Duan Yan's martial arts inheritance and cultivation resources are not as good as Han Lin, but he is three years older and is eighteen this year. His body is close to adulthood. Therefore, his cultivation level is comparable to Han Lin. He is both perfect in nourishing energy and can only break through to the fourth level of skin tempering.

In this world, whether you practice martial arts or Taoism, the division of states from entry to innate nature is the same, namely, the six realms of strengthening the body, relaxing the tendons, nourishing qi, tempering skin, changing blood, and innovating bones.

Although Han Lin and Duan Yan both have perfect qi cultivation, in fact, there is a big difference between perfect qi cultivation at the age of fifteen and perfect qi cultivation at the age of eighteen.

Han Lin, who reached this stage at the age of fifteen, is expected to break through skin tempering at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and will be able to release his true energy from now on, become a master of a country, and have the opportunity to achieve innateness in the future, and be a genius.

Duan Yan's breakthrough is likely to be delayed until he was twenty years old, and his life will be just an ordinary knight, with no hope in nature.

From this perspective, Han Lin is indeed proud of his capital.

But at this moment, the three-year-old gap made them evenly matched.

The two of them were holding their breath at this time. One was bullied by the Tieyifang for their father's serious injury; the other was humiliated in the street, and the other was exposed to cleanse from then on. Neither of them planned to stop, and only the sound of Dangdang's weapons fighting in the field was heard.

The two of them fought against each other, which was Yan Li's plan.

The Duan family and son of Fenghuobao saved Yan Li's life. In the face of this storm, Yan Li had to help both morally and conscientiously. No matter how the sword is planned or how it ends, Fenghuobao's force is an indispensable bargaining chip, otherwise he can only be bullied.

Yan Li, an apprentice of martial arts and sword making, does not know much about martial arts and sword-making. He only learned some things before the death of the old man from the Iron Yifang. But in the dream of another world, as a cultivator, he pursued the great way all his life, not to mention the century of knowledge and insights, which was enough to shock the world. Just when he was young, he traveled all over the world, followed the footsteps of the immortal path, and visited countless famous national martial arts masters and martial arts masters, and his understanding of martial arts was enough to shock the world.

Even if there are gods, demons, heroes, and sword immortals in this world, the basic principles of martial arts are always the same.

The sword skills of the two young men in front of us are both light and quick. The difference is that Han Lin's sword skills are simpler and simpler, focusing on killing efficiency and powerful, and may come from the military. Duan Yan's sword skills are frivolous and frivolous, as if burning in the wind, and should be from the world.

Looking closely, Han Lin's strength is slightly weaker than Duan Yan's age, but for some reason, there is always a slight stagnation in Duan Yan's sword technique, and it will never be a prairie fire.

The two of them are both top experts in the world in Yan Li's dream, and they are younger generations in this world. However, as Yan Li expected, martial arts is martial arts. Before the ability to change qualitatively, the truth is always the same.

The battle didn't last long. The two teenagers fought for about twenty rounds, and then they heard an old voice outside the field shouting:

"stop!"

Then, a powerful palm wind broke into the air and slapped the battle group. The powerful energy rolled up a strong wind in the field. The onlookers were swept by the strong wind, and their clothes were fluttered, their hair was flying, and they each took two or three steps back. The entire venue became empty in the blink of an eye.

This was the first time Yan Li saw an expert above "skin quenching" and it was really shocking.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a white-haired old man, with a middle-aged man dressed in blacksmiths, steadily coming to the Fenghuo Forging Door.

It is Ding Can, the leader of the Hardware Hall.

"There is no private fight in Jianchuan City. If you want to fight, please come to the heroes." Ding Can said in a deep voice.

Jianchuan City is a special city and does not belong to any country, so naturally there is no government jurisdiction. All matters in the city are governed by the three religions of Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, etc., so all aspects have extremely distinctive colors in the rivers and lakes. If the people in the rivers and lakes have grudges, they are not allowed to fight independently. They need to compete publicly, which is the Jianchuan heroic ring that Ding Can mentioned.

"This bastard dares to insult me!" Han Lin couldn't wait to complain. He had never suffered such humiliation when he grew up so old.

"It's not bad at the hands of the words, it's really uneducated." Ding Can scolded Han Lin.

Yesterday, Mrs. Han Wu's affairs were led by the Hardware Hall, Gu Yueju and Su Fengzhai, and forced the shrew to kowtow in the street to admit his mistakes. How could Ding Can not know the whole story? In the eyes of this old man, Han Lin shouted and killed Yan Li and insulted him at every turn, which was a complete tragedy in the world.

Han Lin blushed and did not dare to refute. Jianchuan City pursued the co-governance of the three religions. Legend has it that the Hardware Hall is closely related to Zhuchan Temple, which represents Buddhism. Even Han Tieyi, the ancestor of the Han family, wanted to give Ding Can three parts of his face. How dare Han Lin be presumptuous?

However, Duan Yan is worthy of being the leader of the Hengjiang Gang, with a calm temperament. He retreated to his side, without saying a word, and waited for the old senior to come up with the rules. In Jianchuan City, a place where chivalrous things must be put on the table, as long as everything is placed on the table.

Sure enough, Ding Can face the crowd of Tieyifang, asked Senran: "You Tieyifang are looking for Fenghuobao. Is it a martial arts competition or a sword fighting?"

"Sword Fighting is of course a fight." Han Tong jumped out and continued. Tieyifang and Fenghuobao were really good at fighting. Although they could win, Fenghuobao would not hurt the bones. What's more, Tieyifang was Wuming. If you don't have a suitable excuse, you will win. If you win, you will lose. The one who can't make it in Jianchuan City must be Tieyifang.

