Feng Kun considered himself to be the top forging master in Wucheng, even if the city lord Lu Jinglong came, he would give him three points of thin noodles. Master, they all have a little temper. Even if it's too much, others will ask you to build a weapon at your disposal, and you have to endure it.

He had long been accustomed to others being dazzled by the superb weapons at the door, and after coming in, his momentum weakened by three points, and he respectfully shouted "Master Feng".

To this day, this hairy boy who can't see his reputation points to the work he is proud of and asks him, "That's it?"

Master Feng Kun and Feng clearly felt that Sun Xiang did not despise him. Sun Xiang just smiled and didn't speak again. But this smile hurts people even more than scolding "you are all garbage".

He felt that his dignity had been seriously offended. At this time, this small riot attracted the attention of passers-by, and Feng Kun's forging shop was originally in the most lively area. Seeing that someone dared to speak disrespectfully to Master Feng, the good deeds stood close one after another to join in the fun.

There were also people who didn't think it was a big deal, and shouted: "Someone has come to Master Feng to kick the hall!"

The people of the lower half of the street gathered around. Most of them are civilians with some knowledge, and there are also many gray and blue clothes mixed in. Everyone had the mentality of watching the excitement, and no one stood up to speak for Feng Kun.

There are more people who offend this master on weekdays, and everyone wants to see him make a fool of himself. But looking at the other side of the conflict, it was just a young man with clear eyebrows, and suddenly there was no hope.

Master of the forge, which one is not a tiger's back, with bulging muscles like a bodybuilding champion. This young man, I'm afraid he hasn't even held a hammer.

Seeing so many people, Feng Kun knew that his reputation in the industry was at stake now, but he calmed down. He said in a deep voice: "It's that you are not skilled in your workmanship, and you can't get into your eyes." ”

Because he was disrespectful to Xiang Fei at the beginning, Sun Xiang was a little annoyed. But now I figured it out. You can't get angry just because a dog barks at you, that's not good for your liver. The right thing to do is to kick it up.

Therefore, Sun Xiang casually picked up a short sword placed at the door, waved two sword flowers, and said with a smile: "As an ironworker, I think your craftsmanship is okay." ”

Feng Kun shouted angrily: "Put it down! you can't touch this sword!"

Sun Xiang ignored him, and flicked the spine of the sword casually, and there was a ding.

"Oh, the sturdiness of the Darkiron adds a bit of armor-piercing ability. It's okay, it's very easy to chop wood. ”

The crowd of onlookers heard this comment and burst into laughter. Master Feng's proud work is usually hung in front of the store like a treasure as a signboard, and it is not touched by anyone. Now it has received an evaluation of "chopping wood is very good".

Feng Kun was of course furious, but Sun Xiang's words made him a little alert. After all, the other party can see at a glance that this Xuantie short sword is not a nameless person. Maybe it's a sunspot invited by a colleague?

But no matter what, on the land of this martial city, Feng Kun really didn't believe that anyone could be more professional than himself. He clasped his hands to his chest and sneered: "Don't be so much of a fool here, you should come out with a sword that is not garbage to open everyone's eyes." ”

"But then again, if the sword behind your back was made by the master of the capital, then I admit it. We can't compare to the master of the capital headquarters, and I, Feng Kun, still have this self-knowledge. ”

Here Feng Kun played a trick, his words are equivalent to making himself invincible. Xiang Fei had an ordinary iron sword hanging from his waist, and he didn't pay attention to it. What he cared about was the sword Sun Xiang was carrying behind his back, and he couldn't see it clearly when he wrapped it in cloth.

If this inconspicuous kid is really carrying a magic weapon, then even if he takes it out, Feng Kun can say that this is the handiwork of the capital. Wucheng is not as good as the craftsmanship of the capital, isn't it a matter of course. Others will not say that Master Feng's craftsmanship is not good, because the capital is thousands of miles away, and to build weapons, you still have to find Master Feng's golden signboard.

"My sword?" Sun Xiang said amusedly, "It's not a sword, but it has nothing to do with you." ”

Behind his back is Feihong Liuli, this time it is in order to transform it that he needs to buy some materials, who knows that he has encountered a mad dog.

Sun Xiang continued: "When I say that you are all garbage, I don't mean that the sword is garbage, but that the craftsmanship of the forging people is garbage. ”

He looked at the short sword in his hand regretfully: "This Xuantie is good, but it's a pity that you have wasted it!"

"Fart!"

Feng Kun was furious, and beckoned a few gray clothes who had beaten down to prepare to fight. At this time, Jiang Ping and Liu Kuo finally squeezed in.

"What's going on, what's going on!"

Liu Kuo is a human spirit and knows the truth of fishing in troubled waters, he deliberately made a loud noise, but protected Xiang Fei and Sun Xiang behind him.

Feng Kun saw that two more blue-clothed people came out of the frame, and his heart was really a sunspot found by his peers. But if you think about it, you may not be able to beat it on your side. His cultivation is mainly in forging, and his martial arts are not too outstanding.

He stealthily gestured to one of his men to move the rescuer, and then let out a long laugh.

"Why, if someone covers you, you dare to talk nonsense here? Boy, let me tell you, this martial city is a place to be reasonable. You say that my craft is rubbish, then you have to show evidence, otherwise, so many people here will not agree!"

The onlookers immediately followed the commotion, and someone shouted: Little brother, the highlights are really good, don't grind, we have to watch the plot!

Anyway, it's not a big deal to watch the excitement.

Feng Kun was proud in his heart, so many people were around, he couldn't run now. And craftsmanship, how to prove the merits of this thing. And Feng Kun's craftsmanship is indeed good, at least in Wucheng, it is quite famous.

Sun Xiang didn't plan to leave, Feng Kun was disrespectful to Xiang Fei, then he should die. Although Xiang Fei has actually been trying to persuade him not to cause trouble, after all, Sun Xiang, as a man, eats and drinks and sleeps with others. If you don't stand up for Xiang Fei at this time, won't the head of Sun Da become a soft eater?

As for how to prove Feng Kun's craftsmanship, it's a fart. It's as simple as building a better sword on the spot than the one in your hand. However, Sun Xiang didn't plan to be so troublesome, this Feng Kun was not worthy of his trouble.

Thinking of this, he raised the Xuantie short sword in his hand for everyone to see clearly. At the same time, he said loudly: "Although this sword has been ruined by this Master Feng Kun, it can still be saved." ”

There were exclamations from the crowd. Obediently, this is to directly use Master Feng's finished product to move the knife. As we all know, it is relatively simple to forge a weapon from raw materials, but it is not known how many times more difficult to transform the finished product that has been made.

Because the sword body has been completed, many things can't be moved.

Feng Kun pursed his lips, knowing that he was not encountering a sunspot, but a fool. When he forged this Darkiron Shortsword, he added a steel blade. The two materials of this main and one pair are perfectly integrated, and there is no room for half of the other things.

Anyone with even the slightest foundation in forging would say such a big thing. Feng Kun estimated that Sun Xiang was a fool who didn't know what to do, and as for the characteristics of the Xuantie short sword, it must be the guidance of the person behind it. He smiled and said:

"If you want to transform, you can, I can use this tool as you like. But the ugly thing to say is that my sword is very expensive. If you break it, you'll have to pay for it!"

"If I break it, ten times the compensation. But what if I change it?"

"Oh, if you really have that ability. Feng Kun pointed to the stove, "Lao Tzu ate this furnace of coals!"