Overriding the Heaven Chapter 39: Easy shape inscription
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Chapter Thirty-Nine Inscriptions on Changing Shapes
"Really?" Chu Yan frowned. The next moment, he pulled his neck and shouted: "Help!"
After yelling, I listened carefully. As expected, there was no movement and no one came over.
The next moment, Lin Liqiang was surprised to see that Chu Yan's face did not show the panic and fear he expected, but a look of surprise: "Really no one is here!"
"It seems that you really don't listen to the advice. In this case, I will teach you a good meal, so as not to dirty Young Master Lin Ao's hands." After returning to his senses, Lin Liqiang grinned again and again from behind. Take off a shield the size of a washbasin and stand in front of you, "With me, the fourth rank of the soil cracking shield, I see how you pass my level."
"The shield of the fourth rank sharp weapon?" Chu Yan glanced at the shield, his eyes lit up, and he weighed the silver scale gun in his hand. Suddenly, like a cannonball, he rushed towards the opponent, and the silver scale gun pointed directly at the other side. The opponent swept across.
"Ha! It's useless! I've inquired clearly before, the silver scale gun in your hand is also a third-rank weapon, weighing no more than two hundred catties, and my cracked earth shield is engraved with a force-reducing inscription, at least It can withstand six hundred catties!"
Lin Liqiang's voice was swallowed by the billowing waves caused by the sweep of the spear before he finished speaking.
In an instant, Lin Liqiang had a feeling that what swept through at this moment was not the silver scale spear of the third rank weapon, but a wild beast running wild, a fierce storm.
Subconsciously, he raised the Sundering Shield to block him.
Boom!
A loud noise, like a rolling thunder hit the ground.
On the surface of the cracked soil shield, a flash of light flashed, and the next moment it exploded to pieces.
The huge impact from the explosion blasted Lin Liqiang away.
His arms are crackling, broken every inch, all internal organs, are all shocked, and with a pop in his mouth, he spit out a large mouthful of blood, like a meteor, flying out seven or eight feet, smashing a wall next to it. Wearing it, the whole person got in at once, and there was no more movement, only a pair of legs hung on the hole in the wall, shaking and shaking.
"Is this still blocking my way?" Chu Yan sneered, no longer looking at the other party, and went straight out of the Lin family.
"The effect of the heavy weapon inscription is really obvious. The previous silver scale gun's power of two hundred catties, coupled with the power of my swing, is at most one thousand catties. If it is blocked by the cracking shield, the rest For Lin Liqiang, there is no effect at all. Now with the inscription on the heavy weapon, the weight of the silver scale gun is equal to four hundred catties. I wave it again, at least it can With a force of more than two thousand catties, there will be ghosts that can be blocked by the Ripper Shield."
While Chu Yan was thinking in his heart, he kept under his feet. After a while, he moved away from Lin's house and came to a remote alley.
Seeing that there was no one around, Chu Yan put the silver scale gun into the echo ring.
Just seeing Lin Liqiang's Earth Ripping Shield, he suddenly remembered that he still had the three-rank sharp weapon and double knives he had obtained from the servants of the Ye family in his hand. At this moment, he planned to take this opportunity to sell it in exchange for spiritual money.
As for the other four-rank sharp weapon, Chu Yan didn't plan to sell it anymore, and was going to keep it for his own use after the inscription was engraved on it.
After taking out the pair of knives, Chu Yan took out an inscription on his face and printed it on his face.
After a while, Chu Yan felt the muscles on his face tighten slightly, and then relaxed again.
When he picked up a knife and used the blade as a mirror to look at it, Chu Yan found that what was reflected on the knife was an unfamiliar face with a long and narrow face, triangular eyes and fat lips, and Chu Yan himself The appearance is completely different.
"The effect is good." Chu Yan nodded in satisfaction.
There is no specific time limit for the effect of the Yixing inscription. When the user does not want to use it anymore, he only needs to vigorously rub a few special parts of his face to restore the original appearance.
These special parts are only known to those who have carved inscriptions on the shape-changing inscriptions, so Chu Yan doesn't have to worry about being seen through.
With this unfamiliar face, Chu Yan swayed and walked to the Changqing Town Business District that he had visited yesterday.
After observing for a while, he turned into a small shop in a relatively off-site location.
Seeing that the guy in the shop was taking a nap, Chu Yan walked directly over, slapped the table in front of him, and said with a rough voice: "Hey! Man, you don't have any sharp weapons!"
The guy was disturbed by Qingmeng, and he was upset, but when the customer came to the door, he could only greet him with a smile, especially when the customer looked very uncomfortable.
"Received, why not, what kind of weapon do you want to sell as a guest?" The guy asked quickly.
Chu Yan deliberately looked around and made sure that there was no one. Then he took the double knives out of his arms and patted them in front of him: "This weapon, I will sell it for six hundred lings!"
The guy looked around and smiled suddenly: "Guest, you are a third-class weapon, and it has been worn out. I can't sell the six hundred fortunes, so I will accept the one hundred and fifty fortunes."
"One hundred and fifty souls? You lied to me and don’t know anything! This is a third-grade weapon! You don’t pay for it, I’ll go to other shops!" Chu Yan scolded, grabbed the double knives, and turned around to leave. .
Finally, the business came to the door. Of course, it was impossible for the dude to just leave without saying anything.
He hurried forward with a stride, grabbed Chu Yan, and laughed with him: "Guests, don’t worry, sit down for a while, I will pour you a cup of tea, and then ask our shopkeeper to come out and talk to you. Like?"
"It's pretty much the same." Chu Yan's eyes rolled, and he sat aside, "I'm telling you, I won't sell it for six hundred lings, even if I miss one!"
"Yes, yes." The guy comforted him, turned around and curled his lips, and walked into the back hall.
After a while, the shopkeeper who appeared to be in his forties came out, looked at the pair of knives first, and then smiled: "Guest, the origin of your sharp weapon, I'm afraid it's not so clean."
Chu Yan suddenly turned his face and snarled his neck and roared: "It's off, what's your business! I just saw it on the side of the road, and then I picked it up! Do you want it or not? I will leave. !"
"Guests, stay safe and restless." The shopkeeper laughed: "This pair of knives is actually not worth six hundred lings, so let me offer two hundred lings. I will never ask you the origin of this pair of knives. , If someone asks, no one in the store will come to sell these three products today. What do you think of the customers?"
"Really won't tell anyone else?" Chu Yan showed hesitation.
"Not only won't talk about it, if you pick up any sharp tools from the customer in the future, you can bring it to the store to ensure that the price is fair, and more importantly, safety." The shopkeeper said with a smile.
"Let's do it, I will suffer a little loss, two hundred is two hundred." Chu Yan gritted his teeth.
"Okay." The shopkeeper told his buddy to pick up the money, and he sat down and chatted with Chu Yan for a while.
The shopkeeper is also in a very good mood at the moment. His shop is located in a remote area and the business is not very good. The pair of knives recovered today is a third-grade weapon. After polishing it, you can sell at least four or five hundred lings. When the price is turned around, he has made more than double the money, how could he be in a bad mood.