Wang Ling's first impression of Fatty Luo was that he was lazy on the outside, gentle on the inside, observant and enthusiastic.
To be honest, Wang Ling was a little surprised to see this drawer full of crispy noodle snacks. He realized that although Fatty Luo didn't go into the chat group, he didn't receive any less information than the others; he even knew exactly what Wang Ling liked to eat. And the most important thing was that Fatty Luo was very strong.
Wang Ling had noticed this as soon as he entered the shop.
Although Fatty Luo's aura was well concealed, it still couldn't escape Wang Ling's perception.
If a true expert wanted to know the depth of another person's realm, they couldn't just release their aura. Often, when the other party's aura was concealed, it was possible to accurately determine the other party's realm and strength through perception and formula calculations.
And it was very obvious that Fatty Luo was a hidden expert …
If Dharmarajas without the godly thunder inheritance were used as a unit of measurement, Fatty Luo's strength was equivalent to that of one and a half Dharmarajas.
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Wang Ling didn't have to wait long outside the shop before Fatty Luo came out with Sheep. After a series of maintenance and repairs, Sheep's face was glowing; her pink hair was even more vibrant than before, and the two little buns in her hair were as soft and adorable as puddings. Her originally fair little face was now glowing.
"This time, I gave her a new layer of durable paint and spirit wax. She's too fast, and the materials used for the maintenance couldn't keep up with the constant consumption at her absolute speed. I believe that after this maintenance, she should last longer than before, "Luo Chuang said.
Wang Ling nodded and thanked him.
"Brother Grenade-Throwing has a card in my shop, and called me earlier to tell me that he'll pay for the maintenance. We're all brothers, and it's the first time I've met Ling Zhenren, so I'll let him off the hook. Although the raw materials for my lacquer and wax aren't cheap, it's still affordable for my brothers to use. "
Fatty Luo waved his palm-leaf fan and said with a smile, "It wasn't easy for Ling Zhenren to come here this time, so I have a request."
Tell me about it?
Wang Ling raised his eyebrows and directly spoke telepathically.
His expression was very relaxed, because he had already known that things wouldn't be so simple.
This fatty looked harmless, but his mind was quite meticulous.
An enemy like this would be quite scary.
Fatty Luo chuckled, the fat on his face wrinkling up like a meat bun. "This hardware shop has been passed down from my ancestors. In addition to running it and doing some magic artifact repair and maintenance work, Ling Zhenren should have heard that I'm also a smith." Fatty Luo laughed mischievously. Fatty Luo's eyes lit up.
Wang Ling nodded. Of course he knew of Fatty Luo's identity as a smith. Even if Grenade-Throwing hadn't told him, he could see it from the details.
Because of refining all year round, a refiner's physique was usually very strong. Although Fatty Luo had some fat on his face, under the white shirt, there were actually pieces of exquisite muscle.
Ling Z, Chuang, and Ling Zs Ling King, and Li … Ling Chen, Fatty Ling smiled., "I say, I Fatty Yang said, I said, I say, you, I said, you on, you, and., and, you on as say, Ling Ling, said, said, I said, I, I, I, of the. Chen, I, I, s Ling honest honest honest, I, I Ling, I, I, I, very, I, I honest, the.., I … had …...,.,....,.,., Ling.....
Oh … so he wanted to see Jingke …
Spirit light directly flashed in Wang Ling's hand, and then Fatty Luo saw a peach wood sword one meter and twenty centimeters long appear steadily in his hand.
Actually, letting someone see one's personal spirit sword was quite a private matter. Fatty Luo had thought that Wang Ling would refuse. After all, this was their first meeting, but Wang Ling's attitude was astonishingly straightforward.
Then, Fatty Luo stared blankly at Jingke.
He felt that he couldn't move his eyes away.
Although it was just a peach wood sword, the patterns on it were impeccably exquisite.
Fatty Luo couldn't help stretching out his hand, but before he could touch Jingke's blade, he could already feel the invisible sword qi lingering around the wooden sword.
"It has its own protective sword qi?" Fatty Luo turned pale with shock. He had come into contact with countless spirit swords, but had never seen one that could continuously produce protective sword qi without its owner's spirit energy activating it.
Could this be the legendary … Immortal! Move! Machine?!
Fatty Luo's hand paused in midair. In that moment, the fat on his face trembled, and his heart was filled with unprecedented excitement.
"Ling Zhenren, can you put the sword on the sword tray on the counter?" Fatty Luo was extremely excited as he wiped away his tears and asked Wang Ling.
Wang Ling nodded and put Jingke on the sword tray.
Fatty Luo didn't dare directly touch Jingke, which had its own protective sword qi. Instead, after Wang Ling put Jingke on the sword tray, he put down the palm-leaf fan in his hand, put on a pair of white gloves, and lit the incense burner on the side.
"The incense in this incense burner has the effect of soothing a sword spirit. It was given to me by a friend of mine, whose family makes incense for generations. His surname is Gu, and I'll introduce him to Ling Zhenren when I have the chance … In short, thank you very much for giving me this opportunity. "Fatty Luo put the lid on the incense burner and looked at Wang Ling gratefully.
Then, he stood respectfully in front of Jingke and bowed to him. "I've offended … Lord Jingke."
Wang Ling saw Fatty Luo's Adam's apple roll up and down as he slowly touched the sword.
Fatty Luo hadn't felt this way in a very long time. He had seen countless spirit swords and magic weapons in this world, but this was the first time in a hundred years that he had seen a spirit sword that had instantly stunned him with just one look.
"Good sword!" Luo Peng held Jingke in admiration. He did his best to restrain his excitement and prevent his hands from trembling too much.
Holding up his miniature magnifying glass, he looked at the sword from tip to hilt for a very long time, as if he was examining a beautiful object. After looking at it for a full five minutes, Fatty Luo put Jingke back on the sword tray and sighed deeply. "As the rumors say, Lord Jingke's sword is perfect and impeccable. There's almost no flaw to be found. If you insist on a flaw, perhaps there's a fly in the ointment … "
Wang Ling couldn't help raising his head curiously at Fatty Luo's words.
"May I ask Ling Zhenren if Lord Jingke has a scabbard?"
Fatty Luo took off his white gloves and habitually picked up his palm-leaf fan and slowly fanned himself. "The perfection of a sword isn't just in the sword itself; the scabbard is also a very important part.
"If the sword is the soul, then the scabbard is the flesh. Lord Jingke's body is constantly protected by sword qi, but without the protection of a scabbard, there will definitely be drawbacks in the future. "
Scabbard …
When Fatty Luo said this, Wang Ling already remembered everything.
Actually, when Father Wang had bought Jingke, he had a scabbard.
But at that time, his hand had been itchy, and he had directly crushed the scabbard.
So at that time, only Jingke's original body had "survived" …
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