The remaining reds of the sunset scattered all over the forest, the foothills, the breeze blows by, and among the swaying leaves, the chirping of summer cicadas is particularly noisy.

The villages in the green fields, the small courtyards with single-family houses, the sound of irons and people shouting, the nearby courtyard was relatively quiet, and the apprentices were busy up and down, transporting the strange weapons piled up under the walls to a nearby warehouse, going in and out, and looking busy.

Under the eaves was a man of three or five thick, and he drank a sip of wine into his mouth. He watched the apprentices come and go from front of him. Most of the weapons in their hands were pictures he found on the Internet, and he had figured them out for a while and created them.

This was also what the big buyer specifically told during that period. After all, the two of them had worked together for so long and didn't even need a deposit, so they started to build it. But they didn't know that they had quickly made these weapons and then they lost contact.

Later, I contacted Zhao Dezhu and learned some inside information.

Lu Mingfei rubbed his messy hair and lost his big employer. He definitely suffered losses. The biggest damage was actually the lot of time and energy he spent.

"I lost a lot of money... My wife was so angry that she returned to her parents' home."

Sighing, raising his hand, as soon as the bottle mouth reached his mouth, the cell phone in his pocket rang, and he reluctantly took out the phone. Seeing the call number displayed on it, he frowned.

"Zhao Dezhu......This fat man called over here and did something."

Press the switch button and feed it, and the fat man's voice came from inside: "Blacksmith, put all the weapons in your house on it quickly. My brother is back and will be there immediately!"

The blacksmith Lu was stunned for a moment, and the opposite side had hung up the phone. He patted his cheek and reacted, and hurriedly waved to the apprentices who were carrying weapons, "Don't move it inside, move out all those who are moving in, put the weapon holder on, hurry up!!"

After saying that, he picked up his cell phone, dialed another number, and looked at the dim Tianyun with serious expression: "Hey, wife, come back tomorrow, don't worry, the lost money will be back soon, do you want a car, do I take you to buy the day after tomorrow!"

As soon as he hung up his phone, he took off his upper vest and threw it onto the chair, clapping his palms hard, and the muscles in his arms were shaking slightly.

"Light the stove, don't make people think that we, Lujia craftsmen, are not energetic."

In the loud and excited voice, the transporter and apprentice were crowded and they quickly built a long weapon rack under the eaves, visiting the weapons in the house and under the corners of the wall one by one, and some people carefully wiped and oiled. At this time, several stoves on the other side of the yard were also lit.

The sky gradually became dark, and the fire swayed as Lu Mingfei walked past the weapons racks displayed one by one, checking them one by one. Then the stove was burned and the temperature was burned. Then, he walked over there, picked up the hammer and knocked violently, but the light in his eyes glanced at the door from time to time.

"Why haven't you come yet?"

Then he made an iron bar and put it in the stove. Just as he was murmuring, a chubby figure walked in quickly at the door, "Lu Blacksmith, we are here."

Lu Mingfei's expression suddenly became solemn. He took out the iron bars from the stove without squinting, continued to knock, and a sound of metal hitting sounded. His eyes were slightly slanted, and he looked over, spoke in a deep voice, and ordered several apprentices.

"Take a few chairs out."

The few people went into the house to move chairs. He took the towel hanging on the pillar, wiped the sweat, and looked at Zhao Dezhu who came over, "Where is Boss Xia?"

"It's still behind, and I'm walking slowly with my female family."

The fat man answered, holding an unfinished work on the weapon under the pillar in his hand: "Isn't this the weapon you're shooting?"

"Of course not, they are all there." Lu Mingfei hung the towel back casually, pointing to more than ten iron racks arranged and unfolded in the eaves. "They are all there, fifty-six weapons, animations, games, and martial arts novels, basically all of them."

"It seems that you have made quite a few irons during this period."

Xia Yi's voice sounded at the door at this time. Lu Mingfei turned his gaze and his thick bearded man stretched out, laughed loudly, and extended his arms to meet him.

"Boss Xia, I miss you so much."

The two hugged each other, Lu Mingfei looked up and down, his eyes stopped on Xia Yi's left arm and his gloved palm: "I haven't seen each other this year, where have you been?"

"Go out a long way."

