"Then do you want to make a few swords to play with?" Chen Tao asked.

Chu Tianjiao shook his head and said, "What I want is not a sword, but a knife."

"Knife?" Chen Tao heard a little bit of solemnity and didn't ask any more questions.

"Before the Han Dynasty, there was a kind of knives that were made forged and used when fighting against the Huns on the battlefield. This knife was a straight-edged long knife made of steel after repeated folding, forging and quenching..."

Chu Tianjiao explained to him on his own.

This type of knife was born in the Han Dynasty and was the most advanced and lethal close-fitting cold weapon in the world at that time. It was also divided into long swords and short blades.

With Uncle Lin who was traveling by Chu Tianjiao, Chen Tao felt that this trip to Quanshi must be very difficult.

The knife Chu Tianjiao wanted might be used to deal with the Song family.

Although Chen Tao's car was old, its performance was stable. After driving for four hours, Chu Tianjiao came. It was not until he was about to leave the province that the two arrived in Quan City.

Quanshi Ancient Street, and the gathering place for all the forging factories in Quanshi, there are many century-old stores, but Chu Tianjiao’s requirements are too special. After a dozen old stores, none of them can meet Chu Tianjiao’s requirements.

It was not until the corner of the street that Chu Tianjiao and Chen Tao saw an old shop that he saw a trace of hope.

The store is not large in size, and the person who looks at the store is a young man holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth and looking careless.

Out of politeness, Chen Tao stepped forward and asked, "Brother, we want to create a very unique knife. Can you please ask if you can..."

Chen Tao asked very politely, but the young man who was looking at the store was very impatient. Before Chen Tao could finish his words, he spitted on the ground.

"Did you see the sign in our store? The century-old store, my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's, are here to make iron. You want Lu Bu's Fangtian Painting Ji and Guan Gong's Qinglong Yanyue, my grandfather can forge it."

The young man said coldly.

Chu Tianjiao and Chen Tao looked at each other and came to the right place.

This young man is so arrogant, it seems that he is really capable!

Chen Tao was polite and clasped his fists again. He knew that only those who were truly capable would be arrogant. As long as this store could solve the problem and forge it according to their requirements, it would be nothing to be scolded for a few words.

"Then we want a customized version. The blade is thirty centimeters long. The shorter the handle, the shorter it is. It's better not..."

Chu Tianjiao still didn't finish his words, but was interrupted by the young man arrogantly. He even threw the dog's tail on Chen Tao's face standing next to Chu Tianjiao.

"Don't you want the most original version of the ring-headed sword at the beginning of the Western Han Dynasty? No problem."

The young man said arrogantly.

Chu Tianjiao was overjoyed and was able to tell the name of the sword. He didn't care about the arrogance of the young man at all and hurriedly said, "Then let's pay the deposit first, and send someone to get it in five days."

"You want to order, but our store doesn't want to accept it." The young man raised his eyebrows, clearly asking the lion to speak loudly.

Chu Tianjiao became interested. This young man looked in his early twenties. He didn't expect to be so experienced. He grasped his desire for a knife and deliberately said such words and could do business!

Even if the customer has a strong need, the customer can only accept it. This is his plan.

However, he made one mistake: his client is not ordinary people, but Chu Tianjiao.

There is only a knife that he can't beat, and there is no price that Chu Tianjiao can't afford!
Chapter completed!