitress to the fourth floor of the business.

This is the first time Han Feng climbed to the fourth floor.

I thought that the fourth floor and the first three floors are the same, there are display cabinets everywhere, allowing customers to choose products.

However, when he climbed to the fourth floor, Han Feng was surprised to find out.

Although this floor is exquisitely repaired and elegantly decorated, it is composed of boxes and there is no merchandise display.

Seemingly aware of Han Feng's suspicious gaze, the waitress explained.

"Commerces above the third floor area will not be displayed. After all the distinguished guests express their needs, there will be a special person to deliver the products to the box for the distinguished guests to choose."

Han Feng nodded, and said that the Imperial Firm is indeed the official operating organization of the Qianlan Empire, and its business acumen is really flexible.

Under the leadership of the waitress, Han Feng entered an elegant wing room, and his own person served melon and fruit refreshments.

The waitress left the box and went to ask the refiner to come.

Han Feng waited in the private room for a long time, refilled his tea three times, but no one came, so he couldn't help frowning secretly.

Just when Han Feng's patience was about to run out, footsteps came and the door was finally pushed open.

A short, fat old man with a goatee and slightly frosted temples casually stepped into the door, followed by an embarrassed and apologetic waitress.

As soon as the female waitress entered the door, she hurriedly saluted Han Feng.

"I'm really sorry for keeping Patriarch Han waiting for so long."

After finishing speaking, she looked at the short and fat old man at the side, and introduced respectfully.

"This is the chief craftsman of our branch, Master Du Xin!"

Hearing this, Han Feng also stood up and cupped his hands at the old man.

"It turned out to be Master Du, I'm sorry."

Han Feng's attitude was quite polite, but that Master Du was very indifferent.

Without paying back the courtesy, he casually sat on a wooden chair in the room and glanced at Han Fengdao.

"Mr. Han, I heard that you want to build a third-level weapon, right?"

Han Feng didn't care about Du Xin's indifferent attitude, so he nodded.

Du Xin sneered when he heard this.

He glanced at the waitress again.

"Have you told Patriarch Han how much a third-level spiritual weapon is worth, and how much it costs to customize a third-level spiritual weapon?"

"Uh...this..."

The waitress was speechless for a moment, it was also the first time she had received such a big business.

In a moment of excitement, he forgot to inform the price first.

Seeing this, Du Xin couldn't help snorting dissatisfiedly.

"Hmph, if you don't even understand this basic process, I really don't know what is the use of the firm hiring people like you.

Well, don't waste my time, I haven't finished the batch of spiritual soldiers ordered by the City Lord's Mansion in the past two days, so I won't accompany you! "

The female waitress was already so frightened that her pretty face turned pale after being scolded by Du Xin, and even faint tears welled up in her eyes.

A craftsman is an extremely rare profession in the Lingwu Continent, just like an alchemist, and he will be respected by people everywhere.

The same is true in the Imperial Commercial Bank. Du Xin is the chief craftsman of the Bailong County Branch and has a high voice in the commercial bank.

If it made him unhappy, a word from him could make the waitress lose her job. How could the waitress not panic?

Seeing Du Xin got up angrily, he was about to step out of the room.

Han Feng in the box twitched his eyelids and snorted coldly.

"Hmph, is this how the Imperial Firm treats guests?"

Han Feng has now experienced many life and death tribulations, and many of his subordinates have lost their lives, and his evil spirit is restrained.

At this moment, he was quite displeased with the attitude of this master craftsman, and there was an invisible fierce power in his cold voice.

Du Xin's figure, which was about to step out of the door, froze slightly because of this.

Turning his head to look at Han Feng with a stern look, Du Xin's eyes flashed with astonishment, and then he sneered.

"Mr. Han, it's not that our Imperial Commercial Bank doesn't treat customers well, it's just that the old man, as the chief craftsman of the branch, spends a lot of time grinding and refining various materials every day.

The guests I receive must also have real needs and have the ability to purchase.

Therefore, the old man really has no extra time to waste on other people. "

Han Feng raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

"Master Du thinks... I don't have the ability to buy?"

Chapter 261 No Overlord

Facing Han Feng's questioning, Du Xin sneered, with a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

His cultivation base is not high, and it is only a three-star Hui-level cultivation base.

However, his status as a craftsman, coupled with his employment relationship with the Imperial Trading Company, gave him enough confidence.

Even in the face of the heads of the five major families, he will not be afraid in the slightest.

In addition, his attitude towards Han Feng was so bad.

It is also the son of an aristocratic family who he has seen a lot, is self-righteous, holds hundreds of spirit stones in his hand, and thinks he can buy anything.

He has also heard some rumors about Han Feng.

How much wealth can a branch patriarch who is squeezed out by the patriarch have?

