Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Qin Hanyue took out a blueprint and said, "Ninth Elder, please help me make this sleeve arrow."

This drawing was given to her by her stepmother Lei Jiaoer.

She was very unhappy about Lei Jiao'er being her stepmother, but when she went to visit her father today, she saw that his face had become a lot rounder, so she guessed that he was living a good life.

Moreover, Lei Jiao'er also gave her the blueprint of this mid-grade spiritual weapon. Her mind was no longer on Qin Tian. After getting the blueprint, she hurried back to find Qin Zhengjiao.

Qin Zhengjiao took the drawing and took a look.

A mid-grade spiritual weapon, ha.

It's not worth a second glance for a quasi-weapon casting grandmaster like him.

He is not the only weaponsmith in the Qin family, she can find someone else.

He said, "There are other forgers on duty in the ironworks today. Go find them."

Qin Hanyue frowned: "Ninth Elder, your craftsmanship is the best. I only want the ones you forged."

Qin Zheng was very anxious.

It's just a small mid-grade spiritual weapon, why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken?

I'm not a laborer hired by you, Qin Hanyue.

Moreover, when he asked him to do something, he didn't say "you", "please" or "thank you". He really didn't want to deal with such a arrogant young man.

Qin Zhengjiao was too lazy to waste time with her and waved his hand: "I have something to do today, you find someone else."

Qin Hanyue was angry.

She is now a Black Phoenix contractor. This old man doesn't take her seriously. Doesn't he want his own future?

Okay, she needs help from others, so just be patient for now.

"Ninth Elder, this is just a small gift, not a token of respect." She gritted her teeth, took out three silver coins, and stuffed them into Qin Zhengjiao's hand.

She had saved up these three silver coins for a long time. The toolsmith was short of money because he needed to buy various materials. She was confident that this would surely impress Qin Zhengjiao.

Qin Zhengjiao looked at the three shabby silver coins in his hand and felt a little angry.

Sending beggars away!

These days, the scraps that Qin Youyou left in the blacksmith shop are worth three gold coins.

Does Qin Zhengjiao need these three silver coins?

After stuffing the silver coin back into Qin Hanyue's hand, Qin Zhengjiao stopped talking and said, "Miss Hanyue, I really have something urgent to do. Bye."

Qin Hanyue looked at his wind-like back and secretly clenched the drawings in her hand.

Row.

Everyone in the world is vulgar.

Don't blame him. The only thing to blame is that his father became a son-in-law and he didn't have control of the Qin family's power.

She will come again tomorrow.

Qin Zhengjiao came to the gate of Qin Youyou's courtyard with the treasures he had worked so hard to save.

Qin Xiaorong was standing guard at the gate, extremely surprised: "Ninth Elder, why are you here?"

This person is an elder-level figure. Normally, they have no say in him. Now he has condescended to come to their courtyard. It's really magical.

Qin Zhengjiao looked past the gate and saw Qin Youyou lazily eating an apple in the yard, and he was delighted.

"Youyou, I'm here to visit."

Qin Youyou heard the sound and sat up.

After spending these days together, Qin Youyou also discovered that this old man was an artifact maniac but not a bad person, so the two of them got along quite harmoniously.

There is just one strange thing: he always wants her to be his disciple.

She has no spiritual roots, so she really doesn't know what he sees in her.

It's not that she wasn't tempted. After Qin Zhengjiao first proposed to take him in as a disciple, she came back and went to Qin Xiaorong to get the relevant information.

Not everyone can be a weaponsmith.

Not only does one need spiritual roots, but also strong mental strength. If one can control one or two kinds of strange fire, then he or she will be an excellent candidate for casting weapons.

She forged the iron by hammering it out with brute force.

The toolsmiths in this world forge iron like they paint, drawing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the molten ore, and then using their mental power to guide it and help shape the tool.

He is so much more classy than her.

Therefore, Qin Youyou did not understand why Qin Zhengjiao was so persistent in accepting her as his disciple.

Looking at the skinny old man's face full of flattery, Qin Youyou thought to herself, oh no, it's happening again.

Guests are welcome, and we can’t just chase them away.

"Ninth Elder, distinguished guest, please come in and have a drink."

Qin Jiyu and Manager Peng were counting accounts in the inner room. When they heard the noise, they came out.

Wei Jin was busy in the small kitchen. She tied Tutu up and stuffed him into the big pot for cooking rice. She covered it with a lid and lit a fire.

When he heard someone outside calling his daughter's name, he wiped his saliva away and ran out like the wind.

Qin Zhengjiao felt a little nervous when so many people came out at once.

Why are you staring at him like that? He's not a human trafficker!

"Eat an apple." Qin Youyou seemed quite relaxed. She washed an apple and handed it to Qin Zhengjiao.

Qin Zhengjiao waved his hand to refuse. Although his strength was not high, he was at least a junior war master and had practiced fasting for a long time.

He then took out the treasure he had prepared for a long time: "Youyou, don't you want to see my work? I brought it."

"Oh?"

Qin Youyou was very interested. After coming to the alien continent, she had never seen the treasures of this world.

Although she has no spiritual power and cannot use these treasures, it is good to be able to feast her eyes on them.

Qin Zhengjiao first took out a large knife that gleamed with cold light.

The knife was at least 1.5 meters long, and the blade seemed to be flowing with lightning. One could tell at a glance that it could cut through iron like mud.

"Wow!" Qin Youyou's eyes widened.

This is indeed incomparable to the cold weapons on Earth.

Qin Zhengjiao was very proud of himself. "This is a top-grade spiritual weapon-level Broken Moon Sword that I spent five days forging. A powerful person once offered three thousand gold coins to buy it, but I refused."

Qin Youyou gave a thumbs up: "Awesome!"

Qin Jiyu nodded slightly. It was indeed a good item. If his dantian had not been destroyed, this knife would be just right for him.

Qin Xiaorong was full of envy. He now had fifty gold coins in his hand. If he sharpened his knife every day, he would earn one more gold coin. It would take him another 2,950 days to save up three thousand gold coins.

Less than ten years.

The future is promising.

Wei Jin looked at the knife, curled his lips, and felt nothing.

In the past, Shopkeeper Peng would have certainly coveted this big knife. He also had two top-grade spiritual weapons in his hands, but who would complain about having too many top-grade spiritual weapons?

But now, after seeing the rusty sickle, he had a higher standard, and top-grade spiritual weapons seemed shabby to him.

He looked at Qin Youyou's sparkling eyes and face full of longing, and sighed, "Miss Qin Er is really a talented actress."

He clearly had such an awesome treasure in his hand, yet he still praised such a humble broadsword. He really admired him.

This sword is Qin Zhengjiao's proud work. Although it has won the admiration of several younger people, he keenly feels that Shopkeeper Peng seems to be dismissive of this precious sword?

Qin Zhengjiao had dinner at Zuishenlou a month ago, so he naturally knew Manager Peng. The fat man had a fake smile on his face and was very smooth-talking, but he accidentally revealed his true reaction at that moment.

I feel uncomfortable.

He already knew that Shopkeeper Peng had a strong background and was definitely knowledgeable.

How could you bear that such a masterpiece didn't get the favor of Shopkeeper Peng?

In Fengyu Country, there won't be a better weaponsmith than him! No matter how high this fat guy's standards are, how high can they be?

The competitive spirit burned brightly.

Another bracelet was revealed.