Chapter 528 Touching a Hammer

"No way, so psychic weapons are so scarce?" Fang Ye smiled embarrassedly, "No wonder the team leader treats it like a treasure and won't let me touch it."

Lao Lu laughed, "That's nonsense, you're just a trainee investigator, you don't have the qualifications to touch the Demon-Destroying Crossbow, not even the Magic-Destroying Crossbow!"

"What about you, Lao Lu?"

"I'm just touching a hammer too!" Lao Lu laughed at himself, "I've joined the Fei Diao Society for seven or eight years, so I'm considered an old man. Now I've only been given a Zhan Ye, which is far from the Magic-Destroying Crossbow." "

What is a Zhan Ye, can you let me see it?" Fang Ye said curiously.

"This is it." Lao Lu patted his waist, and saw a silver short sword hanging on it. The cowhide scabbard was only two feet long. There was a black six-star engraved on the hilt, which was obviously the emblem of the Feidiao Society.

"Is there anything special about this sword?" Fang Ye had a good habit of asking when he didn't understand.

"In addition to being much sharper than ordinary swords, it can barely be considered a half-psychic weapon." Lao Lu said, "It is forged from rare meteorite gold. Because of the special material, it can withstand a small amount of spiritual energy infusion, which can increase the destructive power to a terrifying level in a short time. Of course, it is still far inferior to real spiritual weapons, and it is extremely easy to wear out. A Zhan Ye can only be infused nine times at most."

Fang Ye blinked and asked, "Then can I touch it?"

"Of course not. It will be almost the same after you become a regular employee." Lao Lu said with some pride, "After becoming an investigator, as long as you successfully handle a D-level incident or six E-level incidents, you can basically get a Zhan Ye. Come on, kid. Normally, three years should be enough. Of course, the premise is that you are not dead!"

Fang Ye: ...

While walking, Lao Lu suddenly slapped his thigh: "Oh no, it's over now!"

Fang Ye was confused: "What happened?"

Lao Lu said with a look of regret: "I didn't prepare enough. The dark chocolate was eaten up."

"..." Fang Ye thought something big had happened, and immediately said speechlessly, "What should I do?"

"It's okay. I also brought the most famous wind-dried beef in Inner Mongolia. It tastes very chewy. Do you want to try it?"

"...Then have some."

"Okay!" Lao Lu unzipped his backpack, took out a big bag of beef jerky, and stuffed it into Fang Ye's hand. It looked like it weighed at least one or two kilograms!

Fang Ye didn't know whether to laugh or cry. How come Lao Lu's nature of eating is exactly the same as that guy Miller?

The only difference is that he maintains a better figure, at least he doesn't look so round.

Yang Lang, who was walking in the front, actually knew everything the two did, but he knew Lao Lu's character, so he didn't say much. After all, this place was still some distance from the destination, so there shouldn't be any danger.

"Brother Fang, I've met many novice investigators over the years, and you are definitely the one that suits my taste the most. You're not pretentious or artificial, and I like you very much!" Lao Lu said as he stuffed beef strips into his mouth, "Try not to be too far away from me later, it will be safer. As an investigator, it is also important to protect yourself."

"No way, psychic weapons are so scarce?" Fang Ye smiled awkwardly, "No wonder the team leader treats them like treasures and won't let me touch them."

Lao Lu laughed and said, "Isn't that nonsense? You're just a trainee investigator. You don't have the qualifications to touch the Demon-Extermination Crossbow, not even the Demon-Breaking Crossbow!"

"What about you, Lao Lu?"

"I'm just a hammer!" Lao Lu laughed at himself. "I've been a member of the Fei Diao Society for seven or eight years. I'm considered an old man. Now I've only been given a Zhan Ye, which is still far from the Devil-Breaking Crossbow."

"What is a Zhan Ye? Can you let me see it?" Fang Ye asked curiously.

"This is it." Lao Lu patted his waist and saw a silver short sword hanging on it. The cowhide scabbard was only two feet long. There was a black six-star engraved on the hilt, which was obviously the emblem of the Fei Diao Society.

"Is there anything special about this sword?" It was Fang Ye's good habit to ask when he didn't understand.

"Besides being much sharper than ordinary swords, it can barely be considered a half-psychic weapon." Lao Lu said, "It is forged from rare meteorite. Due to the special material, it can withstand a small amount of spiritual energy infusion, which increases the destructive power to a terrifying level in a short period of time. Of course, it is still far inferior to a real psychic weapon, and it is very easy to wear out. A Zhan Ye can only be infused nine times at most."

Fang Ye blinked and asked, "Then can I touch it?"

"Of course not. It will be almost the same after you become a regular employee." Lao Lu said with some pride, "After becoming an investigator, as long as you successfully handle a D-level incident or six E-level incidents, you can basically get a Zhan Ye. Come on, kid. Normally, three years should be enough. Of course, the premise is that you are not dead!"

Fang Ye: ...

While walking, Lao Lu suddenly slapped his thigh: "Oh no, it's over now!"

Fang Ye was confused: "What happened?"

Lao Lu said with a look of regret: "I didn't prepare enough. The dark chocolate was eaten up."

"..." Fang Ye thought something big had happened, and immediately said speechlessly, "What should I do?"

"It's okay. I also brought the most famous wind-dried beef in Inner Mongolia. It tastes very chewy. Do you want to try it?"

"...Then have some."

"Okay!" Lao Lu unzipped his backpack, took out a big bag of beef jerky, and stuffed it into Fang Ye's hand. It looked like it weighed at least one or two kilograms!

Fang Ye didn't know whether to laugh or cry. How come Lao Lu's nature of eating is exactly the same as that guy Miller?

The only difference is that he maintains a better figure, at least he doesn't look so round.

Yang Lang, who was walking in the front, actually knew everything the two did, but he knew Lao Lu's character, so he didn't say much. After all, this place was still some distance from the destination, and there shouldn't be any danger.

"Brother Fang, I have met many novice investigators in recent years, and you are definitely the one that suits my taste the most. You are not pretentious or artificial, and I like you very much!" Lao Lu said as he stuffed beef strips into his mouth, "Try not to stay too far away from me later. It will be safer. As an investigator, it is also important to protect yourself."