I can travel a million miles

Chapter 20 Flying Sword
Chen Mu sat at the table, tapping his fingers on the table.

"Black Water Gang..."

After thinking for a while, Chen Mu called Ren Yan over and gave some instructions.

The task of inquiring about the specific situation of the Blackwater Gang is naturally the most suitable for Ren Yan to do, and this kind of thing is not worth it for him to do it himself.

After Ren Yan heard Chen Mu's order, he immediately responded and went down.

After Ren Yan left.

Chen Mu looked at the porcelain cup in his hand, then put it aside, then stood up, packed up the gold ingots that were left before, and walked out of the courtyard after having breakfast.

Although sooner or later he will become a fifth-grade magician and master the supernatural powers of Taoism, but before that, he still needs something to accompany him.

Flying Sword!

Travel three thousand miles at night with one thought, and take the head with a flying sword with a hundred steps!

Although traveling three thousand miles at night is a little too exaggerated, and it is impossible to do it now, but the Hundred-Step Flying Sword is not exaggerated at all. When the sky is at night, it can gain the upper hand even against fifth-rank warriors!
Today's Chen Mu is also looking forward to the power of the mind and the flying sword.

soon.

Chen Mu left Xuanguo Mansion and came to Outer Street.

The flying sword used by a magician is not the same concept as the sword used by a martial artist. They are completely different in terms of production, materials, and size.

However, this did not prevent Chen Mu from going to the blacksmith shop, because the core material was still metal.

Since the Great Yuan was a martial artist and couldn't help but use weapons, blacksmiths could be seen everywhere. Even ordinary people would often buy some weapons for self-defense, although they were often useless at critical moments.

Chen Mu soon found a larger blacksmith shop.

Before stepping in, one could feel the heat wave inside the shop, and could see the snow on the street outside, but most of the blacksmiths in the shop only wore a thin sackcloth.

The blacksmith, who was watching the blacksmiths forging weapons, turned his head and noticed Chen Mu. A smile appeared on his thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he took the initiative to greet him.

"Welcome, welcome, what does this young man need?"

"What kind of iron do you have here?"

Chen Mu stepped into the shop and asked straightforwardly.

The blacksmith shook his head and said with a smile: "There are a lot of them, even ordinary iron masters may not like them. I also have fine iron, hundred-refined steel, blood-pattern steel, black iron..."

while talking.

The blacksmith led the way with his head aside, and brought Chen Mu to the back hall.

There is a large amount of iron ore piled up on the far left, which is just ordinary iron. In the middle, there is a lot less, and it is obvious that it is a piece of refined iron that has been tempered and can be used at any time.

Further to the right, there are tables with different pieces of iron placed on them, some of which are dark in color, while others have a bloodshot-like eerie texture.

Chen Mu strolled over.

He didn't speak, but with a thought, he stretched out a part of his heart and soul, and touched that square iron block.

The most important property of a magician's flying sword is not hardness or toughness, but the degree of fit with the heart and soul. The easier it is to control, the better.

On this basis, other properties such as hardness and toughness are pursued.

But often as long as it is hard, it is enough.

"What kind of iron is this?"

Chen Mu probed over one by one, then stepped forward, reached out and stroked a piece of iron with a strange texture that seemed to reflect a little bit of moonlight.

The blacksmith shook his head and said with a smile: "This is the meteorite iron ore. It is said that it fell from the Moon Palace. It is extremely cold in nature and extremely tough. It can make the thinnest and sharpest weapons."

Chen Mu nodded, and pointed to another piece of black iron.

"What about this piece?"

"This is Heiyao Iron Mine. It is buried extremely deep underground. It is said that only strong fighters can mine it. Its hardness is half a point higher than that of Black Iron."

The blacksmith turned his head and continued to introduce.

These two kinds of iron ore are the two most comfortable in Chen Mu's mind-soul contact, and there is no doubt that they are also the most relaxed to control.

Hardness and toughness... Chen Mu decided on the former after a little thought.

Flying swords are not soft swords. They don't need such things as toughness. Maybe they are not tough enough to be forged to be extremely small, but the manufacturing method of flying swords is also completely different from ordinary weapons.

"What is the price of Heiyao Iron Ore?"

When Chen Mu asked about the price of Heiyao Iron Ore, the blacksmith immediately smiled wider, and said: "I only charged three yuan for this item this year, and I have already used up two yuan. This is the last piece. The young master only needs one hundred gold to take it away."

"If this black Yao iron ore is used to forge weapons, this old man can do it himself, and the custodian is satisfied."

The last time I gave Ning [-] gold, Xinghualou spent [-] gold, and the rest was enough. Chen Mu was not interested in talking about the price, so he directly took out five gold ingots.

Heiyao Iron Mine is also recorded in the book. Although the price of one hundred gold pieces may be a little high, it will not be too high.

The blacksmith looked at the five gold ingots, and immediately smiled and said: "Okay, you are bold, I don't know what kind of weapon you need, this black Yao iron ore is enough to forge a three-foot green blade, if you need more weight You can also add some black iron to the blade."

"No need."

"I just need this piece of Heiyao iron ore."

Chen Mu shook his head slightly, and reached out to pick up the piece of Heiyao iron ore.

Then go out.

The blacksmith shook his head in surprise, but he didn't ask any further questions. He immediately followed behind and sent Chen Mu out of the shop, saying, "Young master, go slowly!"

After a while.

Chen Mu returned to his courtyard with Hei Yao Iron Mine.

This piece of black iron ore can forge a sharp sword used by warriors, but the flying sword does not need to be that big, at most it only needs one-third of the size of a normal sharp sword, or even smaller is fine.

Therefore, this piece of Heiyao iron ore is more than enough to forge three flying swords.

Chen Mu's plan is also three handles.

Ordinary seventh-rank sorcerers can only manipulate one flying sword freely, but with his current strength of mind and soul, even three swords can be manipulated freely.

The forging of flying swords does not need to be in a blacksmith's shop. In other words, the flying swords forged by the sorcerer himself are the ones that suit you best and suit you best.

Although the forging process was not mentioned in any book, Chen Mu could roughly guess it.

No need to use blacksmith stove.

All it takes is a piece of charcoal.

The sorcerer can manipulate the aura, and any ordinary fire can be ignited by the aura, turning it into a spiritual fire. The heat will be much higher than that of a blacksmith's stove, and it can easily burn gold and iron.

Speaking of it, it's a bit like the fairy family's method.

soon.

Chen Mu then found a piece of charcoal and lit it, and with a thought, the whole world in front of him suddenly turned into a spiritual field, and he activated his spiritual vision!

In the state of spiritual vision, Chen Mu can clearly see those light spots between the sky and the earth that are so small that they are invisible to the naked eye, and they can be manipulated freely according to his thoughts.

but.

Just as Chen Mu was about to try to induce spiritual energy to transform into spiritual flames, he was suddenly taken aback, noticing something, turned his head slightly, and looked towards the courtyard where the Ning family lived.

After a slight pause in his gaze, Chen Mu stopped the movements in his hands, put down the things for the time being, and walked out.

(End of this chapter)