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23 Cold Weapons

When the car stopped at the hotel, the car was empty and there was no more bullets. Cao Chuan returned to the room to book a plane ticket and packed his things. At 10 o'clock in the evening, the passenger plane that took off from Bangkok had landed at Xiaoshan International Airport.

Back in his house in Cuiyuan Community, Cao Chuan sat on the floor, took out an M9 pistol from the box in front of him, and nodded with satisfaction. The trip was quite smooth, and he got the things and found a channel. After feeling that he was rich and easy to do, he yawned and got into bed. It was too tiring to catch the flight.

I got up in the morning and contacted Li Douzhan first. I learned that the transfer of the antique shop was in progress and the decoration was now underway, so he didn't bother me.

He turned on the computer and began to query some information about cold weapons. In his design, he just stood behind and hugged the fire, and the charge was naturally the responsibility of other warriors. Considering that too many people died, he could not create his character as Cao Zhenren, so he planned to buy some weapons and armor to increase the force value of the counterfeiters.

After writing down all the information found online, he went out to eat something, went to the dry cleaning shop to pick up clothes, and drove straight to a craft factory in the suburbs. In fact, he could order goods online, but he didn't have the time to wait, so it was convenient for him to come to pick up the goods at home.

When he arrived at the crafts factory, he said that he was from the prop company. When the manager heard this, he enthusiastically took him to the sample room to see the goods. He walked around in a square step, and Cao Chuan played one by one for a few times, and finally picked out a wide-blade Tang sword and looked carefully.

When the manager saw that the customer was interested, he quickly introduced: "Brothers have a good eye. The style of this knife is improved, one centimeter wider than an ordinary Tang sword, and looks more powerful. This knife is made of chrome steel, with good toughness and no maintenance is required. Your company buys a batch to go back. If you use this costume drama before the Republic of China, you will use this one."

Cao Chuan was quite satisfied. In the past, he used to use the kind of arc-shaped scimitar on the set, made of plastic, and he shook it back and forth, just like that job. This knife is much more powerful, with a straight body, a foot smaller hilt, and a handle with both hands, with a center of gravity at the front of the knife, and it feels smooth to swing.

Cao Chuan nodded and asked, "How much is it? Twenty of them are first, and one batch is needed if you use them well."

When the manager heard this, he quickly replied, "If you want to wholesale, 555, brother. My knife is of no problem. The thinner steel bars are broken with just one knife. If you don't believe it, let's go out and cut a few pieces now, and you will be satisfied."

Cao Chuan refused to comment and continued wandering around the showroom. He looked at a classic short-blade Tang sword that was more than two feet long: "Where is this?"

"The short blade is more expensive, and if it is wholesale, it is 700 yuan."

Cao Chuan had not countered, and he had to buy twenty knives of each type. After collecting the money, the manager went to prepare the goods. After a while, the goods were loaded into the car. Cao Chuan wanted to get a business card and left.

The next stop is to buy anti-sting suits, and the attack and suffering must be balanced. Originally, he was stupid enough to buy some armor, but after searching online, he found that he was really out of date, so he changed his target to anti-sting suits.

According to the address saved on the phone, I drove all the way to find a company called Hongtai in the city. Netizens commented that the company's goods were of good quality. It was still the same procedure. I went to the sample room to check the goods first. After the manager learned that the boss who drove the Land Rover was from the demolition company, he took out three weapons without saying a word and asked Cao Chuan to test it himself.

The three grades of weapons are tested separately. Facts have proved that the anti-sting suits that can block adult men from stabbing them with all their strength are all grades of more than 2,000 yuan. The ones of three or five hundred can only guard against the first two weapons, and kneel down when they encounter a triangular sting.

The manager had known the test results for a long time. When he saw the customer stopping in front of the most expensive set, he quickly recommended it hard: "I know very well in the demolition industry. I often suddenly get thorns from some people. Half of the steel bars are actually not much different from the triangular thorns. Brother, I said, if you have money, you will have to spend your life? My set is the highest-end liquid anti-thorn suit. You have just tried the effect. The wholesale price is 2,800 yuan. How about you? Brother, please make sure you can dismantle it safely?"

What else can Cao Chuan say? Twenty sets of payment are paid on the spot, all the accessories are added, and no one can be missing, but the helmet is a bit rough. Cao Chuan didn't dare to ask for that kind of glass mask, so he chose a desert paint, which looks yellow and inconspicuous.

I still want a business card, and I still stuff the goods into an empty car.

The next morning, Cao Zhenren, wearing a plain Taoist robe, appeared in a small bamboo house four hundred years ago.

The old rules were used to mess up the bed and walk out. Not long after, Cao Chuan was discussing with several leaders about the specific implementation plan of the Baijiazhuang battle.

This time, Mr. Chen replaced Lin Sandang's house to attend the meeting, who took shifts at the foot of the mountain. Because he had to wait for news from Cao Chuan, Pingfeng Village took the initiative to shrink strategically these days. After learning that the teacher had successfully invited magic weapons from his master's sect, Zhou Tong and his friends were also excited.

Cao Chuan took out both the stabbing suit and the Tang sword, first used the broken machete in the village to test the clothes, and then he directed Chen Huoding to use the cooked iron knife and the wide-blade Tang sword to cut each other...

Looking at the cracked iron knife broken into two pieces on the ground, Cao Chuan waved his hand to pause, stopping the amazement, praise, and inquiries that would inevitably appear next. He was really bored with this set and had to worry about making up stories every time. Finally, he left a cool sentence: "Well, this knife is used for killing pigs in Xi Kunlun. The armor is soft hedgehog armor. I can choose some people to practice it and use it for rushing to the formation."

Mr. Chen excitedly waved the Tang Dao: "I can't blame the gentleman for eating a good skin. This fairy pig is really thick in skin. It takes such a good knife to slaughter it."

Cao Chuan: "..."

Zhou Tong was not too attached to these sword armors. After a while of silence, he tactfully stated that it was not that we were greedy for life and fear of death. If these powerful weapons were not enough to capture Baizhuang, Cao Chuan sighed and said, "I wanted to practice it tomorrow. It's better to find a place to be more purified and spacious, so don't have any idle people waiting for it."

......

The Tianmu Mountains have a magnificent scenery, with green peaks, lush ancient trees, dangerous rocks and rocks, beautiful springs and waterfalls, lush trees, green bamboos, strange peaks and clouds, cliffs, gurgling water passing through the stream, and smoke and white mist linger on the peak, like poetry and painting, beautiful.

A winding team walked among the mountains. The team starting from Pingfeng Village looked like a green insect walking through the mountains from a distance.

On the 25th day of the third lunar month of the seventh year of the Ming Dynasty, Cao Chuan finally walked out of the mountains and started his own adventure more than a month after he first arrived in Guidi.
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