Xia Yi smiled. Although the two had a business relationship, they were still in love with each other. While speaking, they walked to the eaves. On the display racks, weapons were placed there quietly, and the lights under the eaves showed a cold halo.

"All are very good..." Xia Yi said softly over, picked up a nine-ring knife, waved it a few times, and the ding-ringing iron rings collided and put them back.

The fingers touched the cold metal surface, and the rhythm brought by the weapons came from, as if they could feel their life.

But this feeling is still very vague.

Keep walking forward, an armor-shaped metal fist caught Xia Yi's attention. It was slender in style and had no water chestnuts, like an arm guard, with a silver luster on the surface and a half-section finger area, which was convenient for fists.

"This is the arm of the Pegasus Holy Clothes you asked me to make. I am a person who is very particular about the details of what I do!

The blacksmith next to him took the arm guard with both hands and handed it to Xia Yi: "Don't look at it as simple as it is, just try it."

With a light sound, the mechanism inside the holy clothes arm guard was touched by the blacksmith. While it was separated, the other side also had a slight step-like ups and downs. Xia Yi put his hand in. There was a layer inside, with a comfortable padding, and it didn't feel cold. The moment he pressed on it, the ups and downs gently pressed against his arms.

When your fingertips pass through half of the gloves, there is no sense of blockage between joints, and you can't even feel the friction.

The holy clothes covering his palms tightly closed their arms and clenched into fists. The power brought on him made Xia Yi's eyes condense and turned to look at Lu Mingfei.

"Please let your apprentices get out of this yard first."

"Why... OK." The blacksmith originally wanted to ask, but when he thought of it as a big buyer, he stopped asking questions and waved to the apprentice who was busy by the stove and shouted: "You go out first, come in later."

Those people looked at me, looked at you, shrugged, put down their work, walked out together, lit cigarettes and squatted in the corner of the wall, and started chatting.

at the same time.

Xia Yi in the yard turned around, looked at the arm guard on his right hand, slowly raised it, and his palms were squeezing and dancing.

Everyone felt a little dazed when they listened to his hand. In the dim light, in their sight, it seemed as if they saw a star hooking up with each other, and then... a pair of wings spread out faintly.

——The horse whistles and neighs.

The hallucinated horse neighed into his ears, and everyone shook for a moment. When they woke up, a huge and indescribable thing was pressing on their body invisibly.

Almost at the same time, Xia Yi took a step and punched.

The cool and cold shimmering holy clothes roared out with their arms, and the flames of the stove were swaying and twisted, and the air was whistling and roaring. All the sights could not see clearly what was going on. Then the stove over there was a loud bang, and the bricks and cement wreckage rushed into the night sky with flames.

In an instant, there was another loud bang, and countless bumpy fist marks were sunk from the wall behind the stove. The front wall could not bear it and leaned outward, as if it was hit by a truck. The bricks were stretched to the extreme, and it banged and sprayed out into the road outside the courtyard.

Several apprentices sitting under the other wall smoking, looked at the mess, stood up tremblingly, and walked over, looking at the huge gap. Xia Yi stood there wearing a holy clothes and arm guards. In her open mouth, the cigarette fell to the ground with a slap.

"Ha...good stuff."

Xia Yi let go of his palm, turned his head to look at the weapon frame, and his eyes extended to the end of the eaves. There were several weapons on it that were similar to the holy clothes arm guard. He turned around and patted his hand on the shoulder of the blacksmith who was standing motionless in place.

"I've asked for everything. I'll load it up tomorrow morning and deliver it to Jiaohe City."

The latter woke up and carefully reached out and moved the arm-guarded hand away on his shoulder: "Be careful...Brother, don't use force...Don't worry, the things will definitely be delivered tomorrow, but this money..."

"You can make a list and give it to you at that time."

Xia Yi raised the arm guard in his hand: "But I will take this one back first."

After everything was agreed, I left the village and returned to the car parked in the town. The fat man looked at the arm guard, "Old Yi, did you just hit the Tianma meteor fist?"

"The weakened version is not a real thing after all." Looking at the holy clothes arm guards in the palm of his hand, Xia Yi narrowed his eyes: "I remember that the research department of z6 has a set of authentic products, the Thirteen Swords of the Great Man. Last time I wanted to make this deal with Lin Jianyuan, but unfortunately I still didn't get it..."

Hands are clenched into fists.
Chapter completed!