Just when the king blacksmith was worried, Wang Erdan ran from the outside quickly, running all the way, and shouting all the way: "Dad, look who is coming!"

"Little bunny, what are you calling for early in the morning? Who asked for iron, let him in!"

Blacksmith Wang was in a bad mood, as soon as he saw his unsuccessful son, his heart was even more angry, other people's sons were about the same age as him, and they could go to kill the saber-toothed porcupine, and his own son was still only in the fourth layer of martial arts, and in the past half a year, he has not even broken through the first layer!

The more the blacksmith Wang thought about it, the more angry he became, and just as he wanted to say something and scold his son again, a burly young man in his twenties suddenly came in at the door, this burly young man looked a little similar to the blacksmith Wang, with the same square face and small eyes, and his skin was so dark that the young man stood at the door, like a thick black wooden pillar, standing there steadily. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

When the young man saw the king blacksmith, he immediately said excitedly: "Dad, I'm back!"

When Blacksmith Wang saw this burly young man, his eyes lit up, his face turned from gloomy to clear, and he had already thrown his anger out of the clouds: "Big egg! You're finally back!

Blacksmith Wang said two good words in a row, which shows how excited he was at this time.

This burly young man is none other than the eldest son of the king blacksmith, Wang Dadan.

However, after Wang Dadan's master accepted the apprentice, he thought that the name Wang Da Dan was too rustic and stupid, so he changed his name and called Wang Dadan.

"Dad, I broke through to the martial artist realm a few months ago! No, as soon as I consolidated my internal strength cultivation, I asked my master to allow me to go down the mountain to practice!" Wang Daring said with some pride.

"Okay, big egg, you came at the right time! Hmph, Huang family, one of my sons is worth ten or eight of your sons!" "Blacksmith Wang was in good spirits, and his eyes flashed.

"Dad, what happened to the Huang family? Make you so angry?" Wang Daring heard this, and there was also a flash of light in his eyes.

"You've been up the mountain for a few years, and you don't know what's going on in the village. You don't know that in just the past two years, the little cubs of the Huang family have all grown up, and even the original waste little son of his family has now grown up to be able to hunt saber-toothed porcupines at the level of seven or eight layers of martial artists! As for the orchard。。。。。。 If you don't come, our Wang family will be suppressed by the Huang family, and there will be no more future!"

"Hmph, Dad, you don't need to worry! Let's go to the village chief tonight and ask him to immediately convene an ancestral hall meeting and force Huang Zhenhu to hand over the orchard in the back mountain! If he doesn't hand it over, I don't believe it, with the two of us working together, we can't beat him as a martial artist at the sixth level!"

Blacksmith Wang is now a master of the fifth layer of martial arts, if a master of the first layer of martial arts is added to attack on the side, even those masters of the sixth layer of martial arts will not be opponents!

What's more, Wang Daring went up the mountain this time, but he learned a set of martial arts of the lower grade of the Xuan Rank, and with this set of martial arts, he was confident that he could beat the masters of the second and third layers of ordinary martial artists!

"This matter is not in a hurry! You have come from afar, you have worked hard all the way, rest for a few days first, and when you have enough spirits, our father and son will go to Huang Zhenhu to compete!" said Wang Blacksmith confidently, and there was a hint of ruthlessness on his dark face.

Two days later, one evening, a village official suddenly came to Huang's house and informed Huang Zhenhu that he must go to the village ancestral hall tonight.

Huang Zhenhu couldn't understand what meeting the village ancestral hall was going to hold for no reason. However, Huang Zhenhu is now a seventh-level martial artist, and he is a master of art, so he only thought about it for a while, and then nodded and agreed.

After dinner, the ancestral hall of the village was brightly lit, and the village chief, some respected old people in the village, and some important figures in the village had gathered in the ancestral hall, a total of no less than fifty or sixty people.

These people were elected by the people of the village and were responsible for managing the village and handling some disputes and litigation issues in the village. If there is a dispute between the villagers, most of them will ask the village ancestral hall to help solve the problem.

At this moment, these people are sitting in the ancestral hall according to their ranks, drinking tea and chatting, and the scene is quite lively.

The father and son of the blacksmith Wang were sitting next to the village chief at this time, talking and laughing with the village chief, the village chief's attitude towards the two people was very polite, and he was smiling, and he didn't know what was hidden among the three of them.

As soon as Huang Zhenhu entered the gate of the ancestral hall, he was stunned, and he didn't understand what the village ancestral hall was doing with such a big battle.

However, when he saw Blacksmith Wang and his eldest son sitting next to the village chief, looking at him with a malicious face, Huang Zhenhu probably guessed a few points.

Huang Zhenhu sneered in his heart, and arched his hand: "Forgive me, Huang is late!" After that, he came to an empty seat in front of the ancestral hall and sat down.

After all, with the name of the number one master in Huang Zhenhu Village, no one dared to insult him, so he was left in the front position.

"It's not late, it's not too late, Shopkeeper Huang is busy, how can he be like us people, who have nothing to do and nothing to do!"

When everyone heard this, they all echoed it, because the Huang family ran a pharmacy in Dongfeng Town, so people called Huang Zhenhu the Huang shopkeeper.

Only the blacksmith Wang's father and son stared at Huang Zhenhu with an unhappy expression.

"Don't talk nonsense, village chief, let's begin!" said the king blacksmith with a cold snort in an unhappy tone. He should have become the number one master in Langxia Village, but it was Huang Zhenhu who took his title as the first in the village, and at this moment, seeing these people in the village being polite to Huang Zhenhu, he felt extremely unhappy.

When the village chief heard this, he coughed, and then he opened his mouth and said, "This time I summoned you over, it is about the Dali Orchard in the back mountain!"

After the village chief finished speaking, he paused, his old face with a goatee was a little red, and he looked at Huang Zhenhu with some embarrassment.

As soon as Huang Zhenhu heard this, he had already guessed most of the matter, and the light in his eyes flashed, and the old god was still on the ground and did not speak for the time being.

Seeing that Huang Zhenhu did not express his position, the village chief continued: "The orchard in this back mountain originally belonged to the ancestral property of Wang Lezi's family in the village. However, now the father and son of the shopkeeper Wang believe that the price at which the king leper sold to the shopkeeper Huang was a little low, so they plan to redeem the orchard in the back mountain for the king leprosy at double the price!

As soon as the village chief said this, the villagers present immediately began to talk about it, and their eyes glanced at Huang Zhenhu and Wang Blacksmith father and son from time to time, most of them shook their heads, and only a few people gloated there.

Huang Zhenhu was in Langxia Village, originally only belonged to outsiders, but Huang Zhenhu won the respect of most people in the village by virtue of his strength and personality.