Du Xin is not a person who has eyes for money, but he is extremely persistent when it comes to refining weapons.

He will never lower his requirements for the quality of spiritual soldiers just because the guests are cash-strapped.

Therefore, his guests must be rich enough to allow him to use any material without any scruples, perfect and process the spiritual weapon to the extreme.

After a pause, Du Xin said bluntly.

"Young master Han, do you know that even a low-rank spirit weapon of the third level needs seven or eight hundred low-rank spirit stones.

As for custom-made spirit weapons, in addition to material costs and production costs, the price is at least a thousand low-grade spirit stones. Are you sure you can afford it? "

Han Feng didn't speak, he threw it on the table casually, and two shiny silver medals landed on the table.

Du Xin's eyes lit up when he saw these two medals.

Because these two medals are the "Silver Medals" of the Imperial Firm, each one represents a thousand low-grade spirit stones that the customer has saved in the firm.

Han Feng casually threw out two silver medals, which proved that he had at least two thousand low-grade spirit stones on him.

"Is this enough?"

Han Feng said coldly.

Seeing this, Du Xin slowly restrained the contempt in his eyes.

Turning around and looking Han Feng up and down again, Du Xin finally clapped his hands.

"Mr. Han seems to be a real person who doesn't show his face. The old man was rude just now. Since Mr. Han has the capital, we can talk about it."

Du Xin's attitude changed very directly, without any hypocrisy and affectation, which made Han Fenggao take a look at him.

At that moment, the two sat down again, drinking tea and talking.

Du Xin said: "I don't know what kind of weapon Mr. Han wants to build?"

"I want to build a long gun."

When he heard that Han Feng wanted to build a spear, Du Xin's expression became more focused, and he praised it.

"The spear is the king of soldiers, and the leader of the nine chiefs!

To be honest, the spiritual weapon that this old man is best at building is the spear. "

Han Feng was delighted when he heard the words. As the saying goes, "If a worker wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his tools."

He naturally hoped to find an expert to forge weapons for himself.

Immediately, the two began to talk about long guns.

After some conversation, Han Feng discovered that Du Xin had really studied the spear very deeply.

Regarding the various characteristics of long spears, and even the key points of practicing spear skills, the other party actually knew them at his fingertips, like a treasure.

He is even more familiar than Han Feng, who has practiced long spears, which makes Han Feng feel ashamed.

After discussing excitedly for a while, Du Xin finally spoke.

"By the way, Mr. Han, what are your requirements for the spear you made?"

Han Feng thought for a while, and stretched out three fingers.

"Hard, fierce and long!"

"Um……"

Du Xin lowered his head and took a sip of tea, pondered for a while, as if he was thinking about the refining method.

On the other hand, the beautiful waitress at the side blushed suddenly when she heard this, she was too shy to look at Han Feng.

After a while, Du Xin said.

"Mr. Han means that he wants to build a long spear that is more 'hard and fierce'."

Han Feng nodded, thought for a while and said again.

"Master Du, I have a good friend who also owns a spear of the same type. I also know its characteristics very well. Master may wish to learn from it."

"Oh...?" Du Xin's face suddenly filled with interest.

"I also ask Mr. Han to enlighten me."

Han Feng revealed a look of reminiscence, and said after thinking about it.

"The name of this spear is 'Overlord'. The whole body is made of high-quality black iron. The length of the spear is one foot three feet and seven inches, and it weighs more than a thousand jun. The sharp edge of the spear will kill you if you hit it.

Han Feng's short and precise introduction made Du Xin's eyes brighten.

"Hiss... What a Overlord Spear, it really is overbearing.

To be able to use such a mighty weapon, Mr. Han must be a good friend, I don't know his name. "

Han Feng smiled slightly.

"My friend's surname is 'Xiang', and his single name has the word 'Yu'. He is born with supernatural powers and has the courage of all men. I am also very envious of his Overlord Spear."

In fact, as early as today in Macheng, after receiving a suggestion from Mu Qianxun.

Han Feng had already thought of what kind of spear he wanted to build.

In the various historical classics and folk unofficial history that Han Feng has read in his previous life, there are countless guns and weapons.

Among them, the most domineering one is the "Overlord Spear" used by Chu Overlord Xiang Yu.

Unlike other long spears, it is flexible and flexible, and it is good at being flexible and changing, combining reality and reality.

The Overlord Spear is strong and fierce, and it pays attention to the fact that once it is stabbed, there will be no return.

Back then, when the Overlord of Chu fought with the Overlord Spear, no one could stop him with one stab.

If you want to attack the invading enemies from the left and right, the Overlord of Chu only needs to swing the Overlord Spear with one hand, and you can sweep away the wind and the clouds!