There was a bleak cloud in front of the Fenghuo Forging door.

Compared with the Hardware Hall, Gu Yueju and Su Fengzhai, the old shops that have been passed down for a hundred years, Fenghuobao is only a "little generation" with a history of twenty or thirty years. The background, connections, technology, and personnel are incomparable. In Jianchuan City, which has hundreds of years of sword making history, it is just an insignificant small workshop.

Duan Heihu, the leader of Fenghuo Forging, was just a warrior in the "blood-change period". He was really unable to get on the table in Jianchuan City, where famous heroes emerged.

Therefore, Duan Heihu made a move in front of the Iron Yifang Gate and saved Yan Li the next day, a huge trouble came to the door.

Han Tong, the leader of the Iron Yifang, stood in front of Fenghuoduan Gate with four or five big-sleeved sword-making masters with round waists.

Han Tong is only six feet tall, with a fat face and a plastered muscles all over his body, making him look more like a green-skinned boss in a street gangster.

"Where is Duan Heihu? Why didn't he answer this before he saw this splash? Didn't he be scared to death when he heard my name in Tieyifang?" His arrogant tone and smooth tone made people angry.

He held a long black sword in his hand, shaking his head and scolded him in front of the Fenghuo Forging Door, as if the eight generations of ancestors in the Fenghuoduan owed him a lot of money.

Han Lin, a young man who whipped Yan Li yesterday, stood beside Han Tong, smiling evilly, and looked at the Fenghuo Zhuang in front of him with disdain.

The person who represents Fenghuo was a thin black boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. His eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Duan Heihu, and he was Duan Heihu's only son Duan Yan.

Behind him were several blacksmiths who were forged by Fenghuo, but Duan Heihu was not seen.

Duan Yan stood up and stared at Han Tong in front of him, and said angrily: "You despicable villain, don't spray feces all over your mouth! My father was plotted against him last night and has been unconscious until now. It must be someone from your Han family who sent him!"

It turned out that Duan Heihu was injured last night, and 90% of his life was lost. He was still unconscious at this time. Duan Yan was about to ask a famous doctor for treatment again, but Han Tong from Tieyifang brought a group of people to the door.

"Oh~~~~ You can't talk nonsense." Han Tong said in a pretentious manner, "My Tieyifang is a time-honored brand for decades. It was founded by the ancestors of the Han family back then. In Jianchuan City and even the entire world, there are famous golden signs, and you can't let go of dirty water!"

"My father taught you a lesson during the day, but he was plotted against him at night. If you didn't do it, who else could he be there? I'm going to fight for my life today, and I'll fight to the death with you!" Duan Yan was furious and drew his sword and was about to take action. Several older blacksmiths behind him hurriedly grabbed him - the life and death of the boss is uncertain, and if something happens to the young boss, it will be completely over.

Han Tong was so scared that he took two steps back by Duan Yan. Seeing that the treacherous young man was pulled, he immediately became energetic and whispered: "You Fenghuo Zhuan really doesn't understand the rules, and you even whispered people in the street! Forget it... I, a senior swordsman, don't know anything like you, a little devil. Today, I, Han Tong, representing the Iron Yifang, fight with you Fenghuo Zhuan. Do you dare to fight?"

The so-called fighting sword is also a unique challenge in Jianchuan City.

There are many sword casting workshops in Jianchuan. When challenging each other, they will use the swords they have created to praise the best. The winner is the sword fighting.

Generally speaking, with the qualifications of Tieyifang, they would not take the initiative to fight swords with Fenghuozhuan in small workshops. However, yesterday, the fifth wife of the Han family kowtowed and admitted their mistakes in the street with the leaders of the four sword making workshops. It was embarrassing to be thrown into grandma's house. Among them, Hardware Hall, Gu Yueju and Sufengzhai have their own origins and are powerful. The small Fenghuozhuan has of course become the target of the Han family's anger.

"choke--"

Han Tong proudly pulled out the ink-colored sword in his hand, curled his lips and mocked: "This ink-finger slash is made of black iron, and it is a real top-grade magic weapon. I'm afraid I've never seen the small wind and fire forging!"

Seeing Mo Feng Slash, the blacksmiths who were all blushed in Fenghuo Forging - not to mention the forging technique, it was just that the black iron was made of all over the body. There was really no black iron-level material, Fenghuo Forging. Now that the other party was holding such magical weapons, how would he pass the level?

Han Tong waved the ink sword in his hand for a few times, then put it down - a magic weapon made of black iron, with a weight of hundreds of kilograms, which is a weapon that only a real master can use. His pitiful cultivation level turned sore after a few waves of his arms.

Although he was not good at his skills, his mouth was not merciless: "I said, why are you all staring at each other? Do you understand the sword? Take out your Fenghuo Treasure? Hehe... I'm afraid it's not enough to take it out. Mo Feng slash it at random, so it's better to admit defeat early! According to the rules of sword fighting, the loser will take off the sign and get out of Jianchuan City~~"

Duan Yan held the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand, and his lips were almost bleeding, but he couldn't say a word.

Although he was not interested in sword making skills since childhood, he was dedicated to practicing martial arts and went around the world, and was a hero. He even joined the "Hengjiang Gang" last year and became a small leader. However, he still understood the rules of the sword casting workshop in Jianchuan City. Sword fighting is not ambiguous. If he loses today, the "Wind and Fire Forging" sign on his head that has been passed down for two generations, I am afraid he will really not be able to save it!

That's fine.

The key is that his father Duan Heihu is still seriously injured and unconscious. If Feng Huozhan has to leave Jianchuan City, how can he save his father?

