"Hmph, I know what you mean!" Qian Wuzi's face was gloomy.

"The Dry Craftsman is famous all over the world, but we are only acting on orders, and I hope you two will come with me. Zhuang Qiu's face was expressionless, and he looked at Qian Wuzi silently.

Qianwuzi said in a deep voice: "This matter has nothing to do with my master and apprentice, leave quickly while I haven't started the battle yet!"

"So, you two don't want to obey?"

Zhuang Qiuyin smiled coldly, and a touch of purple qi suddenly burst out in his palm.

"I'll go with you!"

A sharp voice came from behind him.

"Oh?"

Zhuang Qiu frowned, turned around, and the purple-clothed young man looked complicated and slowly walked towards him.

"You...!" Qian Wuzi's eyes trembled, and his old face trembled.

"Master, the Yamen is corrupt and incompetent, and has imposed this disaster on me, and now that the Prison Tomb Mansion has come forward, I have no way out. ”

The Yanxia Kingdom has always had clear laws, and the Prison Tomb Mansion is the important part of the country, this attack injured the iron cavalry, exterminated the Prison Tomb warriors, and the master and apprentice were already dead, this matter started because of the young man in purple, and he could only withstand the difficulties by himself to ensure the peace of the master.

"You know each other very well, let's go!" The silver-haired man's voice was low, and the corners of his mouth curled up, and then disappeared into the courtyard.

The young man knelt down at the master, ashamed, and then departed gloomily.

This is twenty years.

......

"Are you from the Prison Tomb Mansion?" Han Yu's face was slightly gloomy, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.

Seeing the refiner's complexion change suddenly, Mo Lanjiong frowned, and guessed why.

"But I was just kind to me, but this group of people in front of me is a little troublesome!"

"Boy, what are you muttering there!" One-Eye stepped forward and put an iron axe on Mo Lanjiong's chest, his eyes extremely arrogant.

At present, there is a lot of danger, Mo Lanjiong secretly swept over the Axe Gang, except for the head of the Axe Gang, who needs to be vigilant, the rest are just ordinary people, but there are many people, and it is a little tricky to really start a move.

Although Han Yu did not cultivate, at the turn of a few months, Mo Lanjiong already understood Han Yu's skills:

"Korean weaponist, I may need your help in a moment!"

After speaking, Mo Lanjiong swung away the iron axe, and his right palm erupted with the power of explosive thunder, slamming towards One-Eye.

The one-eyed figure suddenly bent and flew straight out for several meters, sliding ten meters away with his knees crossed, curled up to the side and wailing.

Han Yu's eyes shrank suddenly, and his face showed a hint of consternation.

"Boy, I've long seen that you're not simple! It's a pity!"

Lai Jin's face sank, and he jumped into the sky with a dragon battle axe, and the axe knife burst out with sparkling firelight, slashing towards Mo Lanjiong.

"It's not good! it's a ghost scale fire axe!" Han Yu waved his sleeves and immediately threw out several ice stones, which hit the axe knife one after another, steaming hot.

Boom!

Mo Lanjiong hurriedly dodged, and where the axe fell, the crack was deep, and the sparks were everywhere.

"Damn! It's dangerous!" Looking at the scene in front of him, Mo Lanjiong broke out in a cold sweat.

"Boy, don't be burned by the fire!" At this moment, Han Yu shouted sharply.

Seeing Han Yu's forcible interference, Lai Jin was full of anger and shouted:

"What are you doing in a daze?

A group of axe warriors pounced forward one after another, swinging their axes towards Han Yu.

"Master, can you hold on?" Mo Lanjiong shouted.

"Watch yourself!"

Han Yu quickly retreated towards the blacksmith shop, flashed from the stone platform, and saw more than a dozen axemen swinging their axes, Han Yu came to the door and flipped in the air, throwing out a few silver beads with his backhand, and several people in front of him fell to the ground with a deep sound.

When the axe men behind him saw it, they were all defensive and paced.

Mo Lanjiong is fighting hard with Lai Jin, in terms of force alone, even if Lai Jin is equal to himself, Mo Lanjiong is enough to crush him.

However, the axe in Lai Jin's hand was unusual, the iron axe was coiled around the dragon, the layers of scales and leaves floated up, the iron axe was in the heart, and a dark red bloodstone was surging, and the fire was shining.

Ghost spirit fire axe, 29 years ago, Qianwuzi in Lingyun Peak, it took five years to build, the bloodstone of the axe heart is the source of the fire of the three yangs, once the yang fire touches, the fire rushes to the heart, and dies.

Tianhua Instrument Spirit List, the ghost spirit fire axe ranks thirteenth.

"Damn!"

Looking at Lai Jin, who came with an axe one after another, Mo Lanjiong clenched his teeth, dodged for a while, and the iron axe was surrounded by flames, and Mo Lanjiong couldn't get close at all, so he could only defend and not attack.

"Boy, can you use a sword!" There was a low shout in the distance, and Han Yu turned into the courtyard, stirring the pile of iron tools in the corner of the courtyard, and finally turned out a silver thin sword at the bottom of the iron tools, and suddenly shook it out of the courtyard:

"Next!"

The silver sword pierced the sky, Mo Lanjiong took it in the air, and waved the moon with an inverted arm with his backhand, and the frost and cold sword qi tore through the cold sky and slashed towards Lai Jin.

"What!"

Lai Jin's pupils shrank, and he slammed the fire axe into the air.

