“Whoosh whoosh…”
Several people tapped the leaves with their toes, and their bodies shuttled between the branches and leaves like green smoke, elegant like a fairy. Although Ten Thousand Years Sandalwood is just a tree, it is like a majestic mountain, and it is like a world of birds.
When Han Yu and the others came up, they were so shocked that all the birds took off. It was very lively. Walking among the branches and leaves, smelling the faint fragrance of 10,000-year-old sandalwood, the body absorbs that mysterious gas, which makes people feel very happy.
"Husband, I think this branch is very good." Shui Ling'er landed on a small branch. This branch was only the thickness of an arm, but it was enough for refining magic weapons.
Han Yu, Narcissus, and Ma Su flew over one after another.
"Ow ooh..."
The small corner was on Shui Linger's shoulder, and she stretched out her small paws to point at the branches under Shui Linger's feet. She was very excited, and she also wanted to refine her magic weapon.
This branch is slender and smooth, and it is enough to cut down and refine the magic weapon of four or five people.
"Brother Han, the three sisters-in-law, have you found something you like?" Sun Dabao flew up.
"I found it, just this one!" Han Yu pointed to the branch that Shui Linger was stepping on.
"Okay, I'll call the third grandpa to chop." Sun Dabao grinned.
"Don't bother Third Grandpa, I'll do it." Han Yu said.
"Brother Han, the ten thousand years of sandalwood is so hard that every bud is extremely hard, you are afraid that you won't be able to cut it down." Sun Dabao said.
"Really? I'll try!" Han Yu didn't believe that evil.
Shui Ling'er quietly flew away and stood beside Ma Su, Han Yu pointed to a sword and slashed it down.
"Bang!"
The sword glow shattered, leaving the branches unscathed.
The three girls and Xiaojiao were both taken aback. Han Yu's sword cut iron like mud.
"A little way!" Han Yu was not surprised but delighted.
"How is it? I'm right. In our entire Sun family, only three old grandpas can cut off this branch, and they have to use a special hatchet." Sun Dabao said proudly.
"I'll try again!" Han Yu urged the sword light again. This time, the sword light was hundreds of times stronger than the previous one. The powerful aura rushed in all directions like a tidal wave, creating quite a storm.
However, this sword still ended in failure, and the branches were not damaged.
"Little friend Han Yu, this 10,000-year-old sandalwood has been turned into a sacred tree. It can be cut off by non-ordinary means. You have to rely on this hatchet in the hand of the old man!" Sun Laoya flew up, holding an ordinary chopper in his hand. hatchet. There was a strip of cloth wrapped around the handle of the knife, and the blade had been deformed. I don’t know how many years of wood chopping was used for the hatchet, and it was close to being abandoned.
"Can this knife cut branches?" Han Yu was dumbfounded. No matter how he looked at this knife, there was no shortage of it.
Sun Laoya smiled mysteriously, flew up and raised his arm, and chopped the hatchet at the branch.
"Cha!" Very easily, all the branches were cut off.
"This?" Han Yu was stunned, and he slashed down like an ordinary tree branch. This hatchet was amazing.
"Brother Han, don't look at this hatchet, it's actually a half-sacred soldier left by a half-sage of our ancestors." Sun Dabao leaned over and whispered.
"Hi!" Han Yu gasped, he had never seen a half-holy soldier. At the same time, it also made him feel strange, how could he use a hatchet.
Sun Dabao explained: "That ancestor was a mute. He started out as a woodcutter of the Sun family. By chance, he got a mysterious inheritance, and he was a late bloomer. This woodchopping knife was the knife he used to chop wood, and it was later refined by him. The baptism of holy breath has now turned into a sharp sword."
Han Yu sighed, the breath of a saint can turn corruption into magic, and a half-sage possesses part of the breath of a saint, and can turn an ordinary hatchet into a half-sacred soldier, which shows how terrifying the real Martial Saint is.
"Senior, can you lend me a look at this hatchet?" Han Yu was a little excited, this is a semi-holy soldier.
"Next!" Sun Laoya smiled and threw the hatchet to Han Yu.
During the flight of the hatchet, a terrifying explosion sound was formed. Its speed is not fast, which shows how heavy it is.
Han Yu firmly grasped the handle of the hatchet, and was shocked when he got it. The hatchet weighed at least 100,000 kilograms.
Han Yu tried to motivate, but to no avail.
"The hatchet was sealed by that ancestor in a special way, and only the Sun family can move it!" Sun Laoya said.
Han Yu felt a little regretful, he really wanted to experience the power of the semi-holy soldiers.
Han Yu casually chopped off an arm-thin branch next to him, like chopping tofu, and the branch was easily cut off.
"Good knife!" Han Yu couldn't help but marveled. Without being urged, this hatchet is so sharp, if it is activated, its power can be imagined.
Han Yu flew over and returned the hatchet to Sun Laoya, who casually pinned the hatchet to his waist and said, "Several, let's go down and train!"
The three girls and Xiaojiao were looking forward to it abnormally. It is conceivable that the weapons made from this branch are by no means simple.
Han Yu and Sun Laoya carried a branch and flew to the ground. Sun Laoya waved the hatchet and cut the two branches into two sticks. The branches are tough, but not heavy.
Sun Laoya looked at the three daughters of Narcissus and said, "What kind of magic weapon the three of you want, the old man will make it for you."
Han Yu and the three daughters are both overjoyed. Ten thousand years of sandalwood is extraordinary. Let the three daughters make it by themselves. I don't know if it will last until the year of the monkey and the horse. .
"Excuse me, senior!" Han Yu clenched his fists and thanked him.
"A trivial matter!" Sun Laoya smiled.
"Senior, we want to refine it into a sword!" Said Narcissus, they thought about it last night.
"Ow..." Xiaojiao was not far behind.
"This little guy wants a gourd!" Han Yu laughed, only he could understand Xiaojiao's words.
"These materials can still refine two or three magic weapons, how about Han Xiaoyou also come with one?" Sun Laoya said.
"Okay, then I also want a sword!" Han Yu already has the magic weapon of his life, but the three daughters all need swords. If he comes with a sword, it can be regarded as a pair, and he will keep it as a souvenir.
Three days later, Sun Laoya handed over the weapons to Han Yu and the others, four wooden swords and a small gourd. Among them, the three wooden swords are exactly the same, all four-footed swords suitable for women, while Han Yu's is a six-footed broadsword. Born with mysterious lines, you can see that it is extraordinary at a glance.
The four weapons have already undergone material tempering and construction, and now they can be transformed into a real magic weapon as long as they are engraved with the marks of heaven and earth and warm up.
The three girls held their swords and couldn't put it down. Xiaojiao fiddled with its little gourd. This little gourd was only the size of Xiaojiao's fist and was a pocket-sized one, but Xiaojiao was extremely happy.
"Little friend Han Yu, all three of your wives use swords. If they can practice a set of combined fencing techniques, their combat effectiveness will be greatly improved. Our family happens to have a set of combined fencing techniques. People can be enemies, and little friend Han Yu is probably not an opponent." Sun Laoya said.