At the same time, the purple dragon horn is even more charming with its deep purple color, while the Huai Ancestor's wood is dark brown like copper, emitting a dim reflection on the surface.
Within ten breaths, Zhang Longquan suddenly dispersed the Samadhi True Fire, and suddenly a purple light burst out from the spear. A purple dragon flew out directly from the spear and soared into the sky, but then a large number of old tree roots spread out and bound the purple dragon all over its body, dragging it back into the spear.
The dragon roared, shaking the entire blacksmith shop. The roar spread in all directions, causing many people in Qingyang City to look at each other in confusion, wondering what was going on.
Zhang Longquan put his hand to his mouth and bit it, then used the blood from his finger to smear several ancient characters on the tip and body of the gun.
Bai Ningxuan naturally couldn't understand what he wrote, but Qin Yuesheng immediately recognized it at a glance. It was the ancient Chinese Qinwen.
"Everything is broken, and the sharp edge is unstoppable." Qin Yuesheng thought to himself, wondering what Zhang Longquan meant by writing these words.
As soon as the blood appeared, it sank into the gun body in an instant. In an instant, everything returned to silence. The purple dragon and the old tree roots all returned to the gun.
Looking at the spear on the forging table with great satisfaction, Zhang Longquan smiled happily and said, "Purple dragon horn and centuries-old locust tree wood are truly rare and high-quality materials."
Qin Yuesheng was secretly surprised. When he asked Cao Zhengchun to hand over these two materials to the Qin family blacksmith shop, Qin Yuesheng did not tell him the origins of these two materials, so it was impossible for the blacksmiths in the Qin family blacksmith shop to know.
Zhang Longquan said it directly and accurately, which shows his deep experience and broad knowledge.
"Master Zhang, what a good spear, what a good spear." Wang Dachui walked to the forging table and looked at the spear with envy and joy.
The envy comes from the fact that as a blacksmith, it is a blacksmith's dream to be able to forge magical weapons.
He was happy because these two kinds of rare treasures were not wasted in his hands, but met a mentor like Zhang Longquan.
Zhang Longquan looked up at Qin Yuesheng and asked, "Little brother, what do you think?"
Qin Yuesheng nodded: "The posture of a divine weapon, the king of spears."
"Young Master!" Only then did Wang Dachui notice Qin Yuesheng's presence and hurried forward to salute.
Before, because Zhang Longquan was forging weapons, these blacksmiths, based on their professionalism, all focused on the process, wanting to learn a thing or two from Zhang Longquan's weapon-forging techniques. If they could learn something, it would be enough to support them for the rest of their lives.
It was because of this that they were so oblivious that they didn't even notice Qin Yuesheng walking in.
"Young Master... these materials are yours." Zhang Longquan asked when he heard Wang Dachui call him that.
"That's right, Senior Zhang, please help me forge weapons today. Thanks to your amazing weapon-making skills, these two materials have the opportunity to become magical weapons. I am very grateful. I don't know what Senior Zhang likes, and I want to express my gratitude." Qin Yuesheng clasped his fists and thanked him.
The person in front of him is a legendary master, so Qin Yuesheng is not at a disadvantage by calling himself a junior.
Zhang Longquan put on his clothes, picked up his spear and said, "You don't need to be so kind. I forge weapons based on my own ideas and never accept anything from others. If you don't mind, how about letting me name this spear?"
Qin Yuesheng responded: "That couldn't be better."
Zhang Longquan moved his palm, and the spear immediately began to spin rapidly in his hand. For a moment, there were bursts of dragon roars, which was a strange phenomenon.
"Purple Dragon Wood Spear." Zhang Longquan blurted out as he inserted the spear into the ground.
Qin Yuesheng was stunned for a moment, but immediately clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Okay, let's call it the Purple Dragon Fine Wood Spear."
"I've traveled the world for many years. Including the one you made today, I've forged a total of 31 weapons for others, two of which are divine weapons." Zhang Longquan stroked his beard. "I hope you can make this Purple Dragon Fine Wood Spear famous in the future, so that the world will know that my craftsmanship is still there."
"Junior please bear this in mind."
"Meeting is fate, I'm leaving now." Zhang Longquan smiled slightly and strode out of the house. He seemed to be walking very fast, but each step seemed to be carried by the wind, and in an instant he was several feet away.
Seeing that Zhang Longquan was about to disappear from his sight, Qin Yuesheng suddenly opened his mouth to speak, but then he thought of something else, so he had to suppress the thoughts in his mind and watched Zhang Longquan disappear outside the door of the blacksmith shop.
Bai Ningxuan asked, "What did you want to say to him just now?"
Qin Yuesheng shook his head and said nothing more.
Is it possible to meet a master? Qin Yuesheng naturally wants to have a "just enough" sparring match with him to see how far he can fight against a master if he goes all out, and how big the gap between the two is.
But thinking that he had never met Zhang Longquan before and that he was not a relative, the master was in a state of mood swings. Even though Zhang Longquan had been acting very kind just now, if he made such an excessive request to him and angered him, the price and consequences would be very serious.
Qin Yuesheng didn't want to see that he would have to use the Holy Wheel of Time, which had very few uses left.
Qin Yuesheng stretched out his hand to pull out the Purple Dragon Fine Wood Spear from the ground, and suddenly felt that it was a bit heavy in his hand. Although the gun body was made of the fine wood of the Huai Ancestor, it was still very heavy.
In this way, Qin Yuesheng now possessed five magic weapons, which was a big step closer to having eight arms each holding a magic weapon.
After swinging it a few times, Qin Yuesheng, feeling familiar with it, held the Purple Dragon Fine Wood Spear upside down and said to Wang Dachui, "You did a good job this time. Although this magic weapon was not forged by you, there is still a reward."
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