"Knock knock~"

The frost and fire blended, bursting out of the rolling heat wave, and the surrounding heat surging layer by layer, enduring.

Mo Lanjiong flicked his sword lightly and stood on the frost surface.

There was a chilling chill from the silver sword, Mo Lanjiong's body trembled, and he hurriedly plunged the silver sword diagonally into the ground, lying on his eyebrows.

As soon as Fang made an ordinary sword move, the silver sword burst out so mightily, looking at Han Yu in the distance, Mo Lanjiong didn't say a word.

"What kind of move is this...!" Lai Jin stared at Mo Lanjiong, his face extremely gloomy.

"This sword is called Yinshuang, and everything in your hand comes from the same person's hand. Without waiting for Mo Lanjiong to speak, Han Yu slowly approached and said in a gloomy voice.

"What...!You mean Qianwuzi...!"

Lai Jin's pupils shrank, and he took a step back.

Qianwuzi is the top refiner of Tianhua, the power of the weapon is infinite, Lai Jin used hundreds of spirit crystals to exchange this axe from the hands of a hermit in the deep mountains, but he didn't expect that there was such a thing against the sky hidden in the suburbs of Pingcheng, or a weapon of mutual restraint.

"You... Who the hell are you!" Lai Jin stared at Han Yu with a deep gaze.

"A layman. Han Yu's face was still gloomy, without a trace of emotion.

Mo Lanjiong stood aside, his heart set off a stormy wave, no wonder as soon as the silver sword came into contact, there was such a cold glow, Qianwuzi's fame shocked all directions, and everyone inside and outside Tianhua knew it.

Looking back on the past, the rivers and lakes were chaotic, and many people fought for spiritual weapons and killed all sides.

Now that the whole country is stable, many spiritual weapons have long been lost in the world, looking at Han Yu with a blank face, Mo Lanjiong's heart was shocked.

This Han Yu's identity must not be simple!

In this battle, the Axe Gang was seriously injured, and Lai Jin's face was gloomy.

First is a talented youth, and then a spiritual weapon is in the world.

"Boy, who are you?" said Lai Jin in a deep voice.

"In Xia Mo Lanjiong, I lost my respect. Mo Lanjiong waved his hand, but his expression was fierce, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a touch of mockery.

"Humph!"

Lai Jin's face turned cold, and he rode away with a group of remnants.

Han Yu continued to bury the silver sword in the courtyard, under the iron weapon.

Looking at Han Yu's cold and frosty expression, Mo Lanjiong simply didn't ask more.

In the future, Mo Lanjiong still burned the stove and did miscellaneous work, Han Yu would occasionally let him go to the mountains to buy some iron ore, but no longer build weapons, turn around and refine some daily iron tools, and then let Mo Lanjiong carry it to the suburban town to sell, and each Mo Lanjiong could get two coppers.

Most of the poor people are located in suburban towns, and they can't do without these things for farming and miscellaneous work, Mo Lanjiong is not good at speaking, whenever he comes to this barren town, he just goes around, and at first he can't sell a single thing.

Mo Lanjiong was eight feet tall, and many passers-by saw him carrying a tall wooden basket, but they didn't know what to pretend, and Mo Lanjiong never said anything, going back and forth several times, and making nothing.

At first, Han Yu didn't say much, but seeing that Mo Lanjiong was sweating profusely every time he returned, but the wooden basket was divided into a lot of things, Han Yu's face sank, so he asked him to learn to shout.

Twenty years of sadness and bitterness, and no remorse, made Han Yu what he is today, but in his bones, Han Yu is still the anxious person.

Gradually, Mo Lanjiong put down his face, and shouted every time he saw someone coming, and slowly sold a lot.

After a long time, the surrounding towns are also familiar with this figure, whenever the family needs any ironware, they will explain to Mo Lanjiong in advance, and Mo Lanjiong does not want much, how much does the mine cost in the mountains, Mo Lanjiong will add some profits, and most of the copper earned will go to the vegetable stall to change food.

The blacksmith shop is not far from the town, only a few miles away, but no one knew about it at the beginning, some townspeople saw that Mo Lanjiong was so hard, found the place of the blacksmith shop, and often came, saving Mo Lanjiong a lot of effort, Han Yu also wanted very little, and the blacksmith shop was no longer so deserted, and gradually the ironware hoarded in the courtyard was sold.

Lai Jin didn't understand the grievances, so when he went back, he told Yuwen Tuo about Mo Lanjiong, which added fuel to the fire and collected a lot of stolen money.

The Axe Gang has been established for half a hundred years, gathering hundreds of people, and has already secretly become a tyrant in Pingcheng, and many occasions in Pingcheng resorts have been shrouded by it.

Fortunately, the Axe Gang rarely makes big noises, and has close contacts with major families.

Knowing that Mo Lanjiong had settled in the barren mountains on the outskirts of the city, and had also repelled the leader of the Axe Gang who had been in Pingcheng in all directions, Yuwen Tuo was full of anger, he never expected Mo Lanjiong to be so strong.

Since Mo Lanjiong left the Prison Mansion, Yan Xue'er has never set foot in the Prison Mansion again.

Zhang Bin couldn't bear it, so he could only enter the house to ask to see him, but he returned gloomily.

Yuwen Tuo naturally knew about this matter, and secretly considered it in his heart, if Yan Xue'er knew Mo Lanjiong's traces, it would definitely be unfavorable to Zhang Gongzi.

As his confidant, Yuwen Tuo simply did not report it, and brewed a terrifying plan in his heart.