"Okay, since it's a sword fighting, then follow the rules." Ding Can was unwilling to preside over the order. He was highly respected among sword-casting masters, and he has presided over the sword fighting countless times in decades. "The sword you use in the Iron Yifang is the black iron sword in your hand?"

"It's Mo Feng Slash!" Han Tong said loudly. He really has no confidence in his skills, but Xuan Tie is Xuan Tie. The shabby Feng Forging cannot produce a sword that surpassed Mo Feng Slash, or they cannot have materials of the level of Xuan Tie. "In your eyes, Han Tong's Mo Feng Slash is really nothing. But - even if he measures his little Feng Fire Forging, he can't produce such magic weapons."

"Yes." Ding Can nodded slightly.

In his heart, of course, he hoped that the chivalrous Fenghuo Forging could win this battle. But as Han Tong said, Xuan Iron is Xuan Iron, a veritable top-quality casting material. Even if the craftsmanship is defective, it is not so easy to defeat. Since he presided over the competition, he must be fair and never be biased. "So, which swordsman is going to fight for Fenghuo Forging, and which sword to use to compete?"

In an instant, everything returned to the starting point.

Duan Yan tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, and several sword-casters behind him also gritted their teeth, and no one answered for the moment.

"Where is Duan Heihu?" Ding Can asked.

Duan Yan replied in a hatred: "My father was plotted against last night and is still unconscious now."

"Hmph!" Ding Can snorted coldly at the Tieyifang. How could he not understand the tricks of this? He thought to himself that if he hadn't come to hear the news and changed his person to host the sword fighting, he would have been afraid that Feng Huobao would really be expelled today.

"Since the leader of Fenghuo Forging was injured, the sword fighting should be postponed."

Logically speaking, the extension is not very consistent with the rules. Dante Can, as an old senior of the sword-casting master, always has a kindness when he opens his golden mouth.

But how can I agree with Tieyifang, who was scolded just now?

Han Tong didn't care about the feelings of Hardware Hall and said loudly: "Old Ding, fighting swords and swords, is the sword that is compared after all. It doesn't matter whether the sword-casting master is injured. Can the wind and fire forging be cast into a divine weapon that surpasses the Mo Feng Slash in three or five days?"

"Hmph——" Ding Can was dissatisfied by this robbery, and of course he was unhappy, but as the host, he could not help but say, "Iron Yifang insists on fighting, what is the saying of Fenghuo Forging?"

Just when Duan Yan was in a hurry to get off the tiger, Yan Li spoke again.

"The younger generation and the young leader fight." This sentence is polite, but with a sense of confidence, it shocked everyone.

"You bastard, you are just an apprentice in my Tieyifang who has never received a hammer. Why do you want to fight on behalf of Fenghuo?" Han Tong roared. He was not afraid of losing, but Yan Li's mouth was too sharp, and even if they won, they might lose their face.

Yan Li said lightly: "Yesterday, I had already formed a life-and-death hatred with Tieyifang, and was helped by the Duan family. What's wrong with going to fight at this time?"

"Well, it's natural to repay kindness with righteousness with righteousness." Ding Can directly affirmed Yan Li's qualifications and turned to Duan Yan and said, "How does the young master say it?"

At this time, how could Duan Yan, a seven-foot man, retreat? He nodded and said, "It is me and Brother Yan representing Fenghuobao."

In fact, Fenghuobao and Tieyifang are very close to each other, both on the same street. Yan Li was originally in a low status and did not know the Duan family's father and son. Because Duan Heihu suffered a plot after saving Yan Li, Duan Yan was somewhat resentful to Yan Li. At this moment, Yan Li stood up to fight in the most difficult time of the Duan family, and all the unhappiness in Duan Yan's heart disappeared, and he felt that this person was not saved by mistake. As expected, he was loyal and chivalrous!

As for winning by fighting swords, Duan Yan never received hope.

"Okay, the loyalty of a young man is not in vain for Jianchuan's heroic spirit!" Ding Can praised again, "But fighting swords is not a joke. What confidence do you have to be better than the top-grade Black Iron Sword?"

This question can be said to be the end of benevolence and righteousness.

According to Ding Can's idea, if the two young men had some experience in the world, they should take advantage of this step to say that they are young, have limited experience, and have insufficient level. In this way, even if the sword fighting fails, they don't have to bear the worst result. The last sentence "The best-grade Black Iron Sword" is a secret denouncing the work of Tieyifang - the best-grade Black Iron, not a sword.

How could Yan Li say unceremoniously, as if she didn't understand at all, "Why is it difficult to win with a single bite of scrap iron? I am only afraid that it will not be powerful! Is the Iron Yifang represented Han Tong and Han Lin?"

"That's right!" Ding Can answered without any help, and Han Tong jumped out, "Dog bastard, don't show off your verbal skills. If you have the guts, take out the magic weapon! According to the previous statement, the loser will take off the sign and get out of Jianchuan City!"

"A word is certain, please testify with the old senior! The loser will take off the signboard and get out of Jianchuan City." Yan Li also said to death without leaving any room for anything. Only the last sentence was that a trace of cold light appeared in his eyes.

Ding Can saw Yan Li's eyes and felt awe-inspiring - it was hard to say that the boy was afraid of some real things, so he asked: "Which sword should Fenghuobao use to fight?"

"Why do you need a sword to deal with scrap iron?" Yan Li said, pointing to the sword frame inside the Fenghuo Forging Gate, "Just use this."

"This sword..." Ding Can, who had hosted the sword fighting countless times, was stunned.
Chapter completed!