The forging time was four hours.

There was a popular urban legend among the Divine Inquisitors: Mikazuki Munechika and Komusubi were both rare swordsmen of the Three Swords Sect.

It was difficult to obtain the other One Vibration after obtaining the other One Vibration. It often made some Divine Inquisitors not know whether they were Ou Fei or Ou Fei.

Of course, whether it was Komusubi or Azin He Zhishan's Mikazuki Munechika,

As the neighbors of the limited map boss points, it was very difficult to obtain.

"Divine Inquisitor, please speed up!" Fox's Assistance couldn't wait to suggest.

Every time he saw the Divine Inquisitor forging the sword, his heart would beat faster.

European spies … That's great!

Yougir looked at the unformed blade under the burning flames in the forging furnace.

He nodded.

"Hahaha, after a thousand years of silence, has it finally been summoned?"

The Tachi walked out from the center of the light and cherry blossoms elegantly.

The luxurious dark blue hunting clothes were embroidered with silver patterns and crescent moon patterns. The ends of his hair and the corners of his clothes were decorated with golden tassels. They swayed gently with his steps, just like the nobles of Pingan City from a thousand years ago.

The most beautiful Tachi officially appointed by the authorities was the object of almost all the Divine Inquisitors' yearning and pursuit.

One of the five swords of the world — Mikazuki Munechika.

The beautiful Death God Fu's deep eyes were filled with wisdom and tolerance that had settled down over the years.

"Hahahaha.

I'll come closer.

Are you okay? "Mikazuki Munechika said as he walked to Yougir's side and squatted down.

"I can't see through the main hall." He raised his head, and the crescent moon in his eyes became thinner.

It was as if he was smiling.

Yougir imitated Kouei's action just now and touched Mikazuki Munechika's head.

"But I see through you!"

"Hahahaha, this is the first time I've been touched on the head.

This feels good, very good. "Mikazuki Munechika held Yougir's hand.

He pressed it on his face.

He narrowed his eyes with a look of enjoyment. "Well, is this the so-called skin contact?"

"Hammer you to death, you perverted old man!"

Mikazuki Munechika held his head in his hands. "Tsurimaru, and Fox's Assistance … Why are you two so hot-tempered?

Come, take a deep breath with me, relax, and remember that the main palace is still here. "

"You still have the nerve to say that Lord Divine Inquisitor is here?

He didn't even introduce himself. That's too unruly. "Fox's Assistance, who had become Gilgamesh's biggest fan.

The silver-haired, golden-eyed Fu Mourning God nodded furiously.

Out of all the people in Koromoto Maru, the one with the least qualifications to say the words "follow the rules" is you, Kouetsumaru Kouetsumaru!

Could it be that the name Troublemaker Crane came out of nowhere?

"Eh?

I thought the main hall already knew me well. "Mikazuki Munechika stood up and straightened his sleeves." My name is Mikazuki Munechika.

Oh, as one of the Five Swords of the World, it was also known as the most beautiful sword.

I was born at the end of the 11th century, which means I'm an old man, hahaha. "

Tsurimaru put his head between Yougir and Mikazuki Munechika and emphasized: "I'm also a sword of the Heian era, and I'm considered an elder in Honmaru's Fu Mourning God."

Yougir felt that he should respond politely: "I'm Gilgamesh, born around 3000 BC.

There shouldn't be anyone older than me in this Honmaru. "

Mikazuki Munechika's demonic laughter stopped, and Tsurimaru Kunoichi opened his eyes wide in disbelief. They both patted their chests at the same time: "That really scared me."

"That's great!

Honmaru will be lively soon. "Yougir looked at the two Heian old swords and smiled.

"Do you want to continue forging new swords?

The main hall. "Tsurimaru Kunoichi was eager to try:" Can I do it? "

Because the source of Reiki was the same, the Fu Mourning God could also help the God Inquisitor forge swords.

Since they were both Fu Mourning God, it was much easier to communicate with each other.

Many of the Divine Inquisitors had raised one or two extremely lucky Death Gods in their Primordial Pills, which could be considered another kind of luck.

Toshiki Sadamune and Tsurimaru Kunoichi were widely respected because they often helped the God Inquisitors forge rare swords and limited swords.

"Yes, go ahead."

After Yougir nodded in agreement, Tsurimaru Kunoichi patted his chest and promised: "I'll definitely forge a unique sword for you."

As the resources were thrown into the furnace, the forging time was displayed.

Mikazuki Munechika, who was standing behind Yougir, laughed again: "Yes, it's indeed unique."

"Probably the luck in the furnace is used up, next time I'll forge a rare sword to surprise the main hall."

Tsurimaru Kunoichi, who was boasting just now, secretly glanced at Yougir to see if he was disappointed.

Yougir comforted him: "I'm not that obsessed with rare swords, in my eyes, all of you are the same."

This was not a lie to make Tsurimaru Kunoichi happy. No matter what age Gilgamesh was, he would think so.

Wang Cai had many relics that were much rarer and more precious than the Five Swords of the World. In Gilgamesh's eyes, there was not much difference between the Five Flower and the One Flower.

For a tycoon who had all the wealth and treasures in the world in his hands, the difference between 100 yuan and 10,000 yuan was almost negligible.

However, there were also differences. These collectibles would become pets and loyal subordinates that helped the master pass the boring time. They would fight for the master's affection, sacrifice their blood and life for the master, and occasionally, they would even send an admission ticket for the master to watch interesting movies and programs.

In the end, it all depended on who had the ability to please the master, just like the adult Gilgamesh currently preferred to spend time with Smiling Qing River and Toru Washuka.

