These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 153 A Wonderful Journey to the Villa

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

I sighed inwardly and realized that I was busy.

The Sword Fairy pulled Su Yu Niang over and whispered to her:
"Brother Axe and these villagers are good people, but they don't have any skills. The leader, Brother Axe, is a combat type, so he can live directly at the foot of the mountain."

Su Yu Niang knows.

The Sword Fairy wanted to save the other person.

After all, when you go up the mountain and come to the inn, everyone has to die except for those in life-related professions!
After all, no matter how lucky you are as a combat profession, the blacksmith is now afraid that after you go offline, you will suddenly go crazy and attack everyone.

This kind of fighting monk is an unstable factor.

Absolutely not.

There are only non-combat weakling life cards on the mountain.

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 to the people. After all, the wandering ghosts are a hidden danger.

Su Yu Niang lowered her voice and said, "Although those who go up the mountain will also be drawn cards, we will not kill them too early. Let them stay here first, and we will kill them after this exchange event is over."

This is their mercy.

Drawing cards in front of guests will not have a good impact after all!

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

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

"Please get on the tour bus."

Su Yu Niang smiled and said, "In winter, the mountain roads are difficult."

Only then did everyone notice a tall rope stretched from the top of the mountain to the bottom, with a carriage hanging on it.

In the sunlight, the carriage took on the extremely magnificent fantasy colors that only weapons had.

Several villagers who were walking around showed expressions of surprise, as they had never seen such a creation.

Actually.

Blacksmiths have been experimenting with many different spiritual roots, and finally selected dogtail grass and painted cards.

The other eliminated spiritual root magic tools were made into various interesting and creative toys.

It's useless and hard to sell.

But some of them are quite fun.

Especially those imaginative blacksmiths, who would tinker with these things when they have nothing to do.

They are here to play games, and that's all they want to do.

A villager got on the sightseeing car and whispered, "It's so comfortable. Can I sit in it? Isn't this the magical instrument that monks ride to fly high? I can also experience the moment of flying."

"This must be the immortal's sect." Another villager said happily.

A few old blacksmiths nearby also got on the carriage and sat down, smiling, thinking it was quite interesting.

We boarded the sightseeing car and started moving quickly.

It was early morning, the sun was shining brightly, and the sea of trees below were blown and swirled by the wind and waves, revealing a vast expanse of beautiful scenery.

The tour bus was accelerating wildly.

The lightning speed made the group of refugees scream wildly, and the strong wind rushed into their ears and noses, creating a strange stimulation.

“Too high, too fast.”

"I understand. Is this what it feels like for immortals to fly?"

“Are these the mountains?”

The villagers gradually became cheerful.

It turns out that there are real adventures on the mountain.

This was a wonderful journey that they had never experienced in their lives.

Is this looking for immortals? Maybe we can practice cultivation? Live with immortals? All kinds of novels in vernacular novels and stories told by storytellers in restaurants entered the minds of the villagers.

Several old ladies and old men were also enjoying the strong wind. They looked at each other and saw each other's interested expressions.

He seemed to find this kind of mountain hospitality very interesting.

The two steam cylinders at the back of the carriage are some kind of magical instruments that can emit jets of gas.

They thought of many magical spells that were enchanted by various wind-type monsters, such as wind-movement magic and wind-smoke magic, but they all seemed unlikely.

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

Another new type of monster material?

These old men and women who were almost buried in the ground suddenly felt themselves becoming younger. With the howling wind and the screams of the villagers, their hearts began to be filled with curiosity.

Soon as the sightseeing car climbed up, we met the collector, Erya.

The two timid people looked up nervously at the group of people.

After a tense moment, Yanhua continued to hold the electric saw and continued to saw the wood with a crackling sound.

Zhang Jinsheng stuck his head out of the window and looked at the trees being cut down on the hillside with surprise:
"Turn the teeth. Is that a toothed sword?"

"No, the tooth sword type of magic weapon is a medium-grade magic weapon. The opponent's weapon is obviously underpowered, so it can only cut ordinary trees."

"So, this is another type of low-level magical weapon that we haven't seen before?"

"I wonder what kind of talent this low-level monster has."

The other party seems to be mysterious everywhere, with a different heritage and background.

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

Before going up the mountain, I saw two new types of weapons besides the drawing cards and berserk weapons.

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

Although the levels of these two toy magic weapons were obviously not high and their applicability was very low, the other party originally just treated them as low-level toys.

What concerned them more was that they had no idea where the other party's weapons came from.

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

Some people, just for an axe for chopping down trees and a useless sightseeing car, would kill two scholars who had studied hard for ten years and successfully achieved success!

The Sword Fairy looked at the curiosity of these old men and women, and suddenly remembered a complaint made by the young blacksmiths in the villa:
"Every time a weapon is forged, a scholar is murdered for money. There is no killing without buying and selling. Do you care about this? No, you don't care about anything. You only care about how beautiful this weapon looks!"

Continue climbing.

As we climbed higher, a mountain villa gradually came into view.

As he got closer to his destination, Zhang Jinsheng's anticipation grew stronger. Is this villa really forging some kind of magical weapon?

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

If successful, then this Sword-Forging Villa will become famous overnight and be heard throughout Xinyi Continent, right?

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

Tall tower buildings with unique styles come into view, one building after another, with an exotic beauty that is different from the local style.

Soon, the tour bus stopped.

After getting off the bus, several villagers were still in shock. They felt dizzy and as if they were on a roller coaster.

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

The well-informed old men and women did not care about the embarrassment of these strange villagers. They took it calmly and treated them as ordinary villagers.

"Let's keep going." Su Yu Niang smiled.

They walked the last part of the way together.

At the entrance of the villa is an ancient gate with a glazed color and a row of large characters written on it in a flamboyant style.

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

[The candle is extinguished, but the burning soul and will remain]

[Life is cast into a furnace, and swords, spears, and halberds will continue to be created]

The grand vision is vividly expressed in the writing, shaking everyone's heart.

(End of this chapter)