Tieyifang forced him to the death to the Duan family.

But he had no choice.

Sword fighting has been a rule for hundreds of years. If Fenghuo Forging does not follow the rules, even if they pass today's level, their father and son will not be able to gain a foothold in the world in the future.

When Han Tong saw that the other party was silent, he became even more arrogant, "How about it? Where are you scrap copper and iron forged by wind and fire? Take it out quickly... If you don't speak, what does it mean? If you can fight, come quickly, otherwise, get out of Jianchuan!"

"You bully people too much-" Duan Yan shouted loudly, his eyes turned red, and he wanted to draw his sword to fight his life. The three blacksmiths behind him desperately held him, but they didn't know what to do.

The dispute between the two sides has attracted many people to watch. The peddlers and barrages in the city and the passing rangers and swordsmen all stopped nearby to watch. From the perspective of the rangers, they could not stand Han Tong's arrogance and pride, and even more so did the young master behind Han Tong with a contempt and evil smile on his face. But similarly, the sword fighting between the sword casting workshop is not a place for righteousness.

Just as Fenghuo Forge was in a state of progress and retreat, a weak voice suddenly came from Fenghuo Forge:

"Cough...cough... take the scrap iron sword, it's time for the Iron Yifang to close."

The voice is the voice of a boy, and the tone is also an extremely plain tone. It reveals the lack of energy that is seriously injured in the body, but it carries an indescribable shocking force, sweeping through the scene like a breeze, allowing the atmosphere that both sides are about to explode suddenly condensed.

Who dares to say that the magic weapon made of black iron is scrap iron? The precarious wind and fire forging, so what is the confidence to close the high-ranking iron-yifang?

When this sentence passed by his ears, not only the onlookers were stunned, Han Tong and Han Lin were stunned, and even Duan Yan, who was about to fight to the death, was stunned.

"Ta...ta..."

With the sound of slow and weak footsteps, a young man's figure walked out of the wind and fire, his whole body was covered with medicine cloth, revealing only a pair of clear eyes.

"Hahaha..." After a moment of dazed, Han Tong recognized Yan Li and became more energetic, "Who is this hidden face? It turns out that he is Yan Li, you little bastard! Not to mention your bastard bloodline that has a mother and a mother but not a father, you are just a useless apprentice in my iron-yifang. I haven't even taken a hammer for so many years, so I'm embarrassed to discuss swordsmanship in front of my boss? I'm bah--"

Yan Li, who has been a human being for two lives, is no longer the mood of the boy yesterday. The strange world in his dream has been dominating for decades, which gives him enough wisdom to face any difficulties. In his eyes, the boss and the rich young master of Tieyifang are just insignificant little shrimps in the world.

Yan Li's eyes remained calm and said calmly: "The apprentice who has never touched the hammer, there are not a thousand or eight hundred in Jianchuan City. However, it is the master of an old workshop like Han Tong who has not created a famous sword that has been in office for three years. It is the only one in Jianchuan City. Not to mention the greatest success, it is at least unprecedented."

"You--" Han Tong immediately blushed. He relied on nepotism after his former boss in Tieyifang. Although he was strong and powerful, his cultivation was just a "supple-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super-super

However, in front of so many people, how could Han Tong, the head of the Iron Yifang, recognize his shortcomings? He waved the Mo Feng Slash in his hand and argued: "What do you know, a little bastard? The Mo Feng Slash created by the boss himself is here. I wonder you have never seen such a magic weapon that cuts iron like mud!"

"Ha..." Yan Li chuckled, "It is true that the black iron is the best material, but the best material may not necessarily create the best magic weapon. This is the truth that all three-year-old children in Jianchuan City understand. If you are not convinced, you can invite all the famous artists in Jianchuan City to taste it and see if the scrap iron in your hands can be used in the product?"

"You..." Han Tong really lost his words this time. Of course he knew his forging technology. This "Mo Feng Slash" looked extremely black iron, and it was extremely gorgeous. If he really wanted to put it in front of experts, he might have many flaws.

Seeing Han Tong being defeated, Han Lin behind him finally couldn't help but speak. The young master glared at his eyes and shouted loudly: "Yan Li! You little bastard, how can you be qualified to speak? Only your unfamiliar mother can give birth to a ill-educated bastard like you!"

If Yan Li heard this yesterday, he would not have been furious. But today he was calm and did not see any anger. He still said in a calm tone: "Well, it turns out to be Mr. Han Lin. I heard that your grandmother is a brothel red card and ten thousand people ride, your father is an illegitimate son who was raised outside the mansion, not to mention your mother--the shrew who kowtowed and confessed to guilt on the long street yesterday, and everyone in the city recognized you. You young master is also a master."

A few words were said plainly, but for Han Lin, it was even more powerful than the sword wind and sword rain. He peeled off his usual noble blood and became worthless. This young master who had always been high and had a handsome face instantly twisted and ferocious, twitched his sword around his waist and rushed forward, cursing: "Little bastard, I've killed you!"

Han Lin grew up in the Han family since childhood, and his mother was also from a big family. Whether it was martial arts inheritance or various cultivation resources, they were all rich. At the age of fifteen, he had reached the third level of martial arts, the stage of "sucking and nourishing qi", and his cultivation was complete. In a rage, he took action, and a whirlwind was brought up by a whirlwind, and the three-foot blue peak in his hand made a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Not to mention that Yan Li was weak at this time, even when he was not injured or sick, he could not resist this sword without learning martial arts.

Fortunately, he is not single.
Chapter completed!