"But the forging time of this Vibration Sword is longer than the Mikazuki Munechika. Isn't it a rare sword?" Yougir looked at the countdown on the display screen. There were still 4 hours and 57 minutes to the delivery time.

A five-hour sword. Judging from the Four Flower and Mikazuki Munechika of the Five Flower, the longer the forging time, the rarer the sword.

Mikazuki Munechika explained: "Hahaha, because different types of swords can't be compared, this is the Bishiki Sword.

Yes, it should be the Sanjō Sword Sect's Rock Melt.

So far, it's the only One Vibration Bishiki Sword, so it's unique. "

"So it's from the same sword sect. That's even better, I can reunite with my family."

Mikazuki Munechika, who had regained his vitality, jumped to Yougir's side, blinked his golden eyes, and talked about the secrets of the Sword and Fu Mourning God: "Not every sword sect has a close relationship like the Awada Kou. Horikawa Kunihiro prefers to be with Kazumi Mamoru, and the fake Toru Washuka spoke of is his big brother Chōzumi Toru …"

"Hahaha, that's right.

But Horikawa Suka doesn't really hate Chōzumi. Before he knew he was a fake, he worshipped him.

His current state, hmm, is probably the so-called turning from a fan to an anti-fan? "

The old grandpa Mikazuki Munechika, who had seen through everything, shook his wide kimono and chuckled: "As for our Sanjō Sword Sect, well, we naturally have our own way of getting along with each other."

Yougir touched his chin to express his understanding: "So that's how it is. Then who is the Fu Mourning God who has a good relationship with Mikazuki Munechika?"

Fox's Assistance, who had been in the background all this time, rushed to answer: "Mikazuki Munechika and Kunihi Koumaru are very amiable Fu Mourning God. Their personalities don't conflict with anyone.

Even the most troublesome social communication group for the Divine Inquisitor, Yamamochi Kokuhiro and Daikurigara can communicate with each other.

It can be said that they are the rare, beautiful, powerful, and gentle Fu Mourning God. "

"Hahaha, Kokuhiro that child is actually very cute."

"Oh!

Kokuhiro is just a tsundere!

I will help the Divine Inquisitor deal with him. "

Fox's Assistance tried hard to hold back. Yamamochi Kokuhiro had just confessed to the Divine Inquisitor not long ago.

Although Daikurigara hadn't come yet, it firmly believed that no matter what state Gilgamesh was in, he wouldn't need their help.

When the team came back, they would definitely give this crane a big scare.

"Ah, it was so nice talking with you guys. I almost forgot." Yougir took out a speed talisman and saved the process of forging the katana.

"My lord is really small compared to me. I almost couldn't find you."

Bisato, who was wearing a monk's robe, was tall and big. He showed a mouth full of shark teeth and introduced himself boldly: "Gahahahaha!

I am Yan Rong!

I am the Bisato who collected 999 swords together with Musashi Shoku Kei!

Ordinary people can't wield me!

My lord, please let me enjoy the joy of battle! "

"Although I am small now, I am Gilgamesh who will grow up in a few days.

I can wield both the Bisato and the Odachi, just you wait! "Yougir raised his small fist and bumped it against Yan Rong's palm.

After forging the three strike swords, Yougir decided to stop for a while.

There was still some time before dinner, and many new companions would be coming soon. He also needed to buy some daily necessities, and Manya was the most convenient choice.

For the safety of the Divine Inquisitors, the new Fu Mourning God naturally accompanied Yougir.

"Hahaha, old people need to walk often to exercise their muscles."

It was from Mikazuki Munechika, who changed into an old man's one-piece sweater. His outer clothes were very different from his inner clothes.

"Manya!

You can scare people, right? "It was from Tsurimaru Kuniei, who couldn't wait to cause trouble.

"Yo!

Going to hunt the enemy. "

Seeing Yougir's hesitant eyes, Yan Rong hurriedly changed his words: "No, I mean, leave the work of carrying the items to me."

Is it really okay to bring them there?

As the Government of the Hour's standard construction, Manya was the only place where the Divine Inquisitors could purchase items. In order to meet the increasing material needs of the Divine Inquisitors, Manya had expanded from a shop to an entire street.

Many Divine Inquisitors came to Manya, and most of them carried rare swords to show their status and bloodline.

As soon as Yougir and his group appeared, they immediately became the focus of the entire street.

Before the Divine Inquisitors, Mikazuki Munechika and Tsurimaru Kuniei were always at the top of the list. Even the beautiful young man Yougir had the magical power to turn people into shotaikons.

As more and more humans and Fu Mourning God gathered around Yougir, Mikazuki Munechika and Tsurimaru Kuniei carefully guarded beside the Divine Inquisitors to prevent others from bumping into Yougir. The little young man was a little distressed, he couldn't see the goods at all.

At this moment, a pair of strong arms lifted him up: "My lord, sit on my shoulders!

It's okay, I always take care of the short swords like this. "

Yan Rong laughed heartily, then roared: "Hahahaha, which one of you will be my first prey?"

Yan Rong, who had hunted 999 swords, had an intimidating aura, and the crowd immediately loosened up.

Sitting on the broad shoulders of the two-meter tall Bisento, the view was very wide, and the goods on display in the shop could be seen at a glance.

You see, even if it's not a rare sword, it's still very useful at a critical moment, isn't it?

They walked around the entire street, tasted a lot of delicious snacks, and finally bought new clothes and gifts, two big boxes of sushi, candy, and all kinds of other things. When Yougir brought the Fu Mourning God back to Honmaru, he heard the noise at the entrance